All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

SAMANTHA—I was still at my desk, flipping through some files while Mira stood near the shelf, giving me the latest updates about the board meeting. My mind wasn’t fully there, but I nodded and hummed at the right places so she wouldn’t notice.Then a light knock came on the door. One of the security men stepped in, holding a medium-sized box. “Ma’am, this came in this morning,” He bowed slightly, placed it on my desk, and left through the door.I frowned.Mira tilted her head. “What’s that?”I shook my head, sliding the box closer. “No idea.”Slowly, I lifted the lid and froze for a second. Inside was a customised beautiful black dress, elegant and expensive. No note. No name. Nothing.My brows drew together. Who sent this?Before I could think too far, my phone rang. The screen lit up with a name that still managed to make my pulse spike. Dalton.My fingers trembled a little as I picked it up. “Hello.”His deep voice came through, smooth but commanding. “Did you get the gift?”I l

—SAMANTHA—The envelope felt heavy in my hand, as if it contained not just paper, but the weight of all the lies and half-truths that had clouded my life since returning to the city. I stood frozen on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, the sounds of traffic and distant conversations fading into a dull hum. My heart thudded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of dread and curiosity.~~Don’t open it until I’m gone. Henry’s words echoed in my mind. But he was gone. His car had disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with this cryptic farewell.“Boss?”I jumped, clutching the envelope to my chest. Grace stood in the restaurant doorway, her brow furrowed in concern. Ryan hovered just behind her.“Is everything okay?” Ryan asked, his eyes scanning the street as if expecting an ambush. “Who was that?”“It was… Henry,” I said, my voice sounding distant to my own ears.Grace’s eyes narrowed. “Henry? What did he want?”I looked down at the envelope, my fingers tracing the sharp edges

SAMANTHA POV— I slowly knelt on the bed beside her, and the surface dipped. Then, I took a deep breath, choosing my words with more care than I’d ever used in a corporate takeover."Mr. Henry had to go away, baby," I said, my voice soft."Why?" she asked, finally looking at me. Her expression was so open, so trusting. It broke my heart."Well," I began, pulling her onto my lap. "You know how sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do because it's the right thing? Or because it's best for everyone?"She nodded slowly, playing with the ribbon on her new teddy bear. The one Henry had won for her."Mr. Henry had to do something like that. He had to go back to his own family, far away from here.""Doesn't he like us anymore?" Her lower lip trembled just slightly."Oh, honey, no." I hugged her tightly. "I think he liked us very much. That's actually why he had to leave. He wanted to make sure we stayed safe and happy."It was the simple of a brutal truth, a gentle story woven fro

—SAMANTHA POV—There was silence. But of course, Veronica wasn’t going to let me walk away so easily.“Well…” Veronica cleared her throat, that high-pitched note of pretension slicing through the gentle hum of the fountain by the pool. “There is something. We were just… discussing the idea of merging our family with Micah’s. You know, a strong alliance between households.”I arched an eyebrow, pretending to look intrigued. Oh, here we go. The real reason for this family breakfast.“And what,” I asked smoothly, tilting my head slightly, “does that have to do with me?”Her smile widened, but her eyes hardened. “Well, Samantha, dear… you and Micah are a perfect match.”For a second, I almost laughed. Then I did. A soft, low chuckle slipped past my lips, and every head at the table turned to look at me.“A match?” I repeated, placing my napkin neatly on the table. “And what gives you the right to decide that? Haven’t you always wanted your daughter to marry into wealth? I suggest you let

—SAMANTHA POV—Grace exchanged a glance with Ryan before speaking again.“Ophelia is pregnant. With Zeke’s child.”For a moment, the words didn’t register.Pregnant?! I blinked, letting it sink in, then leaned back in my chair slowly.“Well…” I muttered, almost amused. “That’s… interesting.”Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd? After everything, this news suddenly appears?”Grace shrugged with a little smirk. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. That woman would do anything to keep Zeke from throwing her away. She knows she’s losing her grip on him.”I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “So, a last-minute pregnancy miracle? How convenient.”Grace laughed under her breath. “Exactly.”But as quickly as the topic came, I pushed it aside. “Forget about her. If she thinks a fake pregnancy can save her, she’s wrong. I’m not wasting my energy on Ophelia.”They nodded, but I could feel their eyes lingering on me, waiting for what I would say next. And they got it.“Instead,” I said fi