Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

– Samantha’s POV—The hospital room felt like a cage, all white walls and beeping machines. It was Sunday, and I was done with it. My head still ached, the bandages on my arm itchy, but I was healing fast. The doctors wanted me to stay another day, their faces all serious, but I wasn’t listening. I missed Amore too much—her bright eyes, her giggles, her little arms around me. Every second away from her hurt worse than the cuts on my skin. I was getting out today, no matter what.The door swung open, and Maryjane burst in, her curly hair bouncing, her smile wide. She held a stack of papers, her jeans and bright yellow top a splash of color in the sterile room. “Sam, I got the discharge papers,” she said, waving them like a prize. “Told those doctors you’re too stubborn to stay.”I laughed, the sound weak but real. “Thanks, MJ. You’re a lifesaver.” I swung my legs off the bed, wincing as my head throbbed. My black sweatshirt and jeans were folded on a chair, and I changed quickly, eager

– Samantha’s POV —Soon, night arrived and darkened blanketed the whole city. Inside the villa, the bed room was buzzing, the air thick with the smell of perfume and hairspray. I sat on a plush stool, my silver own shimmering under the chandelier’s light. The dress hugged my curves, its deep neckline bold, the high slit showing just enough leg to scream elegance. Maryjane stood behind Grace, brushing shimmery eyeshadow on her lids, her curls bouncing as she worked. Grace, in her teal gown, sat still, her sharp bob sleek, her tablet forgotten for once.“Hold still, Grace,” Maryjane said, laughing. “You want to look like a queen, not a raccoon.”Grace rolled her eyes but grinned. “You’re enjoying this too much, MJ. Don’t make me look like a clown.”“Never,” MJ said, winking. “You’re gonna steal the show at that gala. Well, after Sam, of course.”I smiled, my heart racing with nerves and excitement. The gala was tonight, Dalton’s invitation burning a hole in my purse. I’d face him, Zeke

—Samantha’s POV—My women in the large hall wanted to mingle with me or strike a conversation but I didnt give them any face. Those women in the elite circles were nothing more than snakes with fake smiles. And as for the men trying to catch my attention, I didn't spare a single glance. I know how the world works, when your rich and have something potential to offer, people flock around you. But when you're poor or having nothing, people look down on you like dirt. Of course, I was once in that shoe. The balcony air was cool, brushing my skin as I leaned against the marble railing. The city sparkled below, its lights like a puzzle I was still solving. I held Dalton’s note, my heart racing. “Meet me on the balcony. We need to talk. – D.” I came to get answers, not to play his games. I was Alice now, and I’d keep him at arm’s length.Dalton stepped out, his black tux sharp, his amber eyes shining. He looked too good, and it made me mad. “You showed up,” he said, his voice low, a sly

—Samantha’s POV— The gala was over, but I was far from feeling the peace that should come after a successful event. My heels tapped with quiet rhythm against the marble steps as I made my way to the parking lot, my purse clutched tightly in one hand and annoyance pulsing in my veins.I had told Grace, Maryjane, and Ryan to head home. I didn’t want them hovering around me tonight—especially when my mood had sunk into irritation. Why? Because Dalton Montclair had disappeared without a single word, leaving me to drive his sick grandmother back to Serenity Villa.Coincidence? Please.My jaw ticked as I slid into the driver’s seat. The cool leather did little to calm me, especially not with Mrs. Bellamy already dozing off in the passenger seat, her fragile hands resting quietly on her lap, her head tilted gently to the side.A sigh escaped my mouth as I adjusted the mirror. “Typical,” I muttered, pulling out of the parking lot. “Disappears just when he was needed.”The city lights dimmed

—SAMANTHA— Dalton’s lips found mine again, slow and careful this time, his powerful hands ravaging every inch of my body, our moans filled the air, but my heart was screaming in panic.This wasn’t supposed to happen! I wasn’t supposed to feel this.I wasn’t supposed to want him.And yet here I was… drowning in his warmth. Sinking into the past that still haunted me.When his kiss stopped, and he pulled back slightly to look into my face, I turned my head away.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered.“But we did,” he said softly. “And you felt it.”I opened my mouth to argue but no words came out.We lay there, quiet.And when I finally turned back to face him again, I saw it.That same torment in his eyes.And that scared me more than anything.Because part of me… still wanted to believe him.“Sleep,” Dalton whispered in that deep, velvety voice that somehow settled the chaos inside me.I didn’t respond. I just let out a sigh and turned away, facing the other side of the bed, hop