All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111— PREPARE FOR HIM “Yes. That is exactly what you’re supposed to do. Not because I told you, not because the city will hate her, not because your reputation will recover—but because you, Larry Jonathan, deserve a life that isn’t defined by chaos and deceit.”I felt the words hit like a slap. Divorce her. Me. After everything. After the fights, the stolen moments, the mess I’d buried inside myself for years… she was telling me to cut it all off.“You’re telling me… you want me to…” My voice trailed off, heavy with disbelief.“Yes,” she said, voice cold but firm. “Larry. Cut the cord. Walk away. Stop dying a little each day for someone who would never do the same for you. Stop apologizing for a woman who thrives on breaking you down. Divorce Maya Jonathan. Today. Now. Before the world finishes what she started.”I swallowed hard. My mind screamed, my heart thumped like a drumline in war. I wanted to argue, to fight, to tell her I couldn’t, that I wouldn’t, that I… But the tru

CHAPTER 113 — THE DINNERMAYA'S POVI stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, fingers grazing the smooth black fabric hugging my curves. Black. Always black. Always sharp. Always me. And yet… my heart refused to cooperate. It wasn’t even Aleksander I was nervous about. Nope. Not him. Not really.It was Grace. And Xves. And that goddamn tightrope I was walking between pretending I had a boyfriend and trying not to fall apart in front of everyone.Why was I feeling like this? Like what exactly? I asked myself.Grace was just… Grace. My friend, nothing more. And Xves… my bodyguard. My irritating, infuriating, infuriatingly perceptive bodyguard. He should have been stationed outside like I ordered—guards on every potential point of danger, perimeter secured—but no. He was going to be there. Everywhere. Watching. Judging. Maybe silently plotting to tell me how reckless I was... just as that pesky "Mr know it all" Damian had ordered.Speaking of the devil… my phone buzzed.I hes

CHAPTER 115 — GOLDEN MORNING AFTER BRANDY’S POVThe internet’s been doing what it does best—running its mouth.Apparently, I “faked” my own accident.Cute. Real cute.Some wannabe detectives on Instagram are convinced I staged the whole thing for clout. Others, the extra dramatic ones, say I “slithered” my way into my late husband rich friend’s love life like some kind of scandalous serpent. Honestly, the creativity is impressive.But me? I stopped caring about what people say the moment I realized people will always say. They’ll pick a story, twist it until it bleeds, and sell it for likes.Let them talk.The only thing that mattered this morning was the sunlight filtering through the cream curtains, soft and golden, kissing my skin. The bed was warm, my bandaged arm didn’t ache as much, and for once—my heart felt steady.We left the hospital yesterday. Larry insisted on carrying my overnight bag himself, practically treating me like I was made of glass. Every time I tried to help,

CHAPTER 117 — THE POWER PLAY MAYA’S POV The sunlight hit my cheek before my alarm did.It was one of those quiet mornings that tried to pretend the world wasn’t on fire. I wasn’t fooled. The internet was still gnawing at my name, the press was circling like vultures, and somewhere out there, Larry was probably doing damage control in front of his phone camera.I took a slow breath, peeled myself out of bed, and stared at my reflection in the mirror.Perfect. Not because I felt it — but because they needed to see it.I bathed, wrapped my hair into a neat twist, and slipped into a cream blazer and silk blouse that screamed control. Nude heels. Gold watch. Simple pearl earrings. Every piece chosen not for fashion, but for power.The storm outside could rage all it wanted — I was going to walk into that boardroom like I built it with my bare hands.Theoplius was the one who was driving today or rather through out this week and the next maybe. Damian suggested Xves cool off with the... s

CHAPTER 119 – THE BROADCAST BREAKUPMAYA’S POVFor a full five seconds, I couldn’t move.Larry’s voice kept echoing from Damian’s phone — calm, deliberate, too familiar. The same tone that used to melt my anger, the same voice that once promised me forever.“She’s the woman I love.”The words looped in my head like a broken record until they stopped sounding like English at all. My brain refused to process it, but my body understood perfectly — the nausea, the ache in my chest, the sting behind my eyes.Damian lowered the phone slowly, like he was afraid it would explode. “Maya—”“Don’t.” My voice came out low and steady, too steady. “Just don’t.”The air in my office felt different — heavier, thicker. The scent of brewed coffee and cold perfume mixed with something else now. Betrayal, maybe. Humiliation.Aleksander stood by the far wall, arms folded, eyes fixed on the floor like he didn’t trust himself to look at me. His silence was loud. The kind that fills every corner of the room.