Semua Bab Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Bab 71 - Bab 80

—SAMANTHA— The morning sun poured through the thin white curtains like warm honey. It touched my face first, and I stirred slowly. My eyes fluttered open, feeling heavy. My whole body ached, especially between my thighs. There was a dull, throbbing soreness that made it hard to move.I groaned and tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. I felt tired in a way I never had before.What happened?My brows furrowed, trying to remember, and then suddenly everything rushed back.The party.Jessica.The corridor.The room.Dalton! Oh my God. I gasped, my heart jumping in panic as I looked down and realized… I was naked! My dress was nowhere in sight. A blanket covered me, but underneath… I was completely, utterly bare.Slowly I turned to my side.And that’s when I saw him. Dalton.Lying right beside me. The covers were low on his waist, showing off his bare chest, tanned and toned. His strong arm was stretched across the bed. His dark hair was messy, his face relaxed. Even in

—SAMANTHA— Five years.Five long years.That’s how long it had been since I ran away from Skyline City—ran away from everything and everyone I once knew.I wasn’t the same woman anymore.The poor girl who was humiliated by Zeke Frost and his family? She no longer existed. Or maybe the weak woman who let the Montclairs step over her? News flash; Dead and gone! Now, I was Alice McQueen.The name alone made people freeze. CEOs bowed. Investors begged. Enemies watched in fear.No one—not Zeke, either Dalton, or their families—knew the truth. No one knew that behind the name Alice McQueen was the same country bumkin they once laughed at.I had built an empire from ashes.My company, Star Galaxy, was worth billions. I owned luxury hotels, fashion brands, tech companies, and even a private airline. I had everything they once told me I’d never have. Everything they tried to take from me.But I wasn’t done.Not yet… I swirled the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice clinking softly. The li

—SAMANTHA— “How are you doing, Aunt?” I spoke softly, holding the phone close to my ear.I stood by the large window in the airport, my hand gently stroking Amore’s curly hair as she rested against me. My bags were beside me, all packed and ready.“I’m doing well, sweetheart,” Aunt Penelope’s warm voice came through the phone. “And how’s my little sunshine?”I smiled and looked down at Amore, who was half-asleep in my arms, her thumb in her mouth.“She’s right here with me,” I said gently. “She’s doing great.”“Good,” Aunt Penelope said with a light chuckle. “Give her a big kiss from me. And call me once you land, alright?”“I will. Thank you, Auntie.”“Have a safe flight, love. And don’t forget—stand tall. You are stronger than you think.”For a moment I didn't speak, a lump forming in my throat. “Thank you,” I finally whispered, swallowing hard before she hung up.The call ended, and I just stood there, phone still in hand. For a moment, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.A

—SAMANTHA—Night had arrived, wrapping the city in a silence. Inside the room, the only sound was the gentle strokes of a makeup brush on my skin.I sat before the vanity mirror in my black evening gown. The dress fit perfectly. Elegant but powerful, with a slit that traced the line of my leg. I felt no nerves. Only cold, steady calm."Almost done," Maryjane stood behind me, her brows furrowed in concentration as she finished applying the final touch of lip gloss to my lips.When she stepped back to admire her work, her eyes went wide."Sam..." She breathed. "You look absolutely stunning."I smiled, though it never touched my eyes. "Thank you, MJ."She set down the brush and grinned while I studied my reflection. The woman staring back was a stranger. All sharp cheekbones and dangerous red lips. My hair, once wild with curls, now sat sleek and pinned in an elegant updo. A few strands framed my face, but there was nothing soft about me anymore.This wasn't the Samantha who got pushed

—SAMANTHA—I found my seat near the front, away from Zeke, Ophelia, and Dalton. Maryjane slipped in beside me moments later, her eyes wide with everything she’d just witnessed.“Samantha…” she whispered, her face darkened with concern.“I’m fine,” I said softly, still staring straight ahead.But the truth was, I wasn’t fine.Dalton was here. Zeke was here. And now the whole city knew I was back.And I could feel it—this was just the beginning. Something was coming. Something I wasn’t ready for.And when I turned my head slightly, I saw Dalton in the far corner… watching me.I looked away.But his eyes didn’t.The auction had barely begun but the energy in the room was already intense. Silence falls as the loud voice of the auctioneer announced the first item up for bid. A rare painting, something from an old, forgotten artist now rediscovered and selling for thousands.“Ten thousand,” someone called.“Fifteen,” another added.“Twenty-five,” came from the back of the room, a man with g