All Chapters of Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

**Nina’s POV**Mark inched closer, his every step calculated, his eyes locked on Alexa, as though trying to read her mind and defuse the storm brewing within her. My heart thumped wildly, the blade pressing against my neck a cruel reminder of how fragile the thread between life and death could be. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but the fear of what Alexa might do silenced me.“Alexa, listen to me,” Mark began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “You don’t have to do this. Put the knife down. Nobody needs to get hurt.”Alexa laughed, a cold, brittle sound that echoed in the dimly lit room. “It’s simple, Mark. You sign those papers, and I’ll let her go. That’s the deal.” She jabbed the knife harder against my skin, and I winced.“Mark, don’t,” I managed to whisper, shaking my head slightly, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Don’t give her what she wants.”Alexa yanked my head back by my hair, forcing my gaze up to meet hers. Her face was contorted with fury and desperatio

### Nina's POVThe air felt different today—lighter, freer, as if even the universe had decided to give me a break from its relentless trials. Today marked a special occasion: Mrs. Santiago’s birthday. Mark’s grandmother. A powerful matriarch who commanded respect with a single glance. Despite all the chaos that had consumed our lives in the past two weeks, everything finally seemed to be settling into place. Alexa was rotting in jail where she belonged, and Mark had been tirelessly ensuring justice was served.Still, something weighed heavy on my chest, a lingering unease I couldn’t shake. Perhaps it was because Mark and I hadn’t truly connected since the incident. We hadn’t talked about "us," let alone shared a single intimate moment since moving into the hotel. Mark had buried himself in business matters while I found solace in solitude. Was it intentional, or were we both just avoiding reality?Today, though, was about celebration, not doubts. Mark pulled the car into the driveway

Nina’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My heart swelled with emotion when Mark stood up for me so openly, his words carrying a weight I hadn’t expected. For a man who had insisted that this was just a contract marriage with “no strings attached,” his actions lately had been anything but detached. He wasn’t just defending me; he was making it clear to everyone in the room that I mattered to him.Mark’s voice rang with authority as he declared, “As we all know, Miss Miriam isn’t just anyone. She is a world-famous chef who owns some of the most prestigious restaurants globally, including Marissa, New York’s finest dining establishment. Not just New York, but across the United States and even internationally.”The room fell into a stunned silence. Jasper’s smirk twisted into a look of annoyance as he rolled his eyes dramatically. I could practically see the frustration seeping from him, but I wasn’t going to let him get under my skin. Not tonight.“Miriam? Really?” an older wom

Nina's POVThe tension in the room was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. My heart raced as Uncle Trump, the man I was silently hoping would vindicate me, stepped into the room. His presence immediately commanded attention, and everyone—especially those who had accused me—seemed to shrink back, their earlier bravado replaced by uneasy smiles and nervous glances.Uncle Maxwell, who had moments ago been shouting at me with such fury that veins bulged on his temple, now forced a wide, almost grotesque grin. His voice took on a syrupy tone as he addressed Trump.“Oh, Trump, you’re finally here! How could you forget your sister’s birthday and arrive so late? We’ve been waiting for you,” he said, attempting to sound jovial. But the sweat on his forehead betrayed his nerves.Trump chuckled dryly, his sharp eyes narrowing at Maxwell. “Forget? Maxwell, I didn’t forget. I’m here now, aren’t I?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made everyone flinch.My gaze darted to J

Nina’s POV**The room buzzed with tension as Mr. Trump stood at the head of the table, his imposing figure radiating authority. His piercing gaze swept over everyone, his face set in a stern expression that could silence even the boldest among us."Now listen to me, Mr. Maxwell," he began, his voice a mixture of calm confidence and razor-sharp criticism. "Whether Jasper is the shareholder, the head of the family, or whatever self-important title he’s assigned himself, that’s his business. I don’t care. I don’t care if Mark is the shareholder either. What I care about is the fact that Jasper," he paused, his eyes locking onto Jasper like a hawk zeroing in on its prey, "doesn’t know anything about antiques. Not a single thing. Nothing upstairs."Jasper’s face turned crimson, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. He looked at Mr. Maxwell for support, but Maxwell, for once, was too stunned to respond immediately."Are you trying to discriminate against him?" Maxwell f