All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

—Samantha pov—The morning air felt cool against my skin as I stepped out of the black car, heels clicking purposefully against the marble floors of Star Galaxy’s towering building. My long coat swayed with each step, sharp and polished, matching the storm brewing behind my eyes. The storm they would never see.As I approached the presidential elevator, I pressed the button calmly and folded my arms, eyes watching the numbers descend without any real focus.And then came the clatter.Virginia.I didn’t even need to look.Her signature heels hit the tiles like a wannabe runway model while her group of sycophants trailed behind her like perfume no one asked for. They laughed too loudly at something that wasn’t funny and tossed their hair as though it added IQ points. It didn’t.“Oh?” Virginia’s voice rang out, sickly sweet. “Still using the executive elevator, Samantha?”She strolled up to me and dramatically pressed the worker’s elevator button, like she was setting an example for the

—Samantha pov—The hospital lights were too bright.Everything about this place felt cold and too clean. My heels clicked softly against the white tiles as I walked inside, my chest tight and heart racing. I moved straight to the front desk, where a young receptionist looked up from her computer.“I’m here for my friend,” I said quickly. “Maryjane Morgan. I got a call from the hospital, she was brought in.”The woman typed something fast, glanced at the screen, and then nodded. “Room 207, second floor. Down that hallway, take the elevator up.”“Thank you,” I said and hurried off, not waiting another second.My legs moved on their own, faster with every step. Something was wrong. Something serious. I could feel it deep in my bones.As soon as the elevator opened, I rushed out, heart pounding harder. I turned the corner, following the room numbers. 205… 206…207! I pushed the door open.And what I saw made my whole body freeze.“Maryjane,” I whispered.She was sitting on the bed in a h

—Samantha pov—For a moment, there was a pin-drop silence. The air although quiet was intense. With a hard face, I gave Mr Zhao a short bow, then turned without another word, walking away with grace and quiet rage building inside me.Tomorrow, they’ll all know exactly who they’ve been playing with! My hands trembled slightly as I pushed the restroom door open and then entered. The mirror greeted me with a reflection that I barely recognized. My jaw was tight, my eyes sharp. Sighing, I reached for the tap, letting the cold water run over my palms before splashing it onto my face. The icy sting helped chase away the lingering anger and exhaustion that clung to me like a second skin.Hence, I took a few steady breaths and used a paper towel to dab away the droplets clinging to my cheeks. Then I ran my fingers through my hair and adjusted my blazer. I was calm again. Composed. I didn’t want anyone to see the storm raging inside me. Not yet.Just as I stepped out of the women’s restro

—SAMANTHA— My mind raced again. No. It couldn’t be Dalton. He would never put his duaghter life in danger like this. Then who was it? Any of the four families? But they dont know my real identity yet! This person must be powerful. He or she has the nerve to send three damn sedans after me in the middle of the night. Did they hthink this would scare me? Intimidate me?Well, it was working.But I wouldn’t show it.Not in front of my daughter. “Ryan,” I said through gritted teeth, “Head for the tunnel. If we can get through it and mix with traffic, we might lose them.”“Got it!” He sped up, pushing the car harder. I could hear Amore crying behind me now, sobbing into her car seat. I wanted to comfort her, hold her, but I couldn’t even turn fully. All I could do was shout back and hope she felt safe.“We’re going to be okay, Amore! I promise! Just hold on!”She sobbed louder, and my heart broke.Then, just ahead—I saw the tunnel.“Go!” I shouted.Ryan gunned it.We darted into the tun

—SAMANTHA— The moment I stepped out, the screams and camera flashes hit me like a wave.Reporters leaned over the ropes, flashes blinding, microphones shoved forward.The announcer’s voice echoed through the speakers, confusion mixing with excitement.“And arriving now—wait… Is that…?”Yes. It is.Me.Samantha Dawson.The woman they all thought was nothing but a shadow in the background.But tonight?I would be Alice Mcqueen. The moment I stepped into the hall beside Ryan, everything stopped.The clinking of glasses. The hum of conversations. The echo of the grand orchestra.Every eye turned. Every breath caught. And every whisper stilled.My heels clicked softly on the polished marble floor, echoing through the banquet like a drum announcing war. The gown Dalton sent wrapped around my body like liquid fire—deep red, daring, and unforgettable. My hair cascaded over one shoulder in stunning waves, and the soft glow of the chandelier above glinted off the diamond earrings I wore. The