All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

—SAMANTHA— The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the cream-colored curtains, casting a golden ray across the floor. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then slowly sat up on the bed. For the first time in weeks—maybe even months—I had slept without crying myself into dreams or waking up with a heavy chest.I felt… lighter.Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I glanced around the bedroom Dalton had arranged for me. Everything was white—clean, fresh, and calm. A queen-sized bed rested in the middle with soft linen sheets. There was a small reading table in the corner with books already stacked neatly on it, and a lovely dressing vanity beside the tall window. The walls had a delicate pattern, something feminine and simple. It felt like a bedroom meant to give warmth. There was even a walk-in closet. And the bathroom? Refined, just like the rest of the mansion. I stretched out my limbs before heading into the bathroom to my business. After brush

—SAMANTHA—The moment the butlar mentioned -Miss Jessica, everyone went silent. Even Douglas, who had been cowering earlier, suddenly smirked, puffing his chest like an old lion. Sitting down in his seat, he cast a sneering look at me but his words were directed at Dalton full of mock taunt, “Let’s see what happens now that she's here...”I had no idea who Jessica was. But I didn’t need to ask. The weight in the air said it all. Then I heard it, a sharp crack of knuckles. My body tensed whe I realized it was Dalton. His sinfully handsome face was calm, but his hands were clenched so tight his bones were popping. He was holding himself back, and it scared me a little. Mrs. Bellamy suddenly stood up, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I will go play with my granddaughter in the garden," she said stiffly. Within two seconds, I could already tell she didn’t like Jessica. Not at all. I had never met this Miss Jessica everyone talked about. But ever since I came into Dalton’s life,

—SAMANTHA—For a few seconds, nobody answered Jessica’s question.The air remained thick, suffocating. I opened my mouth to speak, but Angela suddenly jumped up from her seat. She rushed to my side with a nervous laugh, pinching my arm hard in warning to stop me from speaking. "Oh, Jessica darling!” Angela faced Jessica with a sweet smile pretending like she didn't just hurt me. I winced painfully, rubbing the aching spot vigorously to numb the pain. "Ignore her," Angela said, waving her hand like I was some annoying fly. "She’s just a nobody from the countryside."Angela’s words felt like a slap across my face. She thought -I was going to tell Jessica who I was. I could see what she was doing, trying to cover up the truth about my identity, to protect Jessica from reality. "She’s my baby’s mother," Dalton's deep voice suddenly spoke.Silence. Absolute, deafening silence. "What?” Jessica froze. Her perfectly manicured hands gripped the armrest as she shot up fast from th

—SAMANTHA— "What’s your name, pretty?" The man ignored Dalton and narrowed his eyes at me, but he was still smiling. His fingers toyed with a red bead on his wrist round and round it went. I shifted nervously, glancing at Dalton before answering. "S-Samantha. My name is Samantha." "Samantha…" He rolled my name on his tongue like he was tasting it. His clouded gaze dragged slowly down my body, making my skin crawl. I instinctively moved closer to Dalton again, my shoulder brushing his arm. I didn't like this man. Something about him felt... wrong.He was giving me creepy chills, like he could be a psychopath hiding behind that charming face."Get your eyes off her, Theodora," Dalton growled, he now stood directly in front of me as if to prevent him from memorizing my face. Theodora laughed, lifting both hands up in mock surrender. "Woah! Easy there… cuz. I meant no harm. You know me better than anyone, right?" His grin widened, showing too many teeth. Dalton didn’t bother an

—SAMANTHA POV— How could people be so blind?Without even asking me, he had already judged me based on my clothes, my appearance… my status. That's insane! The manager turned to Zeke and Ophelia, almost bowing. "Mr Frost, thank you for protecting our establishment. I had no idea thieves could be so bold these days!" I stood there, frozen.Thief?I didn’t even touch anything!Zeke puffed out his chest, looking smug.His hand was wrapped tightly around Ophelia’s waist, and she stood beside him acting like a goddess.“It’s nothing,” Zeke said proudly, lifting his chin. “It’s my duty to make Skyline a better place. We can’t let ugly trash like her dirty it!"Everyone started clapping and praising Zeke like he was some kind of hero.My stomach turned. It made me feel sick.Ophelia smiled elegantly and gloated with pride. "Thank you, manager. Just get rid of this wannabe woman before she infects this glorious restaurant." The manager laughed and nodded fast."Yes, yes, yes! You're righ