All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

—ZEKE— The clubhouse was alive with energy, neon lights flickering in the corners, and the air thick with the smell of stale smoke and spilled liquor. The music blared loudly, but it was nothing more than background noise as I sat back in the VIP area, surrounded by my friends and their girlfriends. Ophelia, as usual, was right by my side. Her hand tracing lazy circles on my chest, her strong perfume blending with the expensive whiskey in my glass. Finally. The mad woman was out of my way, and I had the woman I truly wanted by my side. Samantha? Please. Who the hell would want her? The only reason I ever got involved with her in the first place was because of Gina. My ticket to the Frost inheritance. I never planned for things to get so complicated. Marry Gina, secure the money, then get rid of her when the time is right. But the stupid girl had to ruin everything. Slept with a shitty gigolo. Got pregnant. And then… she killed herself, and when the scandal broke out to the m

—ZEKE— Like a madman, I slammed the hospital door behind me, the echo vibrating down the hall as if the entire building felt my fury. My blood boiled with each step toward the parking lot, hands clenched into fists. That ungrateful witch actually served me divorce papers?I could barely keep my rage in check. I could still feel the sting of her words ringing in my ears—“It’s divorce papers, Zeke. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”She really had the guts to go through with it? Please. I know her games. She thinks playing tricks like this will grab my attention—acting like she’s strong enough to walk away. She’s not. I know her.Samantha doesn’t have the nerve to leave this life. The servants, the cars, the attention that comes with being –Mrs. Frost. It's in her blood now. She’s grown used to it. She wouldn’t survive a week without the luxury I gave her.She needs me.If anyone’s going to end this marriage, it should be me. I call the shots. Not her! My jaw was clenched so tight it

—SAMANTHA— The drive to Emerald Villa was long and silent. Zeke didn’t say a word, and honestly, I preferred it that way. His presence beside me felt like poison in the air—thick, bitter, suffocating. His hands gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched like he was biting down on his own tongue. When the Bentley finally rolled to a stop in front of the grand villa, he stepped out without a word, slamming the door so hard behind him causing me to flinch like I was nothing but a burden. Typical. Not like I cared. “Scumbag,” I scoffed, brushing my fingers through my hair before I opened the car door. Emerald Villa had always felt too lavish for me, too cold despite its beauty. I never felt welcome here… not by the Frosts anyway. The cold night breeze greeted me, tossing my hair around my shoulders as I walked after Zeke, I made sure to put a respective distance of ten feet away from him. “Mr Frost!” The butler respectfully bowed we strode toward the building. I r

—SAMANTHA— The next day, the taxi came to a gentle stop, and I didn’t move. I just sat there, eyes fixed on the entrance of City Hall like it was some kind of finish line I’d been crawling toward for years. My hands were resting on my lap, but they were clenched, stiff. Today was the day we would finally end our marriage. At the entrance of the city hall, many young couples were in line holding hands, laughing, and taking pictures. They were here to get married. I could feel the happiness and love in the air. Even the clouds above feel too romantic, shaped like hearts against a pale blue sky. It's all so painfully ironic. I was here to end mine. I remained inside the taxi, still… cold. I watched them, their eyes filled with dreams, oblivious to the pain marriage could bring. I remembered three years ago, standing in the same line with Zeke. We weren’t in love, but I still smiled. I smiled because I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought honoring Gina’s wish would be

—SAMANTHA— Unspoken tension filled the air around us. I felt my stomach twist, and my chest tightening with uneasiness as I looked around the powerful people in front of me. “Wh-why are you all here?” I finally asked, my voice lower than I intended but loud enough to get their attention. Mrs. Bellamy’s face softened, her eyes glowing like she’d just been waiting for this moment. “Do you remember what I told you when I came here a few weeks ago, child?” she asked gently, taking my hand. I frowned, craning my neck slightly, my gaze dropping to the floor as I dug through my thoughts. I did remember… that day, a few weeks ago, when she came to visit me here in this very hospital. I’d thought it was strange then too. She said something about wanting to meet Amore. To see her… And just like that, it hit me. I lifted my eyes slowly, meeting hers, and I could tell by the way her smile widened that she knew I’d pieced it together. “I remembered,” I replied quietly, my voice a li