บททั้งหมดของ Regret After Divorcing His Wife : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“Ma’am, did you hear?” Mila ran into the workroom clutching a tablet, her face anxious. “The gossip sites are saying you’ve been accused of copying Cassandra’s designs. The story is already spreading.”Rosemary, who had been arranging patterns, froze; her fingers hovered uselessly in the air. “Copying…?” she repeated softly.Mila nodded quickly. “Yes — and the source is obvious: Cassandra. She made a vague comment on last night’s TV interview. She said, ‘Some people out there aren’t ashamed to copy ideas just to survive.’ Everyone immediately linked that to you.”Rosemary drew a long, heavy breath; her chest tightened. “She will never stop, will she? Whatever I do, Cassandra always finds a way to bring me down.”Mila sat beside her, eyes bright with resolve. “But this time we can’t stay quiet, Ma’am. If we keep letting this go on, your reputation could be destroyed for good.”Rosemary stared at the gown sketch on her table. Her heart warred between exhaustion from fighting and the urg

“Ms. Rosemary… please, just eat a little.”Mila placed a bowl of soup in front of her employer, who sat stiffly in the chair by the window. Rosemary’s eyes were empty, staring out as if her entire life had burned along with her boutique.“I’m not hungry, Mila.” Her voice was hoarse, barely audible.“M-Ma’am… you haven’t eaten in two days. Just drinking water won’t keep your strength up,” Mila pleaded, nearly in tears.Rosemary shook her head weakly. “What’s the point of being strong? There’s nothing left to fight for. Everything is gone.”Mila fell silent, her chest tight as she watched the woman who had once been so strong now crumble into despair.---Suddenly, the apartment doorbell rang sharply. Mila rushed to answer it, only to freeze in shock.“Cassandra?” she hissed sharply.The woman stood there elegantly in a bright red dress, a cruel smile painted across her face. “Oh, so it’s true. The great designer now lives in such a small apartment.”Rosemary turned slowly, startled and

“Mrs. Rosemary, please wake up… just for a moment.”Mila gently shook Rosemary’s pale body as she lay motionless on the bed.Rosemary blinked slowly, her eyes heavy and hollow. “Why should I wake up, Mila? The world out there doesn’t want me anymore.”Mila bit her lip, fighting back tears. “That’s not true. Look at this, Ma’am.” She lifted her phone and played a video.A wave of cheers and chatter burst from the screen: a famous celebrity was being interviewed on the red carpet. A dazzling gown sparkled on her figure, and when asked who her favorite designer was, she answered confidently:“Rosemary. She’s a genius. No one can match the detail of her work.”The crowd erupted with applause, while social media comments scrolled below—filled with praise.Rosemary stared at the screen for a long time, her chest tightening. “That’s… one of my old designs. A gown I made before everything fell apart.”Mila nodded quickly. “But people still remember you. They still love your creations, Ma’am.

“No! I can’t let this keep happening!”Cassandra’s voice thundered through her studio, filled with rolls of luxurious fabric. Her hands crushed a fashion magazine that displayed a glowing celebrity in a gown designed by Rosemary. The actress’s face beamed with praise, while Rosemary’s name stood boldly beneath the photo.“What’s wrong with this world?! Why do they still admire her after all the ugly gossip I’ve built?” Cassandra hurled the magazine to the floor.One of her assistants dared to speak softly, “Madam Cassandra, maybe it’s better if we focus on the new collection. The fashion world changes quickly, who knows—”“Silence!” Cassandra’s eyes flashed with a deadly glare. “Do you think I’ll let her steal the spotlight again? Never! Rosemary must fall… this time for good.”---That night, Cassandra sat with a glass of red wine in her hand, her gaze empty on her laptop screen. She dialed a number—a gossip journalist she knew.“Yes, I’ve got hot material,” Cassandra said with cold

“I can’t let this happen…”Cassandra whispered to herself in front of the mirror, her usually confident face now fractured with cracks of fear. Her fingers gripped the edge of the vanity so tightly her knuckles turned white.The image of Adrian’s doubtful eyes, no longer filled with trust, haunted her thoughts.“No… I won’t lose to that wretched woman,” she snarled under her breath.---That afternoon, Cassandra sat in a luxurious café with a man in a gray suit. His face was unfamiliar, but the glint in his eyes was sharp, conniving.“So, what exactly do you want me to do?” the man asked, leaning closer to keep their voices low.Cassandra slid on her sunglasses, hiding her taut expression. “I want Rosemary ruined… and I want it done so no one can trace it back to me. I don’t care how. Spread rumors, create fake stories, do whatever it takes. What matters is that her name is smeared in public.”The man smirked faintly. “Rumors are easy. People prefer a dramatic lie over a boring truth.