All Chapters of No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sade’s POV Sade felt the cold splash of orange juice against her black silk shirt, the liquid rolling off the smooth fabric. She glanced down, unimpressed. The stain wouldn't even show, but that wasn't the point. Deseray, the phony bologna (pronounced phony bol-on-ney ass bitch), stood there with a self satisfied smirk, not even bothering to apologize.Sade raised an eyebrow. "You do realize I'm wearing all black, right? Guess that little stunt didn't go as planned. Try harder next time."Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked off to the bathroom. Inside, I dampened a paper towel and dabbed at my shirt before tossing it in the trash. Just as I stepped out of the stall, Deseray was there, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with malice."I know you have something going on with Mr. Rossi," Deseray hissed. "But he is mine."Sade chuckled, shaking her head. "Is he really yours?""Yes," Deseray snapped. "I put a claim on him."Sade let out a full-bodied laugh. "A claim? What is he

Sade’s POVThe door slammed behind Marco, leaving behind a silence so thick it felt suffocating. My heart pounded as I exhaled, shaking my head. The weight of his stare, the tension in his voice, he knew my heart was no longer his. He might not know who, but he knew I’d been with someone else today.I needed to talk to someone now.Grabbing my phone, I scrolled through my contacts and called the one person who could bring me back to myself, Madison."Hey, Cow," I said, using her old nickname to soften the mood. "Get dressed. You and the kids, because we’re going to Enchanted Castle."Madison didn’t hesitate. "Okay, but I’m not taking the baby. Eight kids with just the two of us is a lot.""Call Mom," I suggested. "See if she wants to come."A moment later, Madison texted back: Mom’s already dressed and ready to go. I laughed. Retirees stayed ready to roll at a moment’s notice.I took a quick shower, hoping the steam would wash away my guilt or at least the remnants of the past four da

Marco’s POVJake’s Tavern was packed, as always on a Friday night. The air smelled like beer, fried food, and desperation. Raquel, or whatever her name was, had clung to my arm as we walked inside, her eyes darting around like she was expecting something more."So, is this it?" she asked, her voice was very high-pitched with excitement. "Are we just grabbing food here, or are you taking me somewhere else?"I furrowed my brows, already annoyed. "This is the date. I’m taking you out to eat. What more do you want?"Her face shifted slightly, like she expected some grand gesture. "Oh… okay," she said, but there was something in her tone, something unsatisfied.We followed the hostess to a table near the bar. As I slid into the seat, I noticed her eyes drift toward a tall man walking in. The way her expression changed, well, does she know him? He does look like someone I have met before, but I can’t really see his face clearly.So I turned my head slightly, catching a better glimpse of the

Sade’s POV Fridays were always a whirlwind in my house. The rush of getting four kids ready, double-checking backpacks, and making sure they had everything they needed before heading to their dad’s for the week was enough to drain me before the day even truly began. The kitchen buzzed with activity as I set the last of their bags in the mudroom on the floor."Alright, twins, bowls in the sink and grab your toys for Grandma’s house!" I called over my shoulder as I moved to help Marco Jr. and Kamari with their backpacks.Kamari rolled her eyes but still did as I asked. "Mom, you act like we forget every week.""You do," I deadpanned, making her and Marco Jr. laugh before we all piled into the car and rushed out the door.By the time I made it to work, I had just enough time to grab a coffee before the regulatory, 9 a.m. meeting with Adamo. As I settled into my seat, jotting down notes as Mr. Rossi went over project updates, and I barely noticed when the conversation shifted."Ms. Marti

Third Person POVSitting at the table inside Gibson’s, Sadé poked at the food on her plate, barely eating. Her stomach was still twisted in knots from the run-in with Marco, and no matter how hard she tried to shake it, the embarrassment clung to her like a second skin.Adamo, noticing her silence, reached across the table and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “Hey,” he said softly, “don’t worry about him.”She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “I just hate that it even happened. It’s like, I’m trying to move on, and then he just pops up and ruins everything.”Adamo shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “Nah, he didn’t ruin anything. He just embarrassed himself. Hopefully, he sees now that he messed up. He lost a beautifully smart, strong, lovely, intelligent woman. The best mother. The best worker. His best ever wife. And all over something stupid.”Sadé scoffed, finally picking up a bite of her mashed potatoes. “Yeah, well, too late for all that.”A