Semua Bab Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Bab 81 - Bab 90

—DALTON— I watched her walk away. The world around me even the annoying flashes of cameras, none of it reached me. My eyes followed only her. Samantha. The way her hips swayed in that damn black dress, the way her hair—longer now, sleeker—brushed against her bare shoulders. She moved with that quiet confidence like she owned the world, like she hadn’t just disappeared for five years with my child and that set something intense inside my chest.She didn’t even look back. Not once.My fist curled by my side. I could feel the tension building in my jaw, the quiet fury that boiled in my veins. I didn’t even realize I was grinding my teeth until I tasted blood.The crowd could see it. The storm in my eyes. They moved out of my way like I was something wild and unpredictable. No one dared speak to me. Not even the auctioneer who had practically wet himself earlier when I bidded three billion like it was spare change.I didn’t do it for applause. Or ego.I did it because I was claiming wha

—SAMANTHA—The school courtyard was buzzing with parents and children, laughter and chatter filling the air. But the moment my eyes landed on him, everything else faded into background noise. Dalton. Standing tall and imposing near the entrance, his sharp features even more striking under the morning sun. He looked every inch the powerful CEO—expensive suit, cold demeanor, the air around him practically vibrating with authority. And beside him, Jessica.Her hand rested possessively on his arm, her smile sickly sweet as she leaned into him like they were the perfect couple. My stomach twisted. Women around them whispered, their eyes lingering on Dalton with open admiration. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away… only for my eyes to land on the little girl beside them. Again. My heart skipped before I realize it. A little girl, maybe a year or two older than Amore, standing close to Jessica. My heart lurched.

—SAMANTHA POV—The dean gave us a wide, nervous smile and nodded quickly. “Yes, yes. Everything’s in order,” he said, wiping his forehead for the fifth time since we entered. “She’s officially accepted.”I blinked. Just like that?“When can she start?” I asked, still unsure.“Tomorrow!” the dean chirped a little too eagerly. “She can start tomorrow. Everything will be ready.”I gave him a small smile, but my eyes didn’t leave his face. Something was off. He looked like he’d just run a marathon or was about to.Amore leaned closer to me and whispered, “Mommy, lets go.”I patted her head gently, chuckling under my breath. “Alright sweetheart.”Amore giggled quietly, covering her mouth.Still, I couldn’t shake the weird feeling. The way he had suddenly changed his tune—from refusing Amore to practically groveling was suspicious. Something had happened while I was gone. But I wasn’t going to question it too much. Not now. Not when I was already tired.“Thank you,” I said simply and stoo

—Samantha—By the time we got home, the sky had already turned a dark shade of navy blue. The wind outside had quieted, but my thoughts hadn’t. They were louder than ever.Ryan was still on his phone, fingers dancing across the screen, his brows furrowed in concentration. I didn’t disturb him. He always got like this when he was searching for something important.I kicked off my shoes, rubbed the back of my neck, and quietly made my way upstairs to check on Amore. My heart twisted a little at the memory of her hopeful eyes earlier this morning. She’d been so excited about school... and especially those cookies.Sighing, I gently pushed open her bedroom door. The lights were dim, the curtains drawn, and the soft glow of her night lamp painted golden shadows on the walls.There she was—my whole world —tucked under her blanket, hugging her favorite stuffed bear, her lashes resting gently against her round cheeks.Stella, her nanny, was seated by the edge of the bed, humming a melody.“We

—Samantha—Before I could engage with the girl beside me, Virgina shrill voice cut through the lobby.“Applicants for the executive assistant position, follow me!"We stood up, the tension rising immediately.The girl beside me smoothed her skirt and gave me a small smile. I returned it subtly, then followed the line of candidates.As we filed toward the elevators, I made sure to fall into step beside the quiet girl. Up close, I could see the intelligence in her sharp green eyes and her quiet desperation. “Being nervous wont help?” I asked casually. She startled, then nodded. “Is it that obvious?"I smiled. “Just a guess. I'm Samantha."“Mira,” she replied, then lowered her voice. “Between us? I'd kill for this job. Medical bills."Before I could respond, the elevator doors opened. Virginia led us into the excutive floor with the air of someone who thought far too highly of herself. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble. Ryan sat there, his posture relaxed but his express