All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Davis’s POVAs soon as we stepped out of Dr. Jones’s office, Mr. Robinson snatched Scarlett Taylor’s medical file from me. His frown deepened as he flipped through the pages.“Do you think this report is reliable?” he asked coldly.I shook my head. “Hard to say. But I hope it means she doesn’t really have stomach cancer.”“I hope so too,” he muttered, passing the file back. “But something feels off. Last time I mentioned taking her to the hospital, she completely freaked out. Way too much for someone with nothing to hide.”“You’re not suggesting Dr. Jones would fake a report for her, are you?”“It’s not impossible.” He rubbed his temples. “Get Bruce to talk to that hacker friend of his. See if they can break into the hospital’s system. The original files in their database will tell us the truth.”“Got it. I’ll handle it.” I turned to leave.“Wait.”I stopped mid-turn. “Yeah, Mr. Robinson?”“Look at me.”“Huh?”He tilted his chin slightly, his expression dead serious. “How’s the injury

Eleanor’s POVI swallowed hard.Honestly? Everett Robinson felt way scarier tonight than any of the other times I’d met him.It wasn’t that he raised his voice or made a scene—he didn’t have to. The air around him just seemed thicker, heavier somehow, as if everyone in the room was holding their breath.Everett gently laid Scarlett back on the bed, his movements precise, almost too controlled. Then he turned to the nurse, his voice calm but carrying an undertone that made even me shiver.“How long is the physical cooling going to take?”“About an hour,” she replied carefully, clearly feeling the weight of his presence too.“I’ll wait outside.” He checked the time on his watch, his tone cutting like glass. “If her fever isn’t down by then, your hospital better have an explanation ready.”Yikes. Same old Mr. Robinson. Zero trust in anyone but himself.He gave Scarlett one last look before striding out.“Wait for me!” James jumped off the couch and jogged after him.As soon as the door c

Eleanor’s POVScarlett had been sleeping like a rock.At first, it was the fever that knocked her out cold, and once that finally broke, her body plunged into a deep recovery sleep.Two whole days passed where she barely stirred, just waking long enough to sip water or shuffle to the bathroom before crashing again.Initially, I was worried sick. I must’ve called Dr. Jones half a dozen times, pestering him for updates.He kept reassuring me that she was recovering well.Eventually, when I started seeing more color in Scarlett’s cheeks—even in her sleep—I finally relaxed a little.During that time, Robert called. The set paperwork had gone through, and the crew had already started building. He wanted Scarlett, as the original author, to visit and give feedback.But when he found out she was sick and hospitalized, he got all panicky, wanting to visit her. It took some fast talking from me to calm him down.He didn’t end up coming, but still made sure to call every single day to check on

Scarlett’s POVAfter Damian left, boredom started to creep in. I checked my phone, replied to a few messages from friends and family, and scrolled through the internet for a while.But my stomach kept cramping with hunger, making it impossible to focus on anything.I called Eleanor. “Ellie, where are you?”“Scarlett, they said it’ll take another thirty minutes before traffic clears. Are you really starving?” she asked.“Starving,” I groaned, lying weakly on the hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. “Just order whatever’s fastest. Something five minutes out, then call me. I swear my stomach feels glued to my spine.”“Okay, okay. Hang in there. I’ll place an order right now.”After hanging up, I rubbed my flat, growling stomach and closed my eyes.Not even five minutes later, the hospital room door creaked open.I sat up straight, eyes lighting up. “Wow, I didn’t expect delivery to be this fast! That was—”My words caught in my throat.Everett stepped in, tall and calm, holding a fru

Scarlett’s POVA week later, I found myself at the casting site for the new film.Seven or eight people sat behind the long judging table—producers, the director, investors, and editors.I kept a low profile, tucked in my seat next to Wyatt Robert, sunglasses and a baseball cap shielding my face. From time to time, I leaned over to discuss something quietly with him.Casting could make or break a film, and everyone in the room knew it.Most of the roles had been settled already through the so-called “open audition” process—or at least, that’s how it looked on the surface.Of course, a few parts had been unofficially locked in for months. Some of today’s actors were only here to put on a show.James Parker was one of those.Even though his role was a done deal from the start, he still threw himself into preparation for today. Just minutes ago, he’d gone head-to-head on stage with another young actor for the part, and James’s performance had left everyone sitting a little straighter in