บททั้งหมดของ Regret After Divorce: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Scarlett’s POVI froze.That… I couldn’t defend.I didn’t want anything more to do with him. If Everett stayed on as the investor, he’d have a valid reason to show up anytime he damn well pleased during filming.I had to admit it—I wasn’t as chill as I made myself out to be. Just the thought of running into my ex over and over after the divorce made my skin crawl.If I had the option to make my life even a little less miserable, why would I keep putting myself through hell?Three years. That’s how long I smiled through everything. That patience? Gone. I was done swallowing my pride for anyone.“Scarlett, you’re not as over it as you keep saying,” Everett said, his voice calm but cutting sharp. “If you’d really let go—if you really saw me as a stranger—you wouldn’t care whether I invested in the movie or not.”My jaw tensed. He’d hit a nerve—hard. I glared at him, my eyes burning with frustration.Everett Robinson. Never missing a beat when it comes to reading me.But like hell I’d let

Bruce’s POVI watched quietly, leaning back in my chair.One thing was clear as day: Everett Robinson—this complete rookie when it came to love—didn’t have the faintest clue he was already head over heels for Scarlett.“Everett, you’ve figured it out now, haven’t you?” I asked, studying him.He snapped out of whatever miserable thought spiral he was caught in and forced a bitter smile. “You probably won’t believe it even if I say it… But I really messed up. Big time.”“At least you know you screwed up. That counts for something.” I lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag. Smoke curled lazily into the air between us. “If you’re finally clear about how you feel about her, then you should be thinking about how to win her back.”“I just… I just don’t know where to start…” he mumbled, eyes downcast. His lashes cast long shadows over his face, making him look even more pitiful."Come on, man. Chasing a woman isn’t rocket science."I smirked, the cigarette dangling from my lips. “She was your wi

Davis’s POVFive minutes later, I ended my call and stepped back inside from the balcony.Just as I passed the bedroom door, Amelia came out, looking as calm and composed as ever.“Mr. Davis,” she gave me a warm nod. “Everett’s doing much better now. I’ll be leaving.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Thanks for your help. Let me walk you out.”“No need. You should stay with Everett. I can see myself out.”“Alright. The driver’s waiting out front. Take care, Miss Martin.”“Thanks.”Once she was gone, I headed into the bedroom.The moment I opened the door, I saw Everett awake, sitting up in bed and staring blankly into space.The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing his lean chest and sharp collarbones. His cheeks still had a faint flush, his eyes were streaked with red lines, and his usually neat hair was a complete mess—strands falling across his forehead, giving him this oddly vulnerable, broken look.Even I, a straight man through and through, had to

Eleanor’s POVAfter I explained the situation, the doctor instructed the nurse to draw Scarlett’s blood for an urgent test.The results came back: her fever was due to a viral infection.“Based on the report, Miss Taylor’s condition is relatively stable,” the doctor said. “It’s a virus—nothing too serious for now. However, her tonsils are inflamed, so she may continue having fevers over the next few days. I recommend keeping her in the hospital for observation. Avoid antibiotics unless absolutely necessary. I’ll prescribe some IV fluids to help with energy and nutrition.”Hearing this, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.“Thank you, Doctor. I really appreciate your help.”“Don’t mention it. I’m just doing my job.”I smiled faintly. “Oh, by the way—what should I call you?”The man glanced at his watch. “Jones. Dr. Damian Jones.”I looked at the badge pinned to his chest: Damian Jose, Internal Medicine, Head Physician.“Hi, Dr. Jones. I’m Eleanor Smith.” I extended a hand wit

Eleanor’s POVJust as I finished speaking, Davis stepped into the hospital room and caught sight of his boss getting low-key rejected.“Mr. Robinson,” he said as he walked over. Then he leaned in and whispered something into Everett’s ear.Hearing this, Everett’s brows knitted slightly.Davis straightened up and glanced at the hospital bed. Then he added, “Sir, her friends are here right now. Maybe it’s better if we leave for now.”Everett’s expression hardened. His gaze lingered on Scarlett for a moment longer before he finally turned and walked out of the room.Davis gave a polite nod to me and James before quickly following Everett out.The moment they stepped out, I marched over and shut the door with a sharp thud.“James, tell me the truth. You didn’t spill anything to Everett Robinson, did you?”He scratched the side of his head awkwardly, his guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t say anything.”“You always scratch your head and stutter when you’re lying.” I pinched his bic