All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71–THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIESLARRY'S POV She came to me all smiles, like we were old friends.“Hey, Mr. Jonathan. What brings you to this side of town?”The way she said my name... Mr. Jonathan, made me almost forget myself... almost I say. I quickly smirked, playing it cool, though inside I was scrambling. “Hm,” I stalled, then lied smoothly, “business trip.”Her brows arched a little, curious, but she nodded anyway. “Hmm. That’s reasonable.”I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Whew. At least she bought it.She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, tilting her head. “So… what can I get you?” “A cappuccino. Extra foam.” I gave her the same easy smile.Minutes later she returned, sliding the cup onto the counter like she’d done this a hundred times before. And maybe she had....with other customers. But never with me.I watch her set the coffee in front of me, steam curling like a little ghost trying to warn me off. “Thanks,” I mutter, but my eyes refuse to behave, tr

CHAPTER 73 – TWENTY-FIVE MILLION REASONS LARRY’S POVThe walk to the car felt heavier than the entire visit. She didn’t so much as glance at me, her steps clipped, her silence sharper than any words she could’ve thrown. By the time we reached the curb, she yanked the door open herself and slipped inside, shutting it with a firm, deliberate thud like she wanted to build a wall between us.When I slid in behind the wheel a moment later, the air was already charged. Her arms were crossed, jaw clenched tight, eyes fixed out the window as if looking anywhere but at me was the only way to keep from exploding.“That,” she snapped, “was not the deal.”I leaned back, exhaling. “What exactly wasn’t the deal?”Her eyes swung to mine like twin daggers... friendly enough to kill, flashing with a mix of hurt and anger, burning straight through me. “Don’t play dumb, Larry. You told me I was going to pretend to be your girlfriend. Not fiancée. Not bride-to-be. Girlfriend. And then your grandfather.

CHAPTER 75– THE OTHER MRS.LARRY'S POVI’d never really pictured myself as the type to sit across a table, waiting to be judged. I was always the one doing the talking, the convincing, the bluffing—never the one measured like a schoolboy in front of a headmistress. Yet here I was, walking into Davenport Holdings, clutching more nerves than sense. Walking into the Davenport Tower was like stepping into another universe. A forty-story glass-and-steel tower gleaming like it had something to prove. Impressive, if you hadn’t seen the view from my own penthouse office, which by the way, stretched higher than this building even dared.I’ll hand it to Davenport... she knew how to dress a building.The chrome doors glared back at me, spotless and sharp, the kind of shine that hurts your eyes if you stare too long. And an entrance wide enough to swallow a Rolls-Royce whole... Davenport clearly enjoyed the art of first impressions. Everything screamed money, ambition, control. Most people would

CHAPTER 77 – THE HAUNTING OF US LARRY’S POV“Maya.”The name alone... hit me like a hammer to the chest. I froze, fork dangling like a forgotten baton, wine glass halfway to my lips, caught somewhere between ‘eat’ and ‘run for cover.’ I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach, like the air had been sucked out of the room. And my mind… it went blank, then overloaded all at once. Maya. Why now? Why here?I hadn’t heard her name in weeks, hadn’t wanted to. And yet here it was, sitting at the table between Brandy and me like a third guest. Of course. I should have seen this coming. Brandy had always had a sixth sense about the things that mattered... the people who mattered. And Maya mattered too much. My heart started thudding faster than it should, and for a moment, I wanted to run. Or hit something. Or maybe just drink until the world faded.I didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at Brandy. I just stood slowly, letting my chair scrape back across the floor, and reached for the wine bottle. My

CHAPTER 79– AFTER THE FIREBRANDY'S POVThe world literally stopped.Not in the poetic, romantic way people wrote about in novels. No, this was the kind of stop that knocked the air out of your lungs, that froze your skin and made your blood feel like it had turned to ice. Every nerve in my body was screaming, every sense heightened... and yet, everything had gone still.The movement between my legs ceased instantly and the hand that had been squeezing my breast froze. I felt the warmth that had been pressed against my neck vanish like it had never existed.His entire body went rigid, and if there was a word beyond “rigid,” that was me.I was utterly still beneath him. Not a twitch. Not a breath. The fire that had consumed us just seconds ago evaporated, replaced by a cold, crystalline panic. The passionate, reckless man who had been devouring me with heat and hunger was gone. It was like watching someone snap into stone.He pulled back slightly, just enough to see me, and I swear the