All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CHAPTER 182 – THE CHOICE THEY CANNOT AVOIDDamon did not blink. The phone stayed in his hand like it had turned into something heavier than metal. I watched the muscles in his jaw move once, then again, like he was trying to hold back a fire rising fast inside him.He spoke first.“We are moving.”The tone was flat, steady, too controlled. That was how I knew he was close to losing control.I stepped closer. “We need to think.”He gave a low breath, not annoyed, but desperate. “Ella, there is nothing to think about. He crossed a line.”“He wants you to run straight to him,” I said. “That message was crafted to push you. He wants a reaction, not a plan.”Damon lifted his eyes to me. I could see the war in them. Anger pulled him forward. Fear held him back. Love kept him steady in the middle.“He threatened you,” he said. “I cannot sit still after that.”“You are not sitting still,” I said. “You are choosing how we step into this. There is a difference.”His breath slowed. His shoulders

CHAPTER 184 — THE WOMAN IN THE DARKI didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until Damon stepped forward and the shadows shifted around the woman standing in front of him. His shoulders tightened. His jaw clenched. His hand trembled at his side like it couldn’t decide if it belonged to a grown man or the frightened boy he once was.“Mother?” he whispered again, this time barely able to force the word out.The woman didn’t move at first. She just stood there watching him with a calmness that made my skin crawl. Her face was barely visible under the dim light, but I caught enough to see that she wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t confused. She wasn’t even emotional.She had been expecting this.“Look at you,” she said, her voice soft and steady. “You grew exactly the way I knew you would.”Damon froze. That voice hit him harder than any bullet ever could. He reached out a little, as if drawn to her without meaning to. “How…?” He shook his head. His pulse was loud enough that I felt it through h

CHAPTER 186 — THE BROTHER AT THE DOORDamon didn’t speak. He didn’t breathe. He just stood there staring at the shaking door like the voice on the other side reached into his chest and tightened something he didn’t know could break again.“Your brother?” I whispered.He didn’t answer.His mother stepped forward. “He’s with them.”Damon snapped his eyes toward her. “No. He wouldn’t—”“He already did,” she said. “And he’s not alone.”The pounding on the door came again, harder. Metal groaned, long and sharp. Damon’s hand twitched like he wanted to rip the door open just to see his brother’s face. Not to surrender. Not to escape. But to confirm with his own eyes what his ears refused to accept.“Damon,” I said softly, touching his arm.He didn’t even blink.“Say something,” I whispered.He swallowed, jaw locked. “It’s not him.”His mother shook her head. “You know that voice. Don’t lie to yourself.”Another slam. Dust fell from the ceiling. One of the men covered the upper hinge with his

CHAPTER 188Damon keeps his hand on my back as we move down the hallway and he walks like he is forcing himself not to run. His breath is sharp and controlled but his eyes keep holding that storm that has been building since the moment we saw his brother collapse on the ground. I keep close to him because something in the air feels different like a thread is pulling us toward something we are not ready for.“You keep looking behind us” I whisper.“I feel watched” he says. His voice is low and steady but I hear the strain beneath it. “My brother didn’t come alone. He would not play a losing game without a backup plan.”I try to speak but footsteps echo behind us and Damon pulls me close with one smooth move. He pushes me against the wall and keeps his body in front of mine. His stare lifts to the end of the hallway and I see a shadow slip out of sight like someone is studying us from the corner.“Someone is waiting for us” I say.“Someone is guiding us” he replies. “This whole place wa

CHAPTER 190Damon lands first and pulls me against him to break the fall. His back hits the ground hard but he tightens his arms around me so I barely feel it. He rolls once and keeps me beneath him until the dust settles. His breath is rough and sharp but his hands stay firm like he won’t let anything near me.The blue light above us fades and another light rises in front of us. Damon pushes himself up in one smooth move and pulls me with him. His jaw is tight and his shoulders tense as he stares at the figure stepping out of the shadows.The man moves with slow confidence like he already owns the room. He is tall and calm with the kind of posture that tells me he has spent years giving orders not taking them. His eyes stay fixed on Damon like he has waited a long time to see him.Damon doesn’t speak.He just stares.The man smiles a little. “You look exactly like him when he was your age.”Damon’s fingers curl. “Don’t compare me to him.”The man walks closer. Damon steps in front of