All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“All of this must end with her destruction.”Cassandra’s voice sliced through the silence of the luxurious penthouse, cold and sharp as glass. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city lights glitter beneath the night sky. Behind her, a man in a black suit bowed slightly, holding a thick folder of documents.“Everything is in place, Miss Cassandra,” he said. “We’ve inserted suspicious transactions into Rosemary’s boutique account. Within two days, the financial reports will reach the media.”Cassandra’s lips curved into a thin, cruel smile. “Excellent. This time, she won’t be able to escape. Once the story breaks, the world will believe she stole investor money. And once trust is gone… it never returns.”The man bowed lower. “We’ve also arranged for several false witnesses — one of them is her former employee.”“Perfect,” Cassandra murmured, stepping toward her vanity mirror. Her reflection stared back at her — flawless, composed, merciless. “You see, I don’t ev

“Faster, Markus! We need to find that witness before Cassandra knows we’re closing in.”Adrian’s voice was sharp over the hum of the car slicing through the rain-slicked streets. His jaw was tense, eyes locked on the glowing road ahead.Markus scrolled nervously through his phone. “His name’s Ryan — former IT technician at Cassandra’s company. He said he’s got the original data before everything was tampered with.”Adrian’s grip tightened on the wheel. “If that’s true, Cassandra’s finished.”---Meanwhile, Cassandra stood on the balcony of her luxurious apartment, the night wind whipping through her hair. Her face was calm — too calm — the kind of calm that came before a storm.Her assistant’s voice trembled on the phone. “Miss Cassandra, Ryan’s gone. We checked his apartment — it’s empty.”The wine glass in Cassandra’s hand shattered against the marble floor. “Idiots! I told you not to let anyone get near him!”“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we heard Adrian is looking for him too.”Cassandra

Cassandra stood before the mirror in her penthouse suite, staring at her reflection as if it were someone else’s face. Her makeup was perfect, her hair immaculate — yet beneath the surface, her eyes trembled with a flicker of madness.“Everyone turns against me…” she whispered. “Adrian, Rosemary, even the press that once worshipped me…”Her voice broke into a half-laugh, half-sob.She swept the glasses from the vanity, shattering them into a thousand glittering pieces. For a long moment, she simply watched the shards — each one reflecting a fractured version of herself.Then her phone rang.“Speak,” she said coldly.“It’s done,” replied a male voice on the other end. “The fake video is everywhere. Public opinion’s turning again.”“Good,” she said, exhaling. “Let them burn her reputation once more.”There was a pause.“But, Cassandra… people are starting to question the evidence. Adrian’s tech team is pushing back. If he releases counterproof—”Cassandra cut him off sharply.“Then make

The morning wind slipped through the cracks of the old villa on Leona Hill.Rosemary jolted awake from a nightmare—her breath ragged, cold sweat clinging to her skin.She glanced around. Adrian was asleep in the chair by the window, his head tilted to the side, exhaustion carved deep into his face. The cut on his temple hadn’t healed.Damien was nowhere to be seen. Only the crackle of the fireplace filled the silence, faint and fragile like the last trace of warmth left in their world.Rosemary rose slowly, walking toward the small kitchen—when heavy footsteps sounded outside.Her pulse spiked. She froze, eyes on the door.“Damien?” she called softly.No answer.Adrian stirred instantly, reaching for the gun tucked in his jacket. “What is it?”“Someone’s outside,” she whispered, her voice trembling.He crept to the door, peering through the narrow gap in the window.A black car had stopped near the villa. Two men in dark coats stepped out, moving with purpose.“Sit down and don’t make

“Adrian!!!”Rosemary’s scream echoed through the chaotic night. The gunfire had stopped, but its echo still pounded in everyone’s ears. Adrian’s body dropped to his knees, blood pouring from his left chest, while behind them, the police arrived—rushing in to seize Cassandra, who still gripped the pistol with trembling hands.“Let me go! She’s the one who should’ve died! I’m the one who deserves to be loved, not her!” Cassandra shrieked hysterically, her eyes wild, her tear-streaked face twisted in madness and fury.Two officers restrained her as Damien and Markus ran toward Rosemary and Adrian. Rosemary’s trembling hands pressed desperately against the wound on his chest, trying to stop the heavy flow of blood.“No… no, Adrian! Don’t speak! Someone call an ambulance—please, hurry!” Her voice cracked with despair.Adrian looked at her, his vision blurring. “I… I just wanted… to protect you…” he whispered, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.“Stop! Don’t say that!” Rosemary shou