Semua Bab The Ex-Husband’s Regret: The Wife He Couldn’t Love: Bab 131 - Bab 140

GENERALIt was a private moment, and the rooftop had been fully booked by Stewart just for the day, which made the woman’s appearance surprising and annoying. A tall woman in a sleek red dress. She wasn’t from the hotel staff. That much was obvious.The staff rushed to stop the woman before she could get any closer.“Excuse me, ma’am. The rooftop terrace is out of reach today. We are so sorry, but we have to send you back immediately,” one of the staff politely explained.But the woman wasn’t having it. “Don’t tell me that shit. Do you know the reason I worked my ass off so I could afford a suite in your hotel today? It’s because of this damn rooftop, and there’s no fucking way you’re sending me back just because some couple is here. They don’t own the world,” she rudely retorted, swinging her hands at anyone who tried to touch her.The staff were baffled. They hadn’t seen anyone like her before. Of course, the rooftop was one of the reasons their hotel was leading in the country, but

GENERAL“YOU. ARE. SUCH. A. FOOL,” Willow yelled, hurling a pen at Vincent.Vincent was quick to recoil before the pen could hit him. His eyes widened, and he gasped, shocked by what was happening. The woman in front of him was getting more insane and smitten with Violet and Stewart.He knew his regret for what transpired between them that night would be forever. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon because she never missed the chance to use that against him.“All you had to do was look for a way to split those two bastards. What have you been doing? Do you know that they are in Mexico? Together? Sleeping on the same fucking bed?” she fired, her eyes radiating fireballs. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.She paced across the room, putting a hand on her hip and rubbing her temple. The veins in her neck were visible. Anyone could detect that she was on fire at the moment.Vincent couldn’t say a word. He understood he had brought the mess upon himself, and he should endure whatev

VIOLET“She is cold, Stewart,” I cried, clutching his arms. I let the tears stream from my eyes, unheeded and uncontrollably. “Nothing must happen to my kid, Stewart. Nothing must happen to Nyla. I don’t think I will be able to forgive myself if anything happens to her.”He patted my shoulder gently. “Nothing will happen to her, Violet. Nyla will be fine. My girl is strong. I’m sure she will be fine,” he asserted. Although he wasn’t showing it, from his erratic breathing, I could tell that he was just as emotionally disrupted as I was. He was just holding himself together because he was a man.“Please, Stewart. Nothing must happen to Nyla,” I begged.I didn’t know what to do. My daughter was in the hospital, fighting for her life, and I couldn’t do anything. What kind of mother was I? How could I be this powerless and useless?Soon, we arrived at the hospital. I didn’t wait for the car to be properly parked before jumping out and dashing into the building. Stewart joined in, running a

GENERALThe mansion stood like a silent promise at the end of the winding, cobblestone driveway—a perfect blend of old-world charm and modern elegance. White stone walls gleamed beneath the afternoon sun, with ivy curling gently around carved archways and wrought-iron balconies. Glass-paneled doors framed a grand entrance that looked like it belonged in a painting.But to Violet, it wasn’t just beautiful. It was theirs. Their home. A new beginning. The world she had dreamed of. The one that took a lot of discipline and sacrifice.Nyla was the first to leap from the car as soon as it stopped, her straight hair swinging with each step. Her eyes shone brightly, and her mouth broadened. “Is this it?” she asked breathlessly, eyes wide as she twirled in the center of the circular drive. The children hadn’t stopped talking about it since they heard from their mother that they would be moving together into their own mansion. The children were excited. They chattered about it every day.“This

GENERALLoretta jogged from the gym to her apartment. From a distance, she caught a glimpse of Liam, who was washing his car, and her lips curled into a smile. The man right there had been the reason her life had been fun since she moved into the city. She loved how he acted anytime he found her suspicious and the look he radiated anytime things didn’t go the way he wanted. One thing she was glad she did was separate her work life from her personal life. It would have been torturous and stressful if she hadn’t made that policy and stuck to it.She slowed down when she got to where he was washing. Liam hadn’t seen her. His entire focus was on the car he was cleaning.“Need a hand?” she shouted from behind, putting her hands on her hips and breathing erratically. Her outfit was sleek yet cozy. She wore a ribbed, long-sleeve thermal crop top in forest green, paired with high-waisted black fleece-lined leggings that hugged her curves. A cropped taupe zip-up jacket added warmth without hid