All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett’s POV:At exactly 10:00 AM, the Rolls-Royce pulled into a private village at the foot of Cloud Mountain.After entering the gates, the car drove for another five minutes, passing several villas of various styles before finally stopping in front of a row of identical commercial units.Davis turned off the engine and looked toward the back seat. “Miss Taylor, we’ve arrived.”I responded with a quiet “Mm” and stepped out of the car.Though I’d been in Los Angeles for a while now, I had no idea such a secluded, natural villa area even existed.The air here was much fresher than in the city—hardly any people around, barely any pollution.Now in early autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain were turning a vivid red. A crisp breeze rustled through the branches, scattering leaves across the quiet paths.It was the kind of scenic spot that felt perfect for a retreat.But it was certainly colder than the city. As we stepped out, a chill swept over us.“Are you cold?” Eleanor reached o

Eleanor’s POV:Scarlett shot me a sharp glance.Seeing that, I froze for a second, thinking, Yep. Lost my cool again.Then I pouted and added, “Miley, don’t take it the wrong way. I just meant you’re too trusting. Your friends don’t get how ruthless the entertainment world can be. Maybe remind them to watch what they say next time. These gossip pages can twist anything.”Miley wiped her tears, the very picture of innocence. “Thanks for the heads-up, Eleanor. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll definitely be more mindful—and I’ll ask them to be careful, too.”I smiled, but inside it felt like I’d just swallowed a bug. “As long as you get it.”Then she turned to Scarlett, eyes still soft and pitiful. “Scarlett, I still feel really bad about all this.”Scarlett stayed calm, lifting a brow. “Why would you feel bad toward me? Is it because you think you stole my title as the Taylor family’s daughter?”Miley’s face went pale. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at Scarlett. “I just… be

Scarlett’s POV:The first day of shooting was always shaky for most actors. Pretty standard stuff.Inside the director’s tent, I sat next to Robert, eyes locked on the monitor.This scene was the beginning of the fallout between the female lead, Di Sheng, and the second female lead, Mi Weini. They used to be like sisters.Mi Weini had liked the male lead from the start. She confided in Di Sheng constantly, treating her like an emotional support system. Di Sheng, on the other hand, hadn’t cared for the guy at first—her feelings only grew over the course of their shared missions.But Mi Weini never confessed. The guy never realized how she felt. He saw her as a little sister, nothing more. Mi Weini mistook his kindness for affection. So when Di Sheng and the guy got together, she snapped.To her, it felt like betrayal—both from the man she loved and the best friend she trusted.Fueled by heartbreak and anger, the sweet, gentle Mi Weini cracked. She shot an arrow at Di Sheng.That was th

Flora’s POV:I was starting to realize the tide was turning against Amelia—fast. And badly. I couldn’t just stand there while things spiraled.I turned to Scarlett, trying to keep my tone polite. “Miss Taylor, I don’t know what kind of personal issue you and Amelia have going on, but if she’s done anything to rub you the wrong way, could you let it slide… for Mr. Everett’s sake?”Scarlett gave me a sharp look. “You want me to let it go because of Everett Robinson?”“Yes.” I nodded firmly. Everett was our trump card—basically our last hope.She raised a brow, eyes glinting with amusement. Then, with a dismissive shrug and a curling smirk, she said, “Well, that’s gonna be a problem… because Everett Robinson and I? We’re mortal enemies. So anyone on his team? Not welcome here.”“…”Robert cleared his throat and gave a strained half-smile. “Yeah, uh… things between Mr. Robinson and Miss Scarlett are, let’s say, not exactly friendly.”Translation: stop bringing up Everett. It’s not helping

Flora’s POV:Amelia looked up slowly. Her delicate face—usually flawless, sweet, camera-ready—was a mess. Makeup smudged. Lips pale beneath a thin coat of light-pink lipstick. Her eyeliner had run, and her eyes were still red. She couldn’t focus on anyone. Her gaze kept darting, avoiding eye contact like it burned.She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to apologize.But earlier in the car, I had laid it all out for her—no sugarcoating. If she walked out now, the production team would probably announce tomorrow that she was officially out… for clashing with the crew.Amelia couldn’t afford to lose this role. Not this one.To her, this was the last opportunity Everett had handed her.If she blew even this, she had no idea how she was supposed to survive in this industry.When she stayed silent for too long, I gave her hand a sharp squeeze.She flinched slightly at the pain, frowned, drew a deep breath, then lowered her head. Eyes shut, shoulders stiff. Her voice was hoarse and low