All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 92 – BETWEEN A CHAUFFEUR AND A BODYGUARD MAYA’S POVThe day had already taken every ounce of my sanity and wrung it dry, but apparently life wasn’t done throwing me into new levels of chaos.When I stepped out of Marvin’s office, my brain still reeling from Damian’s nonstop lecture about contracts, parties, and the constant reminder that the empire wasn’t just sitting on my shoulders... it was digging its nails in. My muscles were fried, my eyeliner was definitely uneven, and all I wanted in life was a nap big enough to erase adulthood.I immediately spotted Theophilus waiting at the end of the hall. Crisp as ever. Navy suit, polished shoes, posture so straight you could’ve used him as a ruler. The man practically breathed order.The relief hit me hard, like a tidal wave I hadn’t seen coming. My shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, and for the first time since the morning chaos, my racing heart slowed just enough for me to notice I was holding my breath.“Good evening Miss

CHAPTER 94 – DIAMONDS DON’T LIE, BUT BITCHES DO MAYA’S POV The laughter, the violins, the chatter—it all blurred when I saw her. Brandy. Standing there like she belonged to this glittering circus. Hair glossy, dress painted onto her body, diamonds swinging at her ears like they were born there. Her smile widened when our eyes met, the kind of smile that made strangers think she was being nice. I knew better. For a split second, I thought my brain short-circuited. I actually blinked twice, convinced I was imagining things. But no. The universe really hated me that much. She was there, real and breathing, walking toward me with that smile that had always been too sweet to be innocent. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” I murmured, excusing myself. Mr. Laurent and Mr. Khan gave polite nods, Damian’s eyes narrowing as if to say don’t mess this up. I didn’t care. Not right now. Because Brandy was already closing in. “It’s been so long, girl,” she purred, her gaze dragging over me slowly, li

CHAPTER 96— SALTED CARAMEL AND SIN LARRY’S POVThe knot wouldn’t sit right. No matter how many times I pulled, straightened, yanked, or muttered curses under my breath, the damn tie looked like it was mocking me in the mirror. A man who closes multi–million dollar deals for a living, reduced to fighting with a strip of silk.“Seriously?” I muttered, jerking the fabric again, only to make it worse. My reflection didn’t blink ... cold eyes, stiff shoulders, a jaw tight enough to crack. I looked like a man about to walk into battle instead of a ballroom. And maybe that was the truth.“Move,” she said behind me.Before I could turn, her slender fingers slipped past my fumbling ones. She smelled like jasmine and something warmer, steadier, the kind of scent that didn’t demand attention but somehow claimed the whole room anyway. She stood close, too close, her chest brushing mine as she tilted her head, focused on my tie like it was the only problem worth fixing tonight.“Larry Jonathan,”

CHAPTER 98– IN HIS ARMSMAYA'S POVThe world tilted.I swear, one second I was reaching for the door, and the next... everything was collapsing. A crack like thunder ripped the ballroom, and the marble pillar that was supposed to stand forever decided it was done with life. It leaned, groaned, and fell... straight for me.I didn’t even scream. My body froze, brain lagged. All I saw was white light, and then... impact.Not from the pillar.From him.I was lifted right off the ground, slammed into arms I had no business being in.Arms slammed around me, yanking me back, hard. My heels scraped against the marble, clutch flying from my hand, but I was already airborne, pressed into a wall of muscle and heat. Strong. Muscled. Hot as hell through layers of fabric.I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest brushing against him, my heartbeat pounding so hard it felt like it was climbing out of my ribcage just to scream: WHO DARES HOLD ME LIKE THIS?!But the second I tilted my chin up... oh God.Xv

CHAPTER 100 – HEARTBEAT I DIDN'T ASK FOR MAYA’S POV“I didn’t know you were pregnant."Damian’s words sliced through the silence like a switchblade. No hesitation. No soft landing. Just a clean stab right where it hurt most.Pregnant. Yeah. There it was. The one word I didn’t want to hear out loud. The damn word rolled around my skull, loud and ugly. And I swear if my life had a laugh track, it would’ve gone off right then. Because... seriously? Pregnant.I wanted to laugh. Actually laugh. Because fuck me, with all this drama I’ve been juggling... gunshots, betrayals, hospital runs, and Xves breathing down my neck twenty-four-seven... can you believe I forgot I was pregnant?Not that I forgot, exactly. More like I tucked it away in a box and threw it in the darkest corner of my brain. Yeah. I just… wanted to pretend it wasn’t real. Because who in their right mind wants to remember they’re carrying that bastard’s child?“Is it his?” Damian asked. Crossing his arms, like he already kn