All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

CHAPTER 172 – THE AFTERMATHMAYA POVThe sound of sirens faded into the night as the last of the guests were ushered out. Red and blue lights pulsed across the marble steps like the heartbeat of a city that never slept — chaotic, cold, and merciless.I sat there, clutching the half-empty water bottle, staring at nothing. My reflection wavered in the glass doors ahead — mascara smudged, lipstick gone, hair tangled with bits of dust and glitter. I looked like a ghost who had crashed a ball she didn’t belong at.Liam was pacing again, his hands running through his hair every few seconds, muttering things I couldn’t make out. Every once in a while, he’d stop and glance at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t trust himself to.Xves hadn’t moved from where he stood — a few feet away, near the columns, shadows carving sharp lines across his face. His shirt was torn near the shoulder, streaked with a faint smear of blood. He looked dangerous like that — calm and unreadable, but coile

CHAPTER 174 – THE OTHER MEMAYA POVDarkness swallowed everything.Not the kind of darkness you get when a light switch clicks off.A suffocating kind. Thick. Heavy. Like someone draped a black sheet over my eyes and pressed it tight.“Liam?” I whispered.No answer.My breath stuttered. “Aleksander?”Silence.Xves?Nothing.My chest tightened. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t know if the floor was still beneath me or if the world had shifted into some nightmare dimension Xves kept warning me about.A soft heel clicked against marble.One step.Then another.Not rushing.Not hiding.Just walking straight toward me.My heart hammered against my ribs. I blinked, hoping my eyes would adjust. A faint glow flickered from the emergency lights down the corridor, and shapes slowly sharpened.Liam stood frozen to my left, jaw clenched, staring forward like his brain was lagging behind reality.Aleksander stood near the entrance, body angled toward us, but he wasn’t moving either.Xves wasn’t beside

CHAPTER 176 — BROKEN MIRRORSMAYA POVLiam was the first to move when the door opened.He stepped in front of me with one fast motion, shoulders squared, every muscle wired to strike. Xves reached for my arm at the same time, pulling me slightly behind him. Aleksander raised his gun to eye level, steady, calm, ready.But none of them were prepared for who walked in.My double.She crossed the threshold without hesitation, closing the door behind her like she was returning home. Same face. Same body. Same eyes.Except hers looked empty. Like someone removed every warm piece inside and replaced it with ice.The room went still.Xves spoke first. “You shouldn’t be here.”She ignored him. Her gaze stayed locked on me, examining me the way a thief studies the item they came to steal.“You finally stopped running,” she said. Her voice carried no rush, no fear. “Good. I hate chasing what already belongs to me.”Liam stepped forward. “We’re not doing this. You leave. Now.”“Always the hero,”

CHAPTER 178 — THE MIRROR ROOMMAYA POVThe lights didn’t come back.Only the glow from the city outside spilled through the blinds, cutting the room into strips of shadow and silver. Liam’s hand was still gripping mine, his pulse wild against my skin.“Stay behind me,” he said.I wanted to answer, but the sound of footsteps froze my voice.They were getting louder. Closer. The rhythm of boots against the floor filled every corner of the house.Aleksander drew his gun. “They’re inside.”Xves moved like a shadow, silent and fast. He didn’t reach for a weapon. He didn’t need one.Then the first door creaked open.A figure stepped into view.It was me.No blood, no bruises, no sign of the fight from before—just a calm version of myself wearing the same dark clothes I had tossed away yesterday. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light.“Hello again,” she said.Liam aimed his gun at her. “Don’t move.”She smiled at him, the same way I used to smile before everything changed. “Still protecting her?

CHAPTER 180 — THE SECOND YOUMAYA POVI woke up choking on air.Cold. Sharp. Real.The world came back in pieces — first the humming of machines, then the metallic taste on my tongue, and finally, the heavy silence that followed.I wasn’t in the server room anymore. The light was too soft, too golden.For a second, I thought I was home.But then I saw the walls. White. Sterile. A single glass panel beside the bed glowed faintly with lines of data running across it.It wasn’t a home. It was a lab.And I wasn’t alone.Across the room, someone sat watching me — a woman with my face.She smiled when our eyes met. “Welcome back.”My chest tightened. “Who are you?”Her smile deepened. “You already know.”I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced me back. My arms felt weak, like I hadn’t moved in days. Tubes ran from my wrists into a small machine beside the bed.She stood and walked closer. Her steps were quiet, careful, almost too familiar.“You shouldn’t move yet,” she said. “The