All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Everett’s POVThere was a knock on the hospital-room door.Eleanor pushed it open and stepped inside. “Scarlett, Uncle and Aunt are on their way back.”As she spoke, her gaze shifted to me—a clear signal it was time for me to leave.But since I’d come, I had no intention of backing down.“I came not only to see you, but also to discuss something with your parents.”She frowned, clearly disagreeing. “My parents don’t know we were ever married. I only told them we parted ways amicably.”I was taken aback. “Why not?”“My family loves me deeply. They’re fiercely protective. When we divorced, things got ugly. If I’d told them the truth, knowing their tempers, they would have come looking for trouble. I didn’t want that. After all, setting aside our feelings, you’re still my savior.”My expression darkened. “So tha

Mason’s POVOutside the room, Lucy and I exchanged a glance.Our daughter hadn’t consulted us about the custody issue…Though I disapproved, I understood that if the agreement wasn’t voluntary, Everett’s coercion would be futile.I shouldn’t have softened my heart and let her keep this child in the first place.Now, all the problems I had feared were unfolding one by one.The child’s existence was out in the open, and a remarriage felt inevitable.My face darkened, a lump rising in my throat—stuck there, unable to rise or fall.But then my daughter spoke from the hospital room, clearly defending Everett.I turned to Lucy, my voice strained with resentment. “You shouldn’t have persuaded me back then.”She shot me a glance. “As if not persuading you would have made her agree to terminate the pregnancy.”“…”

Everett’s POVMy brows furrowed slightly as I waited for him to continue.“His name is Peter Taylor, the son of my eldest uncle. He possesses an extremely dark and twisted soul, with a combative nature. Even when I was young, he repeatedly provoked me, engaging in every form of scheming and plotting—even murder. In his attempts to eliminate me, he harmed the innocent and even caused the death of my foster sister. This enraged the then head of the family, my grandfather Karl Taylor.“After that, Peter was sent abroad. I thought he had finally quieted down, but twenty-three years ago he returned to the U.S. He appealed to my grandfather’s blood ties, trying to win him over. My grandfather was a man of old-fashioned ideas, deeply patriarchal at heart. He believed that since Peter and I were both Taylor blood, and Peter seemed remorseful, I should give him another chance.“At that time, my wife was pregnant with Scarlett. F

Scarlett’s POVOver the next half hour, Mom and Dad told me everything.I fell silent after hearing it all.Even Eleanor, sitting beside us, wore a complex expression.Meanwhile, my heart churned with conflicting emotions.Miley was Peter’s daughter, which made her part of the Taylor family too.In a sense, she was the Taylor heiress as well!So that’s why she demanded thirty percent of the Taylor family shares, right?I sighed heavily and looked at my father. “Peter had someone tamper with Miley’s memories, didn’t he?”“Judging by her current behavior, it seems likely,” Dad said, analyzing. “When I spoke with Everett, he mentioned that Miley believes he was the one who saved her back then. The circumstances she described match exactly how you were rescued by Everett.”“So she’s forgotten the abuse?” I paused, then shook my head. &

Everett’s POVI found my answer in the trembling pupils of her eyes.I narrowed mine.Sure enough, she knew the truth about her origins.I pressed further. “Miley, you’ve always known you are Peter’s daughter, haven’t you?”“No!” She stumbled backward, but her bound limbs restricted her movement, sending her crashing awkwardly to the floor.Overwhelmed by agony, she screamed hoarsely, unable to hold it in.“I am the daughter of Andrew Morre and his wife! I am their daughter! Peter and I have nothing to do with each other… nothing! I have no connection to him whatsoever!”Her words poured out uncontrollably, like a madwoman—or perhaps someone trying to hypnotize herself.I watched her collapse, my face still devoid of emotion.I stubbed out my cigarette, lit a new one, and drew in the smoke.I said nothing more, merely watching Miley&rs