Todos los capítulos de Regret After Divorce: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Scarlett’s POV:I furrowed my brows slightly. After all we had been through, I understood Everett’s character well enough.Precisely because I understood him so well, I felt even more confused now.Everyone around me was speaking up for Everett. If this continued, I feared I might truly waver…I stared at the towel in my hand and sighed softly. “Why are you suddenly defending Everett again?”“Okay, let’s not talk about him then.” Alicia took the towel from my hand. “How about Louis?”“Sure thing!” I perked up instantly. “Ten thousand dollars per message—cash or payment app?”“You’re still haggling over money?” She laughed carefreely. “Well then, I might reconsider whether I should keep pursuing Louis!”“You actually gave up?”“Honestly, I’ve been reluctant to.” She flashed a mischievous grin. “He’s got a great body, though his kissing skills leave something to be desired.”“You can shut up now. Mind my prenatal education.”Hearing this, she lowered her gaze to my belly. “It’s not very

Scarlett’s POV:I woke up early that morning and was taken out by my parents.They didn’t say where we were going; they just got into the car and drove toward the city center.Fifteen minutes later, the stretched Rolls-Royce entered the most exclusive private villa community in the city.A few minutes after that, the car pulled into the front yard of a villa.Seeing the scene unfold, I had a sinking feeling.“Dad, are you buying a house?”“This villa is currently the most exclusive, private, and best-secured property in L.A. You can stay here whenever you’re in the city.”My premonition confirmed, I sighed helplessly. “But I’ll be returning in just another month.”Dad looked at me. “So you won’t be coming back at all?”“Who knows about the future!”He sighed. “I actually hope you never come back!”“…”Mom smiled. “Your dad means that whenever work brings you back to L.A., staying in hotels isn’t practical. Having your own place is more comfortable. Buying it under your name means you

Maxwell’s POV:Over the past three years, Everett and Scarlett had visited me every week, staying overnight each time.Scarlett was the type to share only good news, and the couple always presented a loving front in front of me. I never suspected anything was wrong with their relationship.I had once inquired about when they planned to hold the wedding ceremony. Everett replied that they would wait until the company was more stable, adding that Scarlett was still young and there was no rush.I had actually disapproved of their secret marriage, but Scarlett insisted they were still young. Given her position at the company, she felt keeping it private was best — so I dropped the subject.But upon returning this time, I learned from Davis that the couple had been locked in a cold war for months. Worse still, throughout their three-year marriage, Scarlett had loved him with such self-effacing devotion that Everett grew arrogant, taking her affection for granted. In the end, he had pushed

Everett’s POV:Grandpa sighed softly and turned to leave.Eleanor and Alicia followed him out.The door closed, plunging the room into sudden silence.I looked intently at Scarlett, hesitating to speak.She seemed uncomfortable under my gaze. Clearing her throat, she asked, “Does your wound still hurt?”“Not anymore.”The truth was—it still hurt, but looking at Scarlett, I suddenly felt no pain at all.“Oh, then would you like some fruit?” She pointed to the fruit basket she had brought. “Shall I peel an apple for you?”“You’re pregnant… don’t strain yourself. Sit down.” I looked at her belly and frowned slightly. “How come there’s no sign of a bump?”She looked down at her belly, pressed her lips together, and said, “It’s just that the loose clothes hide it.”“So that’s how it is.” I chuckled softly. “I wonder who he’ll take after?”“You’re overthinking it.” She shot me a sideways glance. “I came here today mainly to talk about us.”I nodded. “Anything you want to discuss is fine, bu

Scarlett’s POV:I stepped out of the ward, only to notice someone had entered the small room next door.The man had delicate features and wore gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Dressed in a long black trench coat and dark jeans, his slender frame looked about as tall as Everett’s.Seated on the sofa, he lifted his gaze when I appeared.Our eyes met, and he gave a polite nod. He had an intellectual air about him—quiet yet captivating.Out of courtesy, I returned the nod, my gaze lingering on his face for an extra second.There was a faint sense of familiarity about him.Eleanor walked over, linking arms with me and whispering in my ear, “Scarlett, I’m shocked! Dr. Simon’s grandson is actually Aryan Browne!”I furrowed my brow. “Aryan Browne?”I searched my memory before asking, after a moment, “The painting master who became famous overseas?”“Yes! Over thirty million followers on Twitter—he’s a superstar artist with both talent and popularity!” Eleanor looked indignant. “Dr. Si