All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61– STORMING OUTMAYA'S POVI didn’t even think twice. I just grabbed my coat and stormed out of the mansion like a girl on a mission, the mansion’s heavy doors closing behind me with a thud that felt final. The security guard... so sweet, and clueless man... sprang up, offering to escort me like I was some fragile porcelain doll. Cute, but no. I flashed him a half-smile, waved it off, and told him the café was just a few blocks away. No need for an entourage.The morning was… ugh, annoyingly beautiful. The kind of daybreak that made poets lose their minds. The sky was bleeding soft pinks and oranges, like someone had spilled watercolor across the horizon and decided to leave it there. The air was crisp, cool enough to sting my nose, but not enough to make me regret leaving in just a coat. The city was quiet but alive... the murmur of a cyclist passing by, the distant clink of bottles as a shop owner arranged his display, and the faint smell of fresh bread drifting from a bake

CHAPTER 63– UNTOUCHABLE NO MOREDAMIAN'S POV «BREAKING NEWS: Authorities report a serious vehicular accident involving Marvin Perkins earlier this morning. Details remain limited at this time, and emergency personnel are on the scene. We will continue to provide updates as information becomes available.»That's when I saw it on the news.The shower ran longer than usual and I lingered more than necessary, not out of luxury, not out of time wasted... but because I needed to think. But unfortunately, the showers had done nothing to wash off the weight of the day, or the mess that had landed on my shoulders like a goddamn storm. I’d stayed later than I should have, letting the steam crawl down my skin and seep into my thoughts, because thinking wasn’t something I could turn off, not when chaos was clinging to my heels like a rabid dog.Who would dare... no, who would have the audacity to attempt this? And why? There’s always a reason, and I have a way of uncovering it, piece by piece,

CHAPTER 65– PAWNS AND PLAYERS MAYA'S POVWhat would you do if death brushed past you so close you could feel its breath? If your life literally flashed by like some bootleg Netflix montage? I don’t know about you, but me? I was totally freaking out. Like, the “my-soul-almost-left-my-body” kind of freaking out.I kept quiet the entire ride, and honestly, I was glad Damian did too... though I did catch him stealing glances at me.My hands were still trembling when Damian’s SUV screeched past the gates and rolled into the mansion’s driveway. The tires hadn’t even stopped crying before my lungs snapped for air like they’d been underwater for years.Damian killed the engine, but his death grip on the steering wheel didn’t ease up. His knuckles were practically throwing a tantrum, veins popping like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to stay in control. But his eyes? Oh no, his eyes gave him away. They were sharp, restless, searching the rearview mirror even though we were safely

CHAPTER 67 – DYNASTY AT STAKELARRY’S POV I literally stayed staring at my desk like it had personally offended me. The polished mahogany might as well have been lava because my thoughts were melting me from the inside out. Kane had just excused himself, smooth as a spy slipping out of a bad rom-com, leaving me alone in the aftermath of Davenport’s verbal nuclear bomb.Mr. Kane had just left, excusing himself with that faint, almost polite nod that reeked of calculated distance. Like he had read every chapter of my life and decided today was a good day to remind me just how messy I really was.I ran a hand over my face, pulling the edge of my tie a little tighter, Kane… you’re lucky you’re so damn polished, or I’d throw this tie at you. Kane had that talent... the uncanny ability to place a mirror in front of your conscience and make you squirm in the reflection of your own secrets I could feel the weight of the conversation pressing down on me, suffocating in a way that no empire,

CHAPTER 69 – WHEN SUNSHINE VANISHES LARRY’S POVYeah. She heard me.God, kill me now.Maybe my brain short-circuited and my mouth forgot its job description. Or maybe the universe just sat back with a bag of popcorn, waiting for me to finally humiliate myself in public. Either way... she fucking heard me say it.Her head snapped up, those eyes narrowing just slightly, like, “Excuse me? Did this man just...?” And me? Oh, I froze. Picture this: multimillion-dollar CEO, trained to stare down investors and bull markets without blinking… suddenly reduced to a fourteen-year-old at prom who just tripped over his shoelace.“Uh...” I coughed, fiddling with my tie like it had suddenly developed a chokehold. “I… meant the flowers. Sexy arrangement. Very… seductive bouquet.”Yeah. That was the genius line my billion-dollar brain came up with. Somebody put me out of my misery.But instead of calling security, or reporting me to HR for verbal assault on a bouquet, which, let’s be honest, she sho