The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Zara's POVSex wasn’t the same anymore. Nothing has been the same since –My thoughts were interrupted when my phone dinged.I rushed to check it, hoping it was a message from him, maybe to wish me a happy birthday, but it was from an anonymous number. Confusion had taken over my expression as I clicked the videotape he or she had sent to me.At first glance, I did not know how to react. It looked like my husband was dancing and romancing another woman in a setting that seemed to be a club. But Zane would never do such a thing. He would never hurt me that way.Taking a better look, my heart sank in an instant as I realized it was my husband for real!A blonde-haired lady was rubbing her body on his while his hand caressed her body, then she turned around and KISSED HIM!My phone fell from my hand, everything went silent. All I could hear was the slow beating of my heart.My chest tightened. I struggled to breathe as I stared at the video, the terrible act went on without an end, their

It had barely been three hours since I moved from the freezing floor where my strength gave out. My limbs and my once vibrant spirit now hung by a thread. I managed to find a hidden spot in the neighbourhood where I would usually come to feed the stray cats. Sadly, tonight, I was the stray. With my arms wrapped tightly around my body, I cuddled myself, praying no one would notice me and make me the talk of the town. I hadn’t eaten in two days. My head ached from exhaustion, my throat was dry from dehydration, and my skin was pale from cold and fatigue. Amidst my thoughts, I slipped into a restless, dreamless sleep.But the moment of escape was short-lived.The sound of footsteps jolted me awake, snapping through the silence like a whip. Before I could make out the faces that hurried towards me, I was hit across the face, the blinding pain shooting through me. Stars burst across my vision, and I could feel my body lifted from where I lay, rough hands gripping my wrists like shackles.

Zara's POVA soft beeping. Cold sheets. The scent of antiseptic. I stirred my eyes slowly, fluttering open to fluorescent lights that stung.“Hello, ma’am, can you hear me?” A voice echoed in my head, muffled, like it was trying to reach me through water. A nurse’s blurred figure came into view- dressed in pale blue scrubs, hair pulled back, clipboard in hand, eyes kind but cautious.“Yes… I can”, I groaned in pain, my throat dry, each word escaping slowly.The nurse smiled faintly, but it didn’t last long. She flipped through the chart in her hand, lips pressed into a nervous line.“You were rushed here, ma’am, by a man. Thank God he came on time. It could have led to a more serious case, ma’am.” She scanned through a file she held in her hands.“Why didn’t you treat yourself after the miscarriage, ma’am? Can I meet your husband? Where is he?”. The nurse asked, searching my face for answers I didn’t have.“Wait—Mis what–?” I rose gently from the bed as I tried to understand what the

Zara’s POV“Please come with me, ma’am,” a hotel staffer said, his voice calm but professional as he gestured towards a private. The soft carpet rubbed my heels as I followed him down the hallway. The crystal chandeliers above us glittered like constellations, reminding me of just how high the stakes were tonight.As I approached the room, my breath hitched slightly, not from nerves but sheer disbelief. Standing there, where I didn’t expect him to be, was Zane.For a moment, I froze. The man I once gave my heart to–the man who shattered it like it didn’t matter- was here. Not that I still felt something for him. I did not. The sight of him didn’t hurt. It didn’t weaken my knees or twist my stomach like it used to. Instead, it steadied me and grounded my resolve. He was nothing more than a symbol of hate, betrayal, and greed- a ghost of the woman I used to be.I had healed, or so I’d like to tell myself.Just then, Mia rushed in, slightly breathless from walking quickly in heels, “Mis

Zane's POV The lights of my study flickered around me as I stood frozen in place. It felt as though the stone-cold wall pressed against my back, but nothing made me shiver more than Zara's words. A child. Those two syllables hovered in my head like the aftershock of a bomb all through the ride from the hotel to my mansion. My heart beat faster as I tried to breathe and make sense of Zara's words. She was... pregnant? And I never knew? The image of her angry face, the fury in her eyes, and the grief in her voice-it was all too real. Too raw to be a sham. She couldn't have been lying about it. The truth hit deep into me like poison. I didn't know what hit me harder. The unveiling of her identity? The news of a child? The man who was all over her? Or her final words to me as she walked away. The scene where I pushed her out of my house onto the pavement three years