All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It had been three days since Adrian woke from his critical state.Morning sunlight poured through the hospital window, painting a soft glow over his face—color had finally returned to it. His body was still weak, but there was life again in those deep brown eyes.Rosemary sat beside his bed, dressed simply in a loose white shirt, her hair falling freely over her shoulders. She hadn’t left his side once. Her gaze stayed fixed on him, as if afraid that if he closed his eyes again, he might vanish forever.“Stop staring at me like that, Rose. I’m starting to feel like I’m being watched by the angel of death,” Adrian teased with a faint smile.Rosemary rolled her eyes. “Then I’m your guardian angel, not the angel of death.”A soft smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes betrayed a sadness that hadn’t healed. “You know… I still hear that gunshot in my head every night.”Adrian looked at her gently. “I hear it too. But I don’t regret it. As long as you’re still here, that’s enough.”Rosem

Two weeks had passed since Cassandra’s trial ended.For the first time in what felt like forever, Rosemary could wake up without fear or dread pressing against her chest.The morning air on her apartment balcony was cool and light. She sipped a cup of warm tea as the soft pastel sky stretched above her, the wind teasing loose strands of her hair.> “It’s so peaceful this morning,”she murmured to herself.From the living room came a familiar, gentle voice.> “You’ve said that every morning lately.”Adrian stood there, dressed in a simple white shirt, his smile warm.The gunshot wound in his chest had not fully healed, but he looked stronger now — steadier.He walked slowly toward her, carrying a tray of breakfast.> “You don’t have to make breakfast for me every day,”Rosemary said, half embarrassed.> “I don’t make it for you,” he teased softly.“I make it so I can see your smile when you say ‘thank you.’”Rosemary rolled her eyes, though her lips curved upward.> “You’re getting qui

The late afternoon sky hung heavy with gray clouds over the city’s women’s prison.A wave of noise filled the air — reporters shouting, cameras flashing, microphones thrust forward.“Is it true Cassandra Valente is being released today?”“Did Adrian Deveraux personally authorize it?”The clamor grew louder as the iron gates creaked open.From behind them emerged a woman in a neat outfit, her steps poised, her smile faint but victorious — Cassandra.Her hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes calm and sharp, the look of someone who had just won a long, cruel game.Behind her stood a tall man in a gray suit. The moment he appeared, the cameras exploded in flashes.Adrian Deveraux.“Mr. Deveraux! Did you really sign Cassandra Valente’s release papers?”“Is this forgiveness — or a business move?”“What’s your response to the public outrage?”Adrian said nothing. His expression was stone, unreadable.He simply walked through the crowd, ignoring every question, while Cassandra walked beside hi

The night wind whispered softly through the garden of a luxurious mansion on the city’s outskirts. Dim garden lamps glowed faintly, illuminating the woman standing beneath a magnolia tree — Cassandra.She lifted her face toward the sky, inhaling the cool air with a sly smile curling at her lips.“Finally,” she murmured, “everything is unfolding just as I planned.”From the darkness, a man in a black suit emerged — Lucas, her most trusted confidant.“Phase one is complete,” he said flatly. “Adrian and Rosemary have separated.”Cassandra turned to him, her eyes sharp and gleaming.“Good. Now we move to phase two. This time, we’ll make Adrian lose everything — not just his love, but his trust in everyone around him.”Lucas nodded. “The forged documents are ready, just as you asked. They all look like they came from Rosemary’s hand.”Cassandra’s smile widened. “Perfect. It’s only a matter of time before Adrian starts doubting everything.”She walked slowly toward the mansion that had beco

The faint clinking of chains echoed through the interrogation room.Cassandra sat with elegant composure, her hands cuffed in front of her. Her long black hair fell loosely over one shoulder, partly concealing her calm, calculating expression. Across the table, two detectives watched her in silence as an audio recording from her preliminary hearing played again and again.But there was no fear in Cassandra’s eyes — only control, and the quiet gleam of a plan already in motion.“So,” one of the detectives asked, “you admit you had access to Adrian Montgomery’s company database?”Cassandra’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Access? Of course. I had legal clearance at the time. Adrian himself signed the authorization.”The other detective frowned. “But you used that access to frame Rosemary White and manipulate the company’s financial data.”“Proof?” Cassandra leaned forward slightly. “You have no proof. Only speculation and desperation.”Her smirk widened. She knew exactly how to dance