Semua Bab Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Bab 111 - Bab 120

—Samantha pov—I had just turned to leave, the corners of my lips still curled from the private war of glances between Dalton and me, when the sharp voice of the announcer echoed across the glittering hall.“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said, full of flair. “Please put your hands together as we welcome Miss Grace Arden, the official right-hand of the mysterious CEO of Star Galaxy!”A wave of chatter rippled through the hall like a sudden gust of wind. Heads spun. Eyes widened. Murmurs filled the air instantly—everyone was eager, hungry even, to catch a glimpse of her. After all, Grace was known to be the closest anyone had gotten to the enigma that ruled this empire.I stood still, still as a shadow, observing as Grace walked into the room.Her heels clacked against the marble floor, her posture regal. Her fitted dark green dress hugged her perfectly, her long hair in a high sleek ponytail. Grace looked composed, fierce, and in control as she always did.People leaned forward.Some men

—Samantha pov—The door clicked shut behind us. I was still catching my breath from the storm of applause, compliments, and fake smiles out there.But here, in this dimly lit room… it was just us.Dalton.His tall frame stood between me and the door like a wall I couldn’t break through.The air between us burned. My heart pounded wildly as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on my body like he could peel the layers off me.“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, trying to steady my voice. I yanked my wrist from his grip.He didn’t flinch.“You think you can lie to me?” His voice was low, rough. Dangerous. “You think I wouldn’t recognize you? Alice McQueen.”My heart froze.So he knew.“I didn’t lie,” I said, standing straighter. “You never asked properly.”A bitter chuckle escaped him. “You used a fake name. Hid right under my nose.”“For my protection,” I said quickly.“Don’t give me that crap,” he hissed. “You were playing everyone. Including me.”I folded my arms. “And you’ve never

—Samantha’s POV—The sun was beautifully bright. The white luxurious car pulled to a smooth stop right in front of the tall, gleaming building of Star Galaxy.I sat still for a moment, watching the morning light bounce off the glass like a promise. Today wasn’t just another workday.Today, I was going to tear down everything fake. Every lie. Every snake hiding in the garden I planted with my own hands. “Ma’am” My new driver said, stepping out and opening the door for me.I nodded, stepping out in a sharp black suit, heels clicking like thunder across the tiled entrance. Ryan had gone to headquarters earlier that morning. Something urgent had come up, and he’d insisted I go ahead without him. So I did.And I came armed.The moment I entered the building, every eye turned. Some faces paled. Some tried to smile, as if the night before had been a dream. But I wasn’t here for greetings.I was here for war! “Call Virginia to my office,” I told one of the receptionists as I stepped into th

—Samantha’s POV—The sun had started its descent behind the skyline as my car pulled into the circular driveway of the Golden Horizon Hotel. It was one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, glittering with sophistication and luxury. I stared out the tinted window, watching the bellboys open doors and guests milling about in fine clothes and diamond smiles.The driver rounded the car and opened my door. I stepped out in a sleek black coat, my heels hitting the marbled floor with quiet confidence. The concierge greeted me with a bow, and I simply nodded, walking straight through the lobby.I wasn’t here for fanfare.I was here for my best friend.Hence, I took the elevator up to the 8th floor, exhaling softly as I rode in silence. When the doors opened, I followed the hallway until I reached Room 812. I gave two soft knocks.The door swung open almost immediately.“Samantha!” Maryjane beamed, she was wearing blue hoodie matched with black pants, he hair wrapped in a messy bun, and

—SAMANTHA— The glass walls of the conference room reflected my image back at me. Calm, poised, untouchable. The air was thick with tension as I sat at the head of the table, my phone in hand, tapping at the screen while Zeke fidgeted across from me. The silence crackled like fire.I knew he wanted to say something. His lips parted slightly, but he swallowed it back, eyes narrowing on me with curiosity and arrogance.Slowly I glanced up, locking my cold gaze onto his, voice cool and even: “If there’s something you’d like to say, go ahead.”He let out a low laugh, leaning back in his seat with that usual smugness. “I was just thinking… what brought you crawling back to me? Did you finally realize no man in this city measures up? That you need me, Samantha?”The tension in the conference room sharpened. I felt his smirk before he spoke it.I tilted my head, letting a cruel smile curve my lips. “That’s cute, Zeke. But that's far from the case,” I replied, voice low. “I didn’t call you be