Semua Bab Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Bab 91 - Bab 100

—Samantha—The moment Ryan mentioned our next meeting was with Dalton at a restaurant, a chill ran down my spine.That man’s name alone was enough to stir a whirlwind of emotions I'd rather keep buried.Ryan noticed my sudden stillness. “If you're uncomfortable, Virginia or maybe Mira could accompany me,” he offered gently.I shook my head, determination hardening my features. “No. I have to play the role of an assistant.”He looked at me, concern evident in his eyes. “Are you sure?”I met his gaze, my eyes cold and resolute. “Yes.”He nodded slowly. “Alright. We'll leave at two PM.”With that, he excused himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts.The upcoming meeting with Dalton loomed over me like a dark cloud. I wished I could avoid it, but running would only make me a coward. I had to face him.Lost in thought, I barely registered someone bumping into me until I nearly lost my balance.“Ah!” I gasped, catching myself just in time.Turning, I saw Virginia smirking wickedly at me.

-Samantha—When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the silence.It was too quiet.The beeping machine beside me hummed rhythmically, but there were no voices, no footsteps outside the door, no familiar scent of Ryan’s cologne. I blinked groggily, adjusting my eyes to the soft light of the hospital room. The curtains were drawn slightly open, allowing a pale shaft of morning sunlight to spill in.“Ryan?” I murmured, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. My throat felt dry. “Ryan…”No answer.I sat up slowly, the movement making my head swim for a moment. My mouth opened to call for him again, louder this time—but I paused.Suddenly, I felt hot.Too hot.Why is it hot?Despite the low hum of the air conditioning vent above me and the coolness of the tiled floor, my skin was burning. My chest felt tight, and the air around me felt... thick. Suffocating.That was when I saw him.A shadow by the chair in the corner of the room.No, not a shadow.A man.Dalton.He sat there, legs

-Samantha's POV-By the time we got home, the sun had dipped beneath the skyline, painting the sky a deep orange that bled into purple. After parking the car in the parking lot, Ryan and I walked through the front door together, both mentally drained from the day.Just as we entered, I saw Amore in the dining area. My sweet girl, her back bent as she munched on broccoli with a serious expression. But then her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Mom!” she squealed.I hurried over, my arms wide as she jumped off her sit and ran to me, nearly knocking me off balance with her tight hug. Sighing, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of strawberries in her hair. She had braided pigtails today. Probably Stella’s doing.“I missed you mom,” she said softly causing my eyes to water. “I missed you more, my love,” I whispered.Ryan smiled, ruffling Amore’s hair as she giggled. “You’re a brave little warrior, huh?”Amore giggled louder, “I’m not a warrior, Uncle Ryan, I’m a queen

—Samantha pov—The morning sun was already high when I entered Star Galaxy. I was dressed to kill in a sharp, fitted wine-colored suit with sleek black heels. My hair was swept up in a neat bun, and my eyes—well, they were tired but fierce. After the heated encounter with Dalton last night and the impromptu girls' night with Marjane, sleep had barely kissed me. Still, I had a job to do, a role to play, and enemies to watch.The lobby was buzzing as usual, workers bustling around, phones ringing, and elevators chiming. I could already feel the stares—some lingering, some judging, most curious. No matter. I kept my chin high, my heels clicking confidently against the marble floor as I entered the elevator.As the doors slid shut, Mira rushed in, her chest heaving like she had sprinted.“Good morning, Miss Mc—uh, Samantha,” she corrected herself quickly, bowing her head slightly.I smirked and elbowed her playfully. “Careful. You almost blew my cover.”She giggled but quickly grew seriou

—Samantha pov—The air inside the conference room was stifling, thick with tension and anticipation.Three stern-looking inspectors sat across from me, files opened wide like they were reading my soul line by line. Beside them sat three shareholders and two senior investors. I immediately recognized the fox, Mr. Zhao, and then Mr. Renold. He was the kind of man who’d eat his own children if it meant saving his money. His slick blue suit screamed wealth. His eyes? Greedy. Dissecting. Like I was meat on a platter.He leaned forward, folding his hands together with theatrical grace. “Miss Samantha Dawson,” he said, voice smooth, fake, and patronizing. “You’ve only been with Skyline a short time, correct?”“Yes,” I replied, tone even. My hands remained on my lap, calm—unshaken.He flipped a page like it was meant to intimidate me. “Your resume is vague. Almost too clean. And you were hired directly by Mr. Ryan, the acting president himself.”“That’s correct.”A younger inspector chimed i