Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

—DALTON POV—I ended the call and placed the phone gently on the table in my office, my expression as calm as ever.Samantha’s words were vivid, full of finality, like a cut meant to sever every string between us. She thinks she can cut me out of her life so easily?Foolish woman. She should know by now… no one walks away from me unless I allow it.She can burn bridges, slam doors, spit venom in her words, but I’ll still be there, standing in the ruins she leaves behind. Because Samantha belongs to me, whether she accepts it or not. And when I want something, I don’t lose. I never lose.I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest as the city skyline stretched beyond the tall windows. A part of me wanted to drive to her right now, to drag her out of that cold darkness she hides in and remind her who she’s dealing with. But another part… another part screamed patience. Let her think she’s free. Let her breathe without me. Because soon, I’ll take that breath away.

—DALTO POV—The late afternoon sun shone across the pool, turning the water into a beautiful sight to watch.I sat back in the lounge chair, my jacket folded neatly on the table beside me. Grandma, sat opposite me with her usual regal composure, sipping her tea like the world was hers to command.“Son,” she said, her voice smooth and sharp all at once, “you’ve been distracted lately.”I didn’t respond immediately, my eyes fixed on the gentle ripples of the water. Distracted wasn’t the word. Obsessed. That was closer. Obsessed with Samantha. With the way she’d cut me off like I was nothing.“You know this family can’t afford weakness,” she continued, her eyes gleaming at me. “You have responsibilities, alliances—”“Grandma,” I interrupted, my tone clipped, “I know my responsibilities.”Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but before she could reply, my phone buzzed on the table.I reached for it without thinking, then froze when I saw the name flashing on the screen.James.“Excuse me,”

Chapter ❤️—SAMANTHA POV—The night air was crisp as I approached the grand White family estate, my heels clicking sharply against the marble driveway. The mansion was decorated with lights, and the whole place filled to the brim as the most elite families had attended. My chest tightened with anticipation, a mix of anticipation and nerves twisting in my stomach. Tonight wasn’t just another social event, it was a milestone. A revelation. I was about to see him: the White family’s long-lost heir, my betrothed, the one Aunt Penelope had told me about.I straightened my back, smoothed the folds of my gown, and took a deep breath. This is it, Samantha. You’ve waited years for this. You cannot falter now.As I stepped through the grand double doors, all eyes seemed to turn toward me though I wasn’t surprised. I had a way of commanding attention without even trying. The whispers, the admiration, even the subtle glares from those who wished they could match me. It all reminded me of one s

—DALTON POV—The night air was heavy with smoke, thick enough to sting my lungs even as I raced through the streets. The Bentley skidded around corners, tires squealing, but I didn’t care about speed limits or consequences. All that mattered was her, Samantha.For hours, I had tracked every lead, questioned every informant, and pieced together the chaos that Jessica had orchestrated. My mind refused to believe it when James told me she’d been taken, but the evidence was clear; Samantha had been kidnapped! I wasn’t just angry, I was furious. Rage gnawed at my chest, every instinct screaming to find her, to rip Jessica and those men apart. But underneath the fire in my veins, a deeper, rawer emotion burned, fear.Fear for her.I parked my car and sprinted toward the warehouse, ignoring the fire trucks and shouting crowds. Smoke curled from the windows, black and suffocating. Flames licked the walls, devouring everything inside. I forced myself inside, dodging collapsing beams and f

—DALTON POV—After breakfast, I carried Amore in my arms toward the poolside. She was light, small, like a delicate flower, but her little fists were tight around my shirt as if she didn’t fully trust me yet. And honestly, I couldn’t blame her. To her, I was the stranger who had caused her mother pain, the man who was now suddenly in their lives claiming a place.When Samantha left us alone after breakfast, I caught the signal she gave me, those eyes saying “Try. Please try.” So, here I was. I had made a promise to her, and to myself, that I wouldn’t fail at this.Amore stared at the water and then back at me with her big brown eyes. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked, her voice so small it almost broke something inside me.“To have fun,” I said softly, setting her down on one of the cushioned pool chairs. “Do you like swimming?”She shook her head quickly, her curly hair bouncing. “No.”“Why not?” I asked, crouching in front of her so I could be at eye level.“Because… I don’t