All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

—SAMANTHA— Jessica's voice was like poison in my ears. She stepped closer, wearing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was evil. Cold. And it sent chills down my spine. I didn’t move. I stood my ground, refusing to let her see how uneasy I felt.She leaned close, her perfume stinging my nose. “I’m warning you. Stay away from Dalton, Samantha. You’re not in his league. You’re just… temporary. A toy. Something new and shiny he’ll soon throw away!" Her words were ruthless, like ice crawling down my back. But I didn’t move. I didn’t step away. I kept my eyes on her, even though I wanted to stagger. My hands were tight fists at my sides. My nails dug into my palms, but I didn’t care. I just needed to stay strong in front of her. I knew what she was trying to do: break me down, scare me. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.She studied me for a long, suffocating moment before her lips twisted. "Enjoy your borrowed time because it wont last," she finally murmured, so low only I co

—SAMANTHA— Suddenly the sound of Amore’s laughter outside the car shattered the moment like fragile glass. “Jesus Christ! Amore is here!” I panicked and jerked back, my pulse roaring in my ears as Dalton finally let me go. He muttered a curse under his breath. His expression was unreadable, but his fingers flexed slightly, as if already missing the contact. I scrambled to fix my hair, my cheeks burning. What the hell was that?! When the car door swung open, Amore’s bright voice filled the silence. "Mom! Dad! Grandma let me bake cookies—" She froze, her big eyes darting between us. "Why are you guys just sitting here?" Dalton cleared his throat, shifting effortlessly into the role of the easygoing father. "Just talking, kiddo. Cookies, huh? Save any for us?" Amore giggled, oblivious to the tension still crackling in the air. "Maybe if you’re lucky!" I forced a smile, but my hands trembled and unbuckled my seatbelt. Dalton’s touch still burned against my skin, his words echoing

—SAMANTHA— The car pulled up to Serenity Villa, and I could hear the party before I even stepped out. Music, laughter, glasses clinking. There were so many people outside. I saw the huge yard filled with people. Important people. The richest families in Skyline City stood everywhere, dressed in expensive clothes. I even spotted some foreign guests in the crowd. Some people were dancing to the music, some were drinking champagne and talking in small groups, and others just walked around, shaking hands and smiling, probably trying to make new friends or build business ties.Montclair servants moved through the crowd with trays of food and drinks. Classical music played in the background. The whole place felt alive with energy. My heart started to race. Just as we got out of the car, we heard a man’s voice. "Dalton! You're here!" A man pushed through the crowd toward us and was jogging towards the parking lot. Tall, with messy brown hair and a bright smile. “Hey, Logan,” Da

—SAMANTHA— I wish I could turn and leave, but my legs were glued to the spot. The murmurs continued. “How did she get it?” “She can’t afford that. Who is she, anyway?” Suddenly every eye in the hall was crawling over my skin, zeroing in on the rubies at my throat. The attention wasn't flattering, it was invasive, cold, and harsh. My heart pounded hard against my ribs as their stares fixated on me like spotlights. My hand instinctively moved to touch the necklace, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to draw more attention. But it was already too late. The necklace shimmered under the light—silver strands laced around glittering rubies gems. Shirley said it was called Tears of the Ocean. Now I understood why people were reacting this way. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry, it was a statement. A symbol. It was very famous. And now they were all looking at me like I was something dirty trying to wear something royal. “She’s just trying to show off.” “She probably s

—SAMANTHA— Loud gasps filled the hall. I heard people whispering quickly, like they couldn’t hold it in.Jessica’s face turned white. Not pale—white. She looked like someone just slapped her hard across the face. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She turned to Granny, then at Dalton, and then at me. Her hands were shaking at her sides, and her eyes were full of fire.Granny still held my wrist tightly. Her nails pressed into my skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to make sure I stayed beside her. “Family is the greatest gift of all,” she said loudly.She wasn’t just saying that. She meant something more and everyone knew it.She wasn’t looking at me when she said it, she was staring straight at Jessica. Grandma was insinuating that Jessica wasn’t just family, but I was too. The old woman cunningly tilted her head and gave Jessica a slow smile. “Don’t you agree, Jessica dear?”Jessica's body twitched. I could see her fighting inside herself. Her face went through a series of