All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The rain had been falling since dawn, washing away the city’s noise but not its poison.Rosemary sat alone in her darkened apartment, the only light coming from the muted television screen — flashing her face, her name, her humiliation on every channel.“…designer Rosemary Lane seen confronting hospital staff…”“…mental instability suspected after years of conflict with model Casandra Hale…”Her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t move. The calls came from everyone — Adrian, Markus, journalists, even her own staff.She had nothing left to say.When the knock came, it was soft but steady.“Rose?” Markus’s voice filtered through the door. “Please open up.”She hesitated, then finally unlocked it.Markus stepped inside, soaked from the rain, worry etched across his face. “You haven’t eaten. You’ve been sitting here for twelve hours. Talk to me, please.”Rosemary gave a hollow laugh. “Talk? About what? How I’ve become the villain again?”He crouched in front of her, searching her eyes. “We

The city skyline glittered under the evening rain, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt. Inside a luxurious penthouse on the 23rd floor, Casandra sat in front of a vanity mirror, her red lips curved into a faint, smug smile.On the surface, she looked calm — elegant even — but the tremor in her fingers betrayed the storm inside her.Her phone vibrated.“Speak,” she said coldly.A deep male voice answered, “You were right. She’s alive.”Casandra froze. “Who?”“Rosemary Lane.”For a moment, the world tilted. The glass of wine in her hand slipped, crashing to the marble floor. “That’s impossible. She’s dead. I saw the accident report myself!”The man hesitated. “Apparently, she survived… changed her name. She goes by Eleanor now — runs a small fashion brand in a coastal town. And Adrian… he found her.”The name Adrian made Casandra’s jaw tighten, her blood boiling beneath flawless skin. “He found her,” she repeated slowly, her tone laced with venom.“Yes, ma’am. He visited her yesterda

The night air was heavy with the scent of rain. The city glistened under the faint glow of streetlights as Adrian drove through the empty roads, the wipers sweeping away droplets that refused to stop falling. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.Every word Markus said replayed in his mind — “She lied. Like she always does.”He wanted to deny it. To believe that Casandra’s tears, her weakness, her supposed illness were all real. But the image of her on that footage wouldn’t leave his mind — the dark coat, the alley, the lighter in her hand.And then there was Rosemary.Her pale face, her trembling hands, her voice begging him to see the truth.He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, his jaw clenched.“Damn it, Casandra…” he muttered under his breath.He wasn’t driving home. He was driving to her.---Casandra’s penthouse glowed warmly against the dark skyline. Through the glass windows, she stood in front of a mirror, brushing her golden hair, humming softly. A glass of re

The rain hadn’t stopped. It drummed endlessly against the windows of Rosemary’s apartment, a haunting echo of everything still unresolved between them.Adrian stood by the door, dripping wet, his breath still ragged from running up the stairs. Rosemary handed him a towel silently, her eyes never leaving his face.“Are you sure it was her?” she asked at last, her voice trembling.“I saw the footage myself,” Adrian said, drying his hair quickly. “She was outside your door less than an hour ago.”Rosemary’s heart pounded. “But… why? She’s already ruined everything. What more could she want?”Adrian met her gaze. “Control. Power. Revenge. Casandra doesn’t stop until she destroys everything that threatens her image. That means you—and me.”Rosemary looked away, gripping her arms as a shiver ran through her. “I can’t live like this, Adrian. I can’t keep running from her shadow.”He stepped closer. “You won’t have to. I’m done letting her dictate our lives.”Her breath caught at his tone. Th

Rain drummed against the glass window of Adrian’s car as he drove through the empty streets of the city. The wipers swayed rhythmically, clearing the streaks of water, but nothing could clear the storm raging inside his chest.Casandra had vanished.And with every hour that passed, she was one step further beyond his reach.He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. “She’s playing a game again,” he muttered. “She always does.”Beside him sat Markus, his long-time friend and private investigator, eyes fixed on the map on his tablet.“She’s smarter than before,” Markus said quietly. “No credit trail, no phone pings, no social media. But… we traced a security feed from the old warehouse district. Someone matching her build entered a property registered under a false name—two days ago.”Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Then that’s where we start.”---Meanwhile, across town, Rosemary sat alone in what remained of her temporary office — a small space lent by a friend in the fashion i