All Chapters of His Regret: The Woman He couldn't Break: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra hesitated for a while; fear of the unknown clung to her heart. She didn't want to go on while she was awake but James kept encouraging her that she would do nothing to harm her. When James noticed her reluctance, he touched her weak point, and she giggled unknowingly. The duo continued and Lyra showed what she got. Tears were streaming down Hannah’s face as she watched her friend, banging her husband. She thought of what she would have done to Lyra to deserve this from her. She tried carrying herself, but she was too weak to do that; suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her pelvis. She moved her heavy hand and held onto her stomach, her stomach was hurting. She felt as if something was pulling her stomach away from her body. “James, please, my stomach… it is painful,” she muttered, her voice above a whisper. “Shit,” James cursed under his breath as he heard her voice; he was clearly disturbed by his sinful fantasy. Suddenly, the stench of blood filled the room. James

The doctor didn’t meet her eyes as he spoke, just kept scribbling on the clipboard like she was an afterthought.“I said,” Hannah repeated, her voice quieter now, but colder. “I just lost my baby. I’m in pain. And you’re saying I should go to a government hospital like I’m some stray animal?”“I’m only following instructions. Your ex-husband said there’s no point keeping you here on his tab.”Her fingers curled into the blanket beneath her. Anger, grief, and humiliation all swirled in her chest like a rising storm. Of course James would do this. He discarded her like she was the problem. After what he and Lyra did?She forced herself to sit up despite the ache in her bones. Every movement hurt. But not as much as staying here would.The doctor placed a small paper bag on the table beside her. “Painkillers. A referral to the general hospital. That’s all I can offer.”Hannah didn’t answer. She didn’t cry.She simply took the clothes and began to dress.Few minutes later.Hannah stepped

Hannah’s eyes followed the man as he walked out of the room; the sudden shift in his demeanour had shaken her. He had been cold, commanding, and completely in control.If she didn’t already know Matthew Delacruz from pictures, she might have believed it was truly him.But the way the doctor bowed his head like an obedient dog made her question her instincts.Still, she frowned.Why would a man be so obsessed with someone else’s life — enough to live under their identity?It didn’t add up. She was certain Matthew didn’t even live in Ohio. That fact alone solidified her belief: this man was an impostor.“Maybe he bribed the doctor to act submissive,” she thought, turning her face to the wall. “But why? What does he gain from pretending to be Matthew Delacruz? I’m not even important.”Hannah couldn’t understand it. Why would anyone go to such lengths — for her?She didn’t see herself as someone worth deceiving or impressing. Not enough to impersonate a man like Matthew Delacruz.The door

Lyrah Tried to rekindle the old flames between her and James that night, and they had intimacy. Since then, it had been consistent that James never wanted to see Hannah again, but because of the scandal that leaving her would cause, he managed to keep her and tortured her.End of Flashback.James drove recklessly into the compound, slammed the car door, and made his way toward the house. Just as he reached for the handle, he froze. He remembered how messy everything was the sight of blood still vivid in his mind. Spinning around, he barked toward the gate.“Jarus! Is the house cleaned?” His voice was sharp, the anger barely contained.“No, sir,” the gateman stammered. “I didn’t have money to call the cleaning service.”James’s eyes narrowed. “Are you stupid or just plain daft? You should’ve sent the bill to me!”“But, sir… Madam always handled the home expenses. You never responded to the ones I sent before — for the garden, even,” Jarus mumbled, but it wasn’t low enough to escape Ja

Hannah’s heart pounded against her ribs. Her knees threatened to give way she wanted to drop, to beg, to cry.But Matthew didn’t let her. He caught her before she fell and gently lowered her onto the nearest chair, placing her down like she might shatter.He let out a long, frustrated breath, his gaze fixed on the woman before him bold some hours ago, now crumbling in his presence.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have slapped you. Please… let me go. I have somewhere to stay. My parents' house is still there..”Matthew’s chest tightened. She’s still thinking about the slap?Her sudden submission, the terror in her eyes, the way her words tumbled out it annoyed and disarmed him.He didn’t know whether to comfort her or command her to be quiet. The guilt and disbelief tangled inside him like wires. He thought if she had seen him as Matthew Delacruz in the first place, she wouldn't have cowered like this.He clenched his fists at his sides.Shouting would only