All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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I know who is after you

—SAMANTHA POV— The whole day had passed in a blur. I stayed in my office until well past 6 PM, long after the last employees had trickled out. The silence in my office was suffocating, my thoughts louder than the hum of the air conditioner. My body still hummed with the memory of Dalton’s touch—his hands, his mouth, the way he had pinned me against my own desk like he owned me. And God help me, I had let him. I rubbed my temples, exhaustion weighing me down. But worse than the fatigue was the shame. The way my skin still burned when I remembered the way he’d whispered in my ear, the way my thighs had clenched around him, wanting more. How could I have been so weak? I stood abruptly, shoving files into my bag with more force than necessary. My reflection in the darkened office window was a mess—hair disheveled, lips still slightly swollen. Quickly, I raked my fingers through my curls, trying to erase the evidence, but it was pointless! The memory was seared into me. Just a

Last Updated : 2025-07-20

She's the mastermind

—SAMANTHA POV— The call ended abruptly, leaving a hollow silence in its wake. My fingers trembled around my phone as a new message flashed on the screen—an address, stark and ominous, located on the outskirts of the city. My stomach twisted. Whoever this was, they weren’t playing games. Ryan was still unloading the car, his back turned to me, but Grace lingered nearby, her eyes darting between me and the phone in my hand. I hesitated only a second before striding toward them, my voice low but firm. "We have a problem." Ryan turned, his brow furrowed. "What kind of problem?" I held up my phone, the glow of the screen casting shadows across his face. "Someone just called me. They claim to know who’s behind the attempts on my life. They want to meet." Grace sucked in a sharp breath, her hands flying to her mouth. “What?" Ryan’s expression darkened instantly. "No. Absolutely not. You’re not walking into some trap." "I don’t have a choice!" I snapped, my patience fraying.

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

I bled for you

—SAMANTHA POV— The knife glinted in the dim light, poised above me like a serpent ready to strike. My breath came in ragged gasps as I struggled against the ropes, my wrists raw from fighting. Please… someone… anyone… I didn’t know who I was praying to—God, fate, the universe itself—but in that moment, I would have given anything for a miracle. BANG. BANG.Suddenly gunshots! The sudden sharp, echoing cracks shattered the tense silence, sending a jolt through everyone in the room. Lena’s head snapped toward the door, her perfect composure slipping for the first time. "What the hell was that?" she hissed. The masked man hesitated, the knife trembling in his grip. "Go!" Lena barked, her voice sharp with command. "Find out what’s happening!" "Yes, ma'am!” The man dropped the knife with a clatter and bolted outside, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance. For a brief moment, it was just Lena and me. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. "Lena, please… you're my b

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

the seducing maid

— DALTON POV— The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d crossed a line. Your man. I hadn’t planned to say it. Hell, I hadn’t even planned to think it. But seeing her standing there, those wide, guilty eyes flickering between me and the woman stitching me up like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to intervene—something inside me snapped. And then she just… stammered. No sharp retort. No biting sarcasm. Just flushed cheeks and parted lips, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her ruined blouse. Fuck! It should’ve pissed me off. Instead, it made my chest tighten in a way that was dangerously close to fondness. I didn’t trust myself to speak. If I opened my mouth again, I’d either say something even more unforgivable or haul her over my shoulder and lock her in my bedroom until she finally accepted that she was mine. So I walked away. The home office was a sanctuary of silence. I took the stairs, needing the burn in my muscles to ground me, and barely r

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

don't stop yourself

—Samantha— The penthouse was too quiet. I sat curled up on the massive leather couch, my fingers tracing idle patterns over the cool surface as I replayed the last hour in my head. Dalton’s words still burned in my ears. "You’re standing there watching another woman put her hands on your man?" My stomach twisted. I didn’t know what to do with that. With him. Every time I thought I had him figured out, he did something like this—something raw and possessive and utterly unpredictable. And the worst part? A traitorous part of me liked it. I pressed my palms against my flushed cheeks, exhaling sharply. This was ridiculous. I was a grown woman, not some flustered teenager. But the way he had looked at me—like he wanted to devour me whole—left my skin humming with something dangerously close to anticipation. My phone buzzed on the table beside the couch, snapping me out of my thoughts. Grace’s name flashed across the screen. I snatched it up, grateful for the distraction

Last Updated : 2025-08-03

Don't push me

—SAMANTHA—My heart was still pounding as I stammered out an apology, scrambling back from Dalton like he was made of fire. “I—I should go. Amore is probably waiting for me—” I barely made it two steps before his arm hooked around my waist, dragging me back onto the bed with a laugh that vibrated against my spine. “Running already?” His voice was pure sin, his breath warm against my ear. “And here I thought you were enjoying the view.” My face burned. “Shut up.” I twisted in his grip, half-heartedly punching his chest—though my fist barely made an impact against the solid wall of muscle. “I’m serious, Dalton. Amore needs me.” His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second at the mention of her name. A low exhale, and then—reluctantly—he released me. “Fine. Go.” I didn’t wait for him to change his mind. The bathroom door slammed behind me, and I sagged against it, pressing my palms to my flushed cheeks. What the hell was that? One minute I was admiring him like some lovestru

Last Updated : 2025-08-07

Mr Hensley

—SAMANTHA— The car ride had been suffocating. Dalton’s presence filled the space, his silence louder than any words. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching the city blur past, but I could feel his eyes on me—heavy, possessive, burning into the back of my neck like a brand. When we finally pulled up to my villa, I didn’t wait for him to open the door. “Thank you,” I muttered, already stepping out. He didn’t respond. Just watched me with that unreadable stare as I walked away. The moment the door closed behind me, I sagged against it, exhaling sharply. Finally, space to breathe. A flicker of movement caught my eye. Through the sheer curtains, I saw Dalton’s car still idling at the curb. Waiting. Watching. Then, with a low growl of the engine, he drove off. My shoulders relaxed. “Boss?” I turned to see Grace standing in the foyer, her expression a mix of relief and concern. Without thinking, I crossed the distance and pulled her into a tight hug. She stiffene

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

The parent child game

—SAMANTHA—The world was a haze of pain and disorientation when the car door creaked open. Blinking against the sunlight streaming in, I tried to focus, but my vision swam, the edges blurry and indistinct. A figure leaned over me, his features slowly coming into view—sharp, aristocratic, and undeniably handsome. Blonde hair, tousled slightly as if he’d been running. Piercing blue eyes, filled with concern. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his brow furrowed as he assessed me. "Are you alright?" His voice was smooth, laced with genuine worry as he reached for me. I tried to answer, but my throat was dry, my words catching. All that came out was a weak, rasping sound. "Don’t try to speak," he murmured, his hands gentle as he carefully unbuckled my seatbelt. "Just hold on. I’m getting you out of here." Before I could protest, his arms slid beneath me, lifting me from the wreckage with surprising ease. The movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my body, and I bit back

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

The game

—SAMANTHA—The whispers still clung to the air, but I refused to let them ruin this moment for Amore. I tightened my grip on her small hand and turned to the nearest teacher, forcing a smile. "We're here for the parent game." The familiar home teacher, a young woman with a clipboard and a frazzled expression blinked at us before recognition flickered in her eyes. "Oh! Amore's mother! We weren't sure if—" She cut herself off, glancing at Henry, then back at me. "Right this way." Amore practically vibrated with excitement as we were led to the center of the yard, where other parents and children were already gathered. The game was simple. A relay race where parents had to carry their kids on their backs while navigating obstacles. Normally, I would have balked at the idea of participating in something so physical, especially with my body still aching from the accident. But the way Amore's eyes lit up when Henry crouched down to let her climb onto his back made my protests die

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Take your trash

—SAMANTHA— The phone vibrated in my hand, Dalton’s name flashing like a warning. I hesitated for only a second before answering, pressing the device to my ear. “Mr Montclair.” His voice was a low, dangerous growl. “Stay away from Henry Sinclair.” I stiffened. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” The edge in his tone sent a chill down my spine. “He’s not who you think he is.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “And who exactly do you think he is?” A beat of silence. Then— “A problem.” The word was final, a death sentence wrapped in velvet. But I wasn’t about to back down. “He helped Amore today,” I snapped. “Something you have never done.” The line went so quiet I thought he’d hung up. Then, his voice dropped to a whisper, cold enough to freeze blood. “Mark my words, Samantha. If you let that man near Amore again, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” The call ended before I could retort. I threw my phone onto the bed, my chest heaving. Who the hell did

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

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