All Chapters of After divorce, He regretted: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aaron thought Ruth’s softened attitude meant she’d accepted his apology, that must be why she let him go in to see Emily first. Emily looked much better than earlier—still pale, but stable. Her face, however, remained expressionless.Aaron stepped toward her bedside, wanting to talk.He swallowed hard, fists tightening.“Emi, there’s so much I need to say to you. First... I know I was wrong. I let the past cloud my judgment, let old memories mess with my head, and I ended up hurting you—deeply, and repeatedly. I see that now. Please, just give me a chance to make it right.”Emily took a slow breath, carefully keeping her expression unreadable. She didn’t say yes, didn’t say no.That tiny glimmer of response gave Aaron hope.“I’ve figured out my feelings. From the beginning to now—it’s always been you. I’ve never cared for anyone like I care for you. If you’ll just give me one more chance, I’ll give you everything.”“Everything?” Emily’s voice was calm, cold.Aaron’s eyes lit up. “Of

In the CEO’s office, an empty coffee cup sat on the desk beside a half-drunk energy drink. From a distance, Aaron looked composed, seated upright like always. But up close, the red veins in his eyes and the dark shadows underneath gave away the truth, who knew how many nights he hadn’t slept properly.Mera was one of the few people who still approached him like everything was normal. She handed over a thick document. “Here’s the proposal for next season. Need your sign-off.”The words next season hit Aaron like a slap. Emily had been gone for over two months. Two damn months. She’d fooled him into signing those divorce papers and vanished right after.He’d turned the city upside down trying to find her, but she hadn’t left a single trace. Not a photo, not a note, not a single scent of her left behind. Just gone. Like she never existed. So much for giving him a chance to make things right.The document in front of him suddenly felt like a brick. He pushed it away. “Whatever. You decid

Married life with Emily turned out better than I expected. My grandfather and mom both liked her, and she was willing to go along with everything I planned. I don’t know when it started exactly, but every time she listened to me—every time she followed my lead—I felt this deep, satisfying sense of control.Whether it was her quitting her job to be a full-time housewife, or how she tried so hard to get pregnant because she knew I wanted a big family... it all felt like everything in my world was perfectly in place. Coming home was peaceful. Safe. She felt completely mine.And truth is, I did my best to meet her needs too. The things she asked for were simple—more time together, dinner with friends, just stuff like that.One night, after having dinner with her friend Georgia and Georgia’s husband, Emily was wiped out and fell asleep right away when we got home. A text came through on her phone. I was just gonna put it on silent—but I saw it was from Georgia, and something just told me t

I went with Emily to visit her grandmother, Ruth. But I couldn’t understand why, out of nowhere, she suggested letting Ruth be discharged early. Ruth was in the best private suite in the hospital, with two full-time caregivers rotating around the clock. Emily had never objected before. So why now?After we left the hospital, Emily stayed quiet, visibly upset. When I said Ruth should stay hospitalized a little longer for safety, she sighed and snapped, “I don’t wanna fight with you. You’d win anyway. You’ve got power, money… in the end, you always get to decide.”I was doing what I thought was best for them. Was that wrong? Why did she have to say it like I was some kind of tyrant?Then she looked me straight in the eye. “Aaron, do you think just because I haven’t worked these past three years, I’ve gone stupid? Or is it that you really think I’m that naive—easy to lie to?”I didn’t know how to respond. Honestly, her mood swings lately had been erratic—unpredictable. It made me wonder

But she said she didn’t need my consent anymore—I’d already signed it.I froze. What do you mean I already signed it?! I snatched the papers and flipped to the last page. There it was. My signature. Clear as day in the bottom right corner.How…?That thing she got me to sign last night—that was the Statement of Intent to Divorce?She had this planned all along. I actually fell for it. Was I a goddamn joke to her last night? Did she hate me so much that she could give herself to me like that—pretend everything was fine, just so she could slide the blade in quietly and walk away for good?She even said she didn’t want a cent, just that old apartment I bought her years ago. I couldn’t even process the rest of what she said, my eyes were glued to that damn paper.She said being my wife for three years meant something to her, that she’d put real love into this.And what about me? Like hell I didn’t! Every part of me in those three years was real.I stared at her—so calm, so empty. How the