All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121 – PROTECTING MAYA PERKINSMAYA’S POVI swear the world slowed down in that moment. Aleksander’s lips on mine weren’t just a kiss—they were a declaration, a thunderclap, a headline screaming louder than any mic or camera ever could. People were gasping, phones flying up like weapons. Some were screaming. Some were just frozen, trying to process the audacity of it all. And me? I felt like I’d been struck by lightning wrapped in velvet and leather.My heels dug into the marble as if I could anchor myself against the tide of cameras. The kiss lingered—long enough that I knew the internet was going to explode, long enough that every nerve ending in my body was firing like fireworks, long enough that my own brain started short-circuiting.Finally, he pulled back just enough for me to gasp, and I swear, even my carefully curated composure cracked for a second. My hair was falling over my face, my blazer had shifted in all the wrong ways, my heart was thundering like a war drum.

Chapter 123 – Signing the EndThe courtroom had barely settled from the morning’s chaos when the clerk finally called our names. My legs stiffened. My hands pressed into my thighs under the table, trying to steady the tremor that had nothing to do with the polished marble beneath my heels.I wanted to scream at him, throw my bag, storm into the judge’s chamber and yell every accusation I’d rehearsed in my head. But the second he locked eyes with mine, all that fire simmered into a tense, brittle silence.“Good morning,” he said, voice low, casual, as if we were strangers meeting at a café.I tilted my head, forcing my glare into place. “Morning,” I said, sharp. No warmth. Nothing. Just the knife-edge politeness of someone who refuses to be caught off guard.We didn’t talk again until the clerk called our names. “Ms. Perkins. Mr. Jonathan,” the clerk said, voice clipped and professional. “Please proceed to the front.”Larry fell into step beside me. I bit my lip. Don’t say anything. D

CHAPTER 125 – THE ACCUSATION MAYA’S POVThe sound of his footsteps hit before his voice did. Fast…Heavy and it seemed angry.He came running across the street, his face pale, his eyes wild, his focus locked on the ridiculous scene in front of him — Brandy on the floor, clutching her stomach, sobbing like a bad actress who suddenly remembered she had an audience.“What the hell did you do?!” Larry barked, voice slicing through the air. “Are you insane, Maya? Do you want to kill her and the unborn child?”Unborn child.My stomach clenched. I froze.“She tripped!” I blurted, voice shaking, but he didn’t let me finish.“Don’t you dare—” he cut in, pointing at me like I was something filthy he wanted gone. “Don’t you dare stand there and play innocent. Because you couldn’t bear children doesn’t mean you—”He stopped mid-sentence, jaw tightening. His words hung sharp and unfinished in the air, but the damage was done.My heart dropped first before my fists trembled.You couldn’t bear child

CHAPTER 127 – THE MAN WITH THE BROWN EYESMAYA’S POVJust like my gut warned me, Aleksander bailed.Said something about a business meeting he had to attend “asap.”Yeah, right. Business meeting. Sure.I stood outside the police station gate, the wind tugging at my coat as I stared down at my phone. His last text still glowed on the screen — short, neat, and too polite for what had gone down a few hours ago.Can’t make it. Something urgent came up. Go without me.My thumb hovered over the message, tempted to delete it altogether. “Great,” I muttered, slipping the phone into my pocket. Maybe I should’ve just gone home. Pretend I never got that police call. Pretend I hadn’t spent the morning defending myself in front of half the neighborhood.But the universe must’ve taken pity on me, because when I looked up, I spotted someone familiar leaning casually against a white SUV near the entrance — Damian.He looked exactly like he always did — composed, confident, like nothing ever ruffled h

CHAPTER 129 – “SUSPICION”MAYA’S POVBoth men paused for a fraction of a second. I couldn’t tell if it was surprise, recognition, or a mix of both.“Brandy Owens?” Liam repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. “The same Brandy Owens involved in the incident today?”“Yes,” I said quickly. “She was the only person I saw that night. We talked briefly.” My voice cracked slightly at the edges, but I pushed on. “She can confirm I was at my brother’s house.”Liam leaned back, arms folding over his chest, and for the first time since I walked in, he didn’t immediately look like he was plotting against me. Almost as if he was reconsidering his assumptions. Almost.The Chief cleared his throat, a soft, deliberate sound meant to cut tension but not stir it further. “That’s all for now. Thank you for your time.”But of course, Officer Liam DeVaughn couldn’t leave it at that.“What do you mean, that’s all?” His voice sliced through the silence, sharp and accusing. “She could’ve easily instructed someone