All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The sound of rain tapping against the hospital windows was steady, almost hypnotic. Rosemary stood outside Casandra’s room, her reflection wavering in the glass as her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.Inside, she could see Adrian sitting beside Casandra’s bed, his hand gently holding hers. The dim hospital light softened his features, but to Rosemary, it looked like the world had turned upside down.Her heart twisted painfully. That should be me beside him. Not her.She closed her eyes, fighting the heat of tears. But the more she tried to calm herself, the clearer her doubts became. Something didn’t add up.Casandra’s “tumor,” the perfect timing of her fainting spell, the convenient sympathy she earned — it all seemed too well-orchestrated.Rosemary took a deep breath and whispered to herself, “If she’s lying again… I’ll find out.”---The next morning, Rosemary returned to the hospital under the pretense of delivering documents for Adrian’s assistant. She wore a neutral expr

The morning sun rose cold and gray, casting pale light over the city skyline.In Rosemary’s small studio, the air smelled of coffee and exhaustion. Stacks of fabric, sketches, and unfinished garments filled every inch of space — symbols of a woman still fighting to rebuild her name.Rosemary stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out blankly at the street below. Her assistant, Mira, entered quietly, holding a folder.“Miss Rosemary… you might want to see this,” Mira said softly.Rosemary turned, her eyes weary. “What now?”Mira placed the folder on the table, biting her lip. “Two more investors just pulled out. That makes five in total.”The words hit Rosemary like a blow to the chest. She blinked, trying to steady herself. “Five?” she repeated, her voice trembling.“Yes,” Mira nodded. “They didn’t give any clear reason. Just… said they’re no longer confident in our direction.”Rosemary sat down slowly, feeling her knees weaken. “No confidence?” She gave a bitter laugh. “That’s wh

he sirens grew louder, their wails slicing through the night.Rosemary stood frozen near the window, watching as two police cars stopped in front of Adrian’s office building. Blue and red lights danced across the glass, painting her pale face in flashes of color.Adrian cursed under his breath. “She really did it.”Markus moved to the door. “We can still get out the back—”“No,” Adrian cut him off. “Running will make her look guilty. We face this head-on.”Rosemary turned to him, her voice trembling. “Adrian, if I’m arrested… everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for—it’s over.”Adrian stepped closer, his expression firm. “Then we fight it. Together.”The door burst open before she could respond. Two officers entered, followed by a stern-looking detective in a dark suit. He held up a warrant. “Rosemary Gray? You are under investigation for corporate fraud and embezzlement. We’d like you to come with us for questioning.”Rosemary’s heart pounded. “This is a mistake! I didn’t do

Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of Adrian’s penthouse, but the warmth of it couldn’t touch the cold tension inside. Rosemary sat at the long dining table, a cup of untouched coffee before her. Adrian stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and controlled.“Freeze her accounts. All of them. I don’t care if they’re under aliases—track every transfer from her clinic.” His tone was sharp, calculated. “I want Casandra with no place left to hide.”He hung up, exhaling hard. His reflection in the glass looked nothing like the calm businessman he once was—it looked like a man ready for war.“Adrian,” Rosemary said quietly, “you can’t keep doing this alone. She’s not just manipulating you anymore. She’s manipulating the system.”He turned toward her, his eyes dark with determination. “I won’t stop until she can’t touch us again.”“She’ll come after you harder,” Rosemary argued. “You saw what she did last night.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Then let her try.”

The apartment was silent — too silent.Rosemary sat on the edge of the couch, still in the same outfit from the press conference. Her hands trembled as she stared at the photo splashed across every news portal: Adrian holding Casandra, while she stood behind them, eyes wide and broken.The caption beneath it read:“Jealous Designer Causes Public Scene — Casandra Hale Collapses in Trauma.”Her phone buzzed again, another wave of notifications and hate messages flooding the screen. Monster. Jealous witch. Try harder next time, maybe she’ll really die.Rosemary dropped the phone to the floor. “They’ve already decided who I am,” she whispered.Adrian came out from the other room, sleeves rolled up, his face drawn and tired. “I told you to stay off the internet.”She laughed bitterly. “Why? So I can live in denial while the world destroys me?”“Rosemary—”“No!” She stood, her voice shaking. “You stood there, holding her. You made it look like I hurt her again!”“I didn’t—” Adrian stepped f