Todos os capítulos de Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Impossible… she’s on the headlines again!”Cassandra threw the fashion magazine in her hands, its glossy pages scattering across the floor. Rosemary’s photo, wearing her masterpiece gown, shone brightly on the cover, her victorious smile stabbing straight into Cassandra’s heart.She paced back and forth in the apartment, her face flushed with anger. “Always Rosemary! Always her being praised, while me? I’m nothing but… a shadow!”The door creaked open. Adrian stepped out of his study, his shirt wrinkled. “What now, Cassandra?”Cassandra spun around, her eyes sharp. “Don’t you see? The world worships her! And you—you still look at her with admiration, don’t you? I’m sick of it, Adrian! How long must I live in her shadow?”Adrian sighed heavily. “This isn’t about you or her, Cassandra. This is about work.”“No!” Cassandra stormed closer, jabbing his chest with her finger. “For me, this is about love. You’ve never truly seen me, because Rosemary’s shadow still lives in your eyes. And no

“Adrian… I need to talk to you right now!”Cassandra burst into Adrian’s study without knocking. Her face was pale, her breath ragged as if she had been running. She clutched her small bag so tightly her knuckles were white, and her eyes were restless—unable to meet his directly.Adrian, seated behind the large desk, regarded her coolly. “What now, Cassandra? I don’t have much time.”She stepped closer, her voice trembling. “I… I know Rosemary just came here. She accused me of all sorts of things, didn’t she?”Adrian sighed and leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. “So you knew she would accuse you?”Cassandra swallowed hard, tension etched on her face. “Of course I did. That woman… she’s always looking for reasons to bring me down. I can imagine the lies she’s told you.”Adrian frowned. “She said you went into her boutique and ruined a fabric worth millions with paint. That’s what she said.”Cassandra flinched, then grabbed Adrian’s hand urgently, her voice pleading. “Adrian! You

“Mrs. Rosemary! Come look at this now!”Mila’s panicked voice shattered the hush of the boutique. Rosemary, still slumped in her chair, jolted upright—her tears not yet dry.“What is it, Mila?” she rasped.Mila ran in carrying a laptop, her hand trembling as she tapped the keys. “I just checked the CCTV footage, like you asked… and—”The screen showed a clear image: Cassandra entering the design room, glancing left and right, then unrolling a bolt of rare silk. Minutes later she lifts a can of paint from the corner—and splash! Paint splatters across the multimillion-dollar fabric.Rosemary covered her mouth, her heart pounding. “My God…” she whispered.Mila looked at her, grave. “This is proof, Ma’am. Cassandra did this. We can’t stay silent.”---Across town, Adrian sat in his office, his face drawn. Cassandra stood beside him, still feigning sorrow.“Adrian, I’m terrified Rosemary will keep fabricating lies about me,” she murmured, trying to grip his hand.Adrian pulled his hand awa

“Rosemary! Please, explain first!”Mila’s shrill voice broke the quiet morning as she stumbled breathlessly into the workshop, clutching a tablet in her hand. Rosemary, who had been checking a finished seam, looked up in surprise at her assistant’s panicked expression.“What is it, Mila? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”Mila dropped the tablet onto the table. The screen lit up with a glaring online headline in bold letters:“Adrian Back with Rosemary? Love Drama Behind Adrian Corp’s Revival!”Rosemary froze. Her eyes immediately scanned the article, filled with paparazzi shots—Adrian lifting fabric at her boutique yesterday, and her own face caught staring at him.“What is this…” Rosemary whispered, her voice trembling.Mila pointed at a paragraph with a shaking finger. “They’re claiming you and Adrian have reconciled, even hinting that all of Adrian Corp’s financial losses will be covered by his ‘old flame’—you.”Rosemary shot to her feet, her chair clattering to the floor. “No! T

“Mrs. Rosemary… please, just eat a little.”Mila set a steaming bowl of soup on the worktable. But Rosemary only stared blankly, her eyes swollen, her face pale. The once steady hands that crafted masterpieces now trembled helplessly.“I’m not hungry, Mila,” she whispered. “Everything would taste bitter anyway.”Mila clenched her jaw, then sat beside her. “You can’t go on like this. If you collapse, the people spreading those lies will truly win.”Rosemary turned her head, her glassy eyes glistening with tears. “They’ve already won, Mila. Look at the news, look at the comments. Everyone believes I’m ambitious, power-hungry, even plotting against Adrian. Everything I worked for is gone.”Mila shook her head firmly. “No, ma’am! That’s all slander. Clients who know you, the team that’s worked with you—they know who you really are.”Rosemary sighed deeply, her voice breaking. “But the world doesn’t care about the truth, Mila. The world only cares about appearances. And right now, all they