All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

—Samantha’s POV— I hadn’t taken the driver with me today. I needed this moment to feel… in control.The road to Serenity Villa stretched like a silent promise before me, the evening sunlight casting warm hues over the hood of my car. Amore sat beside me in the front seat, her legs crossed in her seat, her soft blue gown fanned gently around her.She had her AirPods in, head bobbing lightly to whatever melody she was listening to. I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes. So carefree, so innocent. Her presence alone was a balm to my restless mind.Suddenly, she tugged one pod out and turned to me, tilting her head. “Mom?”“Yes, sweetheart?” I kept my voice calm, though my fingers tensed slightly on the wheel.“Who’s your special friend?” she asked for thr hundredth time, eyes round with curiosity. “You said someone wants to see me really badly.”I forced a smile, ruffling her hair gently. “You’ll see when we get there, okay?”Amore narrowed her eyes at me like she knew I was dodgin

—Samantha’s Pov— The tension was silent yet intense. Veronica eyes fumed at me, I could see the barely restairnged anger before she turned and walked away gracefully. No one spoke as we all entered the dining room where the long mahogany table stretched far across the room. Already seated were a few members of the Montclair extended family, all the usual polished smiles and hidden daggers I remembered far too well. Amore sat at the far end with Grandma, looking a little overwhelmed but trying to act composed.She brightened the moment she saw me. “Mom!”I walked over and kissed her head. “I’m here, sweetheart.”Dalton took the seat beside her while I sat on the other side. Veronica took the head of the table, a picture of elegance and poison, of course, and the rest filled in accordingly. Silverware clinked, wine was poured, and the soft sounds of the classical music playing in the background filled the silence.It should’ve felt elegant.Instead, it felt suffocating.Throughout

—Zeke Pov— The wails echoed through the grand hall of Emerald Villa, slicing through the silence like a knife.Ophelia was on her knees. Her hair a mess, makeup smudged, and tears pouring down her cheeks like rain. Whenever she spoke, her voice would crack with each sob, her palms clinging to the edge of my trousers."I swear it’s not me!" she cried, shaking her head frantically. "Zeke, please, you have to believe me! That photo, it’s not me! I would never disgrace the Frost name like that!"I stood there, unmoving.What exactly was I meant to say?The moment I arrived here with her, the whole house had erupted. The moment the tabloids dropped the new scandal, every surface in the Frost home became a war zone. Photos. Rumors. Headlines. All linking Ophelia to some very wild nights in questionable bars with questionable men.My mother was livid.No. She was beyond livid. "YOU LYING SLUT!" Georgina screamed from the other side of the living room, throwing her favorite porcelain teacu

—Samantha Pov— The office was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the low hum of the city beyond the tall glass windows. I sat behind my desk, my eyes were fixed on the screen, reviewing the details of the upcoming Galen banquet. We had no room for errors. This was the only opening we had to get the information we needed, and I wasn’t going to let emotions or distractions get in the way.But of course, distractions always had a way of finding me.A knock came at the door, and before I could respond, it creaked open.Mary strode into the office, arms full of designer shopping bags, boxes wrapped in velvet ribbons, and one ridiculously large bouquet of white roses."Miss Alice," she huffed, staggering in, "these just arrived. Three men sent them. Mr. Roland, Mr. Cheung, and... I think the last one is from the senator's assistant. Each came with a note.”I blinked at the mountain of unnecessary nonsense she was trying to balance.“Mary,” I said slowly, pinchi

—DALTON POV— The sight of her beneath me, skin slick with sweat and my cum, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath—it was intoxicating. Samantha always had this way of unraveling me, even when she pretended she didn’t want to. Even now, with her hair a mess and her lips swollen from my kisses, she was trying to push me away, her hands pressing against my chest like she had any real chance of stopping me. I smirked down at her, relishing the way her eyes burned with frustration. She was pissed, but she was still wet for me—still trembling from what I’d just done to her. Then, the sound of footsteps outside the office door. "Boss! I need you—” That must be her assistant, Grace. Samantha’s body tensed beneath me, panic flashing in her eyes. "Get off, Dalton!” she hissed, shoving at me harder. Like hell I would. Instead, I caught her chin, forcing her to look at me before I crushed my mouth against hers. God. She made a muffled sound of protest, it sounded so