Todos os capítulos de Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

“I did not do this!”Rosemary’s voice cracked in the small meeting room of her boutique. Her hand slammed against the wooden table, making it tremble. Lila, her assistant, flinched in shock, while two other staff members kept their heads down, their faces tense.The news of alleged illicit funds had already exploded across national media. One by one, major clients contacted the boutique—some postponing orders, others outright canceling their contracts.Lila tried to calm her, her voice soft. “Rose, we can’t just stay angry. People will keep believing it unless we show evidence to prove otherwise.”Rosemary stood, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. “Evidence? How am I supposed to prove something I never even did?”---That night, Rosemary went home late. The boutique’s lights were off, leaving only the dim glow of street lamps on her weary face. She walked slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind in chaos.On her phone, notifications of comments kept pouring in from

The rain poured hard that night, drenching the city streets. Rosemary stood behind the apartment window, staring blankly out at the wet world. Her eyes were swollen, her body weak, as if the whole world were laughing at her.There was a knock at the door.“Rose… please open. It’s me.”The voice made her heart beat faster. Adrian.Rosemary closed her eyes. “Go away! I don’t want to see you anymore!” she shouted hoarsely.But the knocking didn’t stop. It came harder. “Rosemary! I won’t leave until you hear me out!”Trembling, Rosemary stepped forward and opened the door just a crack. She looked at Adrian—soaked through, his face tense yet determined.“What else do you want to ruin, Adrian?” her voice shook. “Isn’t this enough?”Adrian hesitated for a moment, then looked at her with eyes wet not only from rain but from regret. “I didn’t come to ruin you. I came… to bring the truth.”---Rosemary snorted and tried to close the door, but Adrian caught it with his hand.“Let go!” Rosemary p

That night, Rosemary couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, Adrian’s face appeared—warm yet painfully familiar. His words echoed in her mind: “I will never let you go again.” She didn’t know whether to believe him. Her heart hesitated, torn between fear and longing. Somewhere inside her, the wall she had built for so long began to crack. Rosemary got up and stepped out to the small balcony. The night breeze carried the faint scent of rain. She gazed up at the dark sky and whispered, “Please… don’t make me regret this again, Adrian.” --- The next morning, her small boutique was once again filled with customers. Rosemary arranged fabrics on the shelves while Adrian helped move boxes from the back. He worked silently, but his presence filled the room with quiet steadiness. “Adrian,” she called softly. He turned to her. “Yes?” “You don’t have to be here all the time,” she said, forcing a calm tone. “I can handle things myself.” Adrian smiled faintly. “I know. But I

“Enough!” Rosemary slammed her hand against the table, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Lila, sitting across from her, flinched, nearly dropping the teacup in her hands. “Madam…?” Rosemary lifted her phone, its screen flooded with scandalous headlines about her. “Every single day they write as if I’m nothing more than some puppet in a soap opera. They say I’m desperate for attention. They say the accident was staged. I… I can’t stay silent anymore.” Lila glanced at her mistress’s pale face, still marked by the trauma of the accident. “But Madam, how? The media is merciless. Even if you tell the truth, they won’t believe you.” Rosemary clenched her jaw. “If I keep quiet, it means I’m letting them trample on my dignity. No—I will speak. I will face them.” Lila hesitated, then slowly nodded. “If that’s what you want… then I’ll be right by your side.” --- That afternoon, Rosemary stepped into a small conference hall at a hotel where a live talk show was about to take place. Her

“Markus, I can’t stay silent anymore!” Adrian slammed the newspaper onto his desk, his voice vibrating with fury. The headline screamed across the page: ‘Rosemary Accused of Stealing Old Adrian Corp Designs – Anonymous Source Reveals Shocking Truth!’ Markus, standing stiffly across from him, clenched his fists. “I told you, Adrian. This is Cassandra’s game. The timing is too perfect—just when Rosemary starts to rise again, suddenly she’s branded a thief.” Adrian dragged both hands down his face, his breathing ragged. “I know… but everyone believes it. The media, the investors—hell, even some of my staff are beginning to doubt her. Rosemary must be in agony right now.” “Then prove it.” Markus’s tone was sharp, almost cutting. “Don’t just stand here spitting anger. If you really want to help her, you need to uncover Cassandra’s schemes. Show the world who’s really behind this.” Adrian’s eyes lifted to Markus’s, and for the first time in a long while, determination blazed in them. “Y