All Chapters of HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Mr. Daven,” Arsen’s voice broke the silence in the office. “You’re meeting with Mitranesia starts in ten minutes. I’ve prepared all the materials. Have you reviewed them yet?”Daven lifted his head, glanced at Arsen briefly, then shook his head. “Just handle it, Arsen.”Arsen frowned. “Sorry, what?” He caught himself, quickly realizing something wasn’t right. For the first time since working under Daven Callister—disciplined, relentless, detail-obsessed Daven—his boss looked completely... distracted. No, this wasn’t the first time. It had been happening more and more lately, and Arsen had no idea what to make of it.Daven Callister didn’t lose focus. He didn’t hand off meetings like this. He never looked so… lost.Still, Arsen didn’t have the guts to question him.“But sir, this meeting is important. You never—”

"How long are you going to keep turning him down?"The question came from Lydia, who sat across from her, sipping her espresso while pinning Althea with a sharp gaze. Althea let out a quiet sigh, setting her fork down beside her barely touched slice of red velvet cake."I'm not turning him down, Lydia. I just... need more time to think about it."They were seated on one of the plush sofas facing the play area, sipping warm tea and stealing occasional glances at the scene unfolding a few feet away.The café was comfortably busy but not too noisy. Golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floors. The interior was designed with families in mind—soft pastel tones, a cozy play corner lined with thick carpeting, and shelves filled with educational toys, puzzles, and picture books.There, in the middle of it all, was Joshua Grayson. His cheeks flushed, his hair slightly tousled, the seven-year-old laughed in delight as he stacked bu

“Is your schedule always this packed?” Vanessa’s tone was sharp; her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at Daven with clear disapproval. She’d voiced her frustration more times than she could count, but none of it ever seemed to make a dent in Daven’s obsessive work habits.Daven sighed, his eyes still scanning the document in his hands. Slowly, he took off his glasses and looked up at his wife. “I told you; this week is packed. My schedule’s full.”“That’s always your answer,” Vanessa muttered, her voice rising slightly. “You couldn’t even make it to the dinner with my fashion client last week. That was important to me, Daven!”“Vanessa,” he replied flatly, his tone devoid of apology, his gaze impassive.She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Tomorrow’s the catalog shoot. I want you there. You know how much I’ve been looking forward to it.”Daven didn’t look up this time. Instead, he flipped to the next page in his report. “I think I’ve got a meeting—”“You can reschedu

“I didn’t expect to see you at tonight’s banquet, Mr. Daven,” Sugimura greeted warmly. The moment his assistant confirmed Daven Callister’s arrival, a genuine smile spread across his face. It had been far too long since they’d had the chance to speak properly. Every official event they attended seemed to be swallowed by schedules and obligations.“I’m honored to be here again, Mr. Sugimura,” Daven replied with a slight bow of respect.“Oh, come on now. You’re still as stiff as ever,” Sugimura teased with a light chuckle as they walked side by side into the heart of the banquet hall.Their strides matched the graceful rhythm of traditional Japanese music echoing through the ballroom—gentle notes from a koto and shamisen blending into the warm, welcoming air. The venue itself was a tribute to elegance, adorned with red-and-white paper lanterns suspended from the ceiling, while artificial cherry blossoms stood quietly in the corners, casting a peaceful charm over the space.Guests mingle

Vanessa flung her crystal-studded clutch onto the couch without a second thought. She didn’t care if it cracked, if the stones scattered across the floor. Let them. She stormed toward the bar, grabbed a bottle of champagne, filled a glass halfway, and downed it in one angry gulp.“Damn it!” she spat, slamming the glass onto the counter.She started pacing across the luxurious living room of her apartment, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her expression was a storm of fury and disbelief, brows furrowed as her thoughts spiraled out of control.“Why did he go back to that house?” she muttered, clutching the back of a bar stool so tightly her knuckles turned white. “I’ve been holding back all week—trying not to argue, biting my tongue when his schedule gets in the way, rearranging mine just to match his!”Vanessa chewed on her thumbnail, agitated.“And then… I showed up to that damn banquet. Alone. Pretending I’m the picture-perfect wife just to keep up appearances. And fo