All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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ALMOST BURNED

CHAPTER 101 – Almost Burned MAYA’S POV"Can’t sleep?”I spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own damn feet. My chest lurched. And of course... because the universe is cruel... it was Xves standing there.Leaning against the doorframe like some shadow carved out of the night, arms folded, shoulders broad enough to block the whole damn world. The moonlight caught on the edge of his jaw, sharp and merciless. His eyes... those cold, dark eyes ... fixed on me with a weight that made my stomach flip.For a second, I just stared, caught off guard, as my fucking pulse kept hammering in my throat.Then the irritation surged back. Of course it was him. Of course he had to be the one standing there when I was finally cracking apart.“Jesus, do you stalk me for fun, or is it like, in your job description?” I shot back, rubbing my arms harder even though the chill wasn’t just from the air anymore.One eyebrow arched. “If I was stalking you, you wouldn’t catch me.”“Oh, wow,” I muttered, r

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

THE KISS THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN

CHAPTER 102 – THE KISS THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN MAYA'S POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up wasn’t sunlight. It was the damn heat still clinging to my skin. The ghost of someone’s hand on my cheek. The burn of someone’s breath brushing my ear.I bolted upright, gasping. My sheets tangled around me like chains, and my heart pounded way too fast for someone who’d just had a nap.“A dream,” I muttered, clutching my pillow. “It was just a dream.”Yeah. Right. A dream where my lips almost touched his. A dream where Xves—fucking Xves—looked at me like I wasn’t a ticking time bomb, like I was... breakable.I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned into the pillow. Nope. Not going there. Not today, Satan.Swinging my legs off the bed, I dragged myself into my morning routine. Shower. Check. Hair tied up in some half-assed bun. Check. Pretend like last night didn’t mess with my head? Double check.By the time I slipped into a clean shirt and jeans, I’d almost convinced myself it hadn’t happened. Jus

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

A DREAM THAT BETRAYS

CHAPTER 103– A DREAM THAT BETRAYSLARRY’S POVMaya’s laugh.That’s what hit me first. Not the sound of chaos, not the gossip, not the marble pillar collapsing, not the sight of her in someone else’s arms. No. My brain—my damn heart—picked her laugh out of all that rubble and locked it inside me like it belonged to me.And now… here it was again.Clear. Soft. Too close.I turned, and she was there. Sitting on the edge of my bed, hair tumbling like ink across my sheets, those dark eyes catching light in a way that mocked me. She wore my shirt—only my shirt—and it drowned her frame, sleeves hanging off her wrists like they didn’t belong, like nothing ever could contain her.“Maya…” Her name slipped out before I could stop it, hushed, reverent. Like prayer. Like sin.She tilted her head, smile small but sharp. “You always say my name like it’s supposed to fix everything.”I dragged myself up, heart pounding, every inch of me wired with disbelief. “You’re here.”Her brow arched. “Where els

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

VIRAL SCANDAL

CHAPTER 104 — VIRAL SCANDALLARRY'S POVLarry Jonathan: married, but apparently monogamy isn’t his thing—he’s knocked up Brandy. And Maya? Word on the street is she’s cozying up to her bodyguard. Oh, you think they’re divorced? Where are the fucking papers? Some marriages are made for love… others for drama.My fingers froze over the phone screen, as the post stared back at me like a mocking glass of champagne, bubbly and sharp, threatening to cut my tongue off if I tried to speak.I blinked. Blinked again. Then scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled.Comments had exploded like wildfire:“Wait… is this for real?”“Maya, girl… you better check your man.”“Larry Jonathan? A father-to-be with Brandy while married? This is literally soap opera material.”“Someone hand me popcorn. I need receipts.”Receipts. God, receipts. The words hit harder than any of my boardroom losses, colder than the night I first realized Maya hated me with the fire of a thousand suns.I leaned back, chest tight, tr

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

THE PRICE OF LOVE

CHAPTER 105 – THE PRICE OF LOVELARRY’S POVBlood.It wasn’t supposed to be there—spilling out of her like a cruel punchline at the end of a bad joke.One second Brandy was on the stairs, smirking at me like she always did when she thought she had the upper hand. The next, she was sprawled at the bottom, limbs bent wrong, her white silk nightgown turning scarlet in the middle.And me? I froze. For three long seconds I wasn’t Larry Jonathan anymore. I was just a boy staring at the wreckage of something he couldn’t fix.Then the world snapped back.“Brandy!” I dropped to my knees, hands slick as I pressed them against her stomach. Too much blood. Way too much. “Stay with me, goddammit. Don’t you close your eyes.”Her lips parted, trembling. “Larry…” A soft whisper, weak and thin, like a candle about to go out.No. No, no, no. Not like this. Not on my watch. Not when the whole fucking city already wanted me crucified.I pressed harder, my palms sliding. “Don’t talk. Just breathe. Breathe

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

ESCAPE ROUTE

CHAPTER 106 – ESCAPE ROUTEMAYA’S POVI sat on the edge of my bed, knees pulled up, staring at the floor like it held the answers I needed. My mind was a mess, replaying everything from yesterday—Xves, the firebomb, the almost-kiss… and that damn storm of emotions he stirred in me. I rubbed my temples, willing my thoughts to settle, but they refused.Outside my window, the faint crunch of boots on the porch reminded me he was there—just outside, probably watching. Of course he was. Xves always was. That thought should have made me panic, made my chest tighten, but strangely… it made me restless. The more I thought about him, the more I felt trapped in my own head.I needed an escape. Not out of danger—though that was part of it—but out of myself. Out of this spiraling mess of thoughts that threatened to choke me. I need clothes. The boutique. People who didn’t know me as someone constantly teetering between panic and chaos. Somewhere normal. Somewhere I could pretend, if only for a fe

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

THE WRONG PERSON

CHAPTER 107— THE WRONG PERSON MAYA'S POV I froze, my chest tightening like I’d swallowed a brick. The warmth at my waist wasn’t welcome—it was invasive, suffocating—and yet it carried a strange certainty that made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time. I didn’t even need to turn around to know his presence filled the boutique.“Excuse me,” I said, voice sharp, slicing through the hum of soft music and the faint hiss of the espresso machine. “Hands off me.”The grip didn’t loosen. Not immediately. The man’s hand stayed firmly at my waist, his body leaning close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. I tensed, a mix of fear and outrage flaring like gasoline.“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I said again, more forceful this time, spinning on my heel to face him.And then I saw him. A man I didn’t know—but one whose presence seemed too composed to be ordinary. Sharp jawline, eyes dark and unreadable, tailored suit that screamed money and power without words. His brows

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

PLAN IN MOTION

CHAPTER 108 — PLAN IN MOTIONMAYA'S POV“I have a solution,” Damian said, his voice low, urgent.I blinked at my phone. A solution? After everything? My mind immediately flashed to worst-case scenarios: more exposure, some twisted plan backfiring, me becoming the joke of the state. “Solution? What solution?” I snapped, the edge in my voice sharper than I intended.“Listen to me,” he said, and the urgency made my pulse skip. “This thing—it won’t blow over on its own. People don’t forget scandals. Not online. Not in a state like ours. But you can control the narrative.”I tilted my head, skepticism written all over my features. “Control the narrative? How exactly am I supposed to do that?”He hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking again, slower this time, like he was weighing each word. “You fake a relationship. Publicly.”I froze. Literally froze. “What?” My mouth went dry, my eyes wide as I felt my entire chest tighten. “Fake… a relationship? Are you insane?”“No,” Damia

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

WALKING INTO FIRE

CHAPTER 109— WALKING INTO FIRE MAYA'S POV "Fine. I’ll do it.But I swear… if this goes wrong—”“You won’t fail,” Damian interrupted quickly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Just follow the instructions. Keep it public. Keep it believable. The world will forget. And the story ends.”I tapped my phone screen, calling him back immediately. “Okay. I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Tell me exactly what I need to do.”Damian’s reply was precise, efficient, and chillingly calm. “First… we stage the initial meeting. You’ll be seen together at the state charity gala. Cameras, photos, social media. Make it convincing. You’re a couple. Public appearances only. No personal interactions beyond what’s necessary. Keep it professional, glamorous, and controlled.”I swallowed hard. “And… after that?”“Then the story begins to shift,” he said, almost smug. “Photos of you laughing with him. Smiles. Headlines of the new ‘power couple.’ The public eats it up. Within a week, you

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

CONFRONTATION AT THE ESTATE

CHAPTER 110 — CONFRONTATION AT THE ESTATELARRY’S POVThe office smelled of power. Expensive, cold, commanding power. Leather chairs, polished wood, floor-to-ceiling windows that glared at me with the city below like a jury of millions. I wasn’t afraid. Afraid of her? Please. I respected her—well, feared her, sure—but I wasn’t quaking in my shoes. Not yet.Miss Davenport sat behind the massive mahogany desk, legs crossed, hands folded over a stack of perfectly aligned papers. She didn’t even glance at me as I entered. She didn’t need to. Her presence filled the room like a storm.“Mr. Jonathan,” she said finally, eyes lifting just enough to scan me. Sharp. Cold. Smarter than anyone I’d ever had to deal with. “Do you have any idea what a spectacle you’ve made of yourself?”“I… I—” I started, but the words died in my throat. There was no talking over her. Not now, not ever.Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me. Spare me the excuses. I’ve seen enough headlines in my lifetime to know when a

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

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