Semua Bab Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Your husband is celebrating his first love’s anniversary tonight. If you want to know, come to the Grand Aurora Hotel, Main Ballroom.”Rosemary’s chest pounded wildly. Her fingers trembled as she read the mysterious message.“No… this must be some cheap joke,” she whispered. But the more she tried to ignore it, the tighter the knot of curiosity strangled her heart.With hurried steps, she grabbed her coat, clutched her bag, and rushed to the hotel mentioned in the message. A light drizzle dampened the streets, the city lights glowing faintly through the mist.The Grand Aurora Hotel’s ballroom was filled with the clink of crystal glasses and the laughter of guests. A soft orchestra played, while the scent of wine mixed with expensive perfumes lingered in the air.Rosemary’s eyes swept the room. And then… she saw him.Her husband—Adrian.The man stood in an elegant black suit, smiling warmly. In front of him was a young woman in a striking red gown, her face radiant as if the night was

“Knock… knock… knock!”The sound of Rosemary’s hand rapping against the door echoed through the house she once called home. Her fingers trembled—not from fear, but from a mixture of anger and bitter resolve.The door swung open hard. Adrian stood there, his face tense.“Rosemary?” His voice was heavy, laced with scorn. “So, you finally decided to show up.”Rosemary’s eyes were cold. “I came to collect my things. Leave the rest here—I don’t care.”Adrian let out a mocking chuckle, folding his arms across his chest. “Your things? You disappear for two days without a word, and now you show up with that pathetic face, claiming you just want to get your belongings? Do you think I believe that?”Rosemary lifted her chin, forcing down the pain in her chest. “I didn’t disappear. I needed time after the humiliation you put me through. I won’t spend another night under the same roof as a man like you.”Adrian stepped forward, his eyes sharp and cutting. “Humiliation? Don’t blame me for your own

The crystal chandeliers of the grand hotel ballroom sparkled, soft music flowing from the live band in the corner. That night was supposed to be a glittering celebration: the grand launch of Adrian Corp’s gown collection.Guests arrived in high spirits. Major investors filled the front row, their faces glowing with expectation. Adrian stood at the side of the stage, his black suit immaculate, a thin smile masking the storm of unease within him.Beside him, Cassandra, radiant in her glamorous gown, leaned closer and whispered with utter confidence.“Relax, Adrian. Tonight they will forget Rosemary. Once they see my designs, everyone will know who truly deserves to be by your side.”Adrian only gave a brief nod, though his heartbeat thundered in his chest. He remembered the investor’s chilling warning: “If the quality does not match Rosemary’s, our partnership is over.”The spotlight hit the stage. The MC’s voice rang out with enthusiasm:“Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we’ve all been

“Adrian, you need to swallow this reality right now!”Markus slammed the financial report folder onto the glass desk in Adrian’s office. His voice cracked, trembling with barely contained rage. “This company is on the brink of bankruptcy! The only way out is to find Rosemary.”Adrian, slouched in his chair with hollow eyes and a weary face, straightened immediately. “Stop saying her name in front of me!” he barked, his voice hoarse but still dripping with pride.Markus stared at him sharply, unflinching. “I don’t care about your ego. You can hate her for the rest of your life, but the truth is crystal clear: without Rosemary, Adrian Corp is dead. Every investor has said the same thing.”Adrian stood, dragging his heavy steps toward the wide window. His gaze was empty as he looked out at the city below. “I can hire another designer. The world is full of talent.”Markus let out a harsh scoff. “If that’s true, then why hasn’t a single investor believed in those other designers? Why do th

“Pour me another.”Adrian’s voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, his breath reeking of alcohol. He slumped deep into the black leather sofa of his office, shirt half unbuttoned, tie loosened, the half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the low table before him.Markus stood by the door, his expression heavy with disappointment. “That’s enough, Adrian. You’ve had too much already.”Adrian turned his hollow gaze toward him. “Do you think if I stop drinking, I’ll forget all of this? No, Markus. The company is falling apart, the investors are gone, and Rosemary…” his throat tightened, his voice breaking, “Rosemary slammed the door in my face. She would rather see me ruined than ever come back.”Markus pulled a chair over and sat across from him. “Adrian, listen to me. You have to start accepting reality. Rosemary may never come back. You can beg, kneel, even bleed yourself dry—but she’s chosen her path.”Adrian slammed his glass onto the table, amber liquid spilling. “You think I don’t k