All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Rosemary?”The voice made Rosemary turn from her small worktable. She had been examining scraps of fabric left from the fire, trying to sort out which could still be saved. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the figure standing in the doorway of her boutique.Cassandra.The woman stood elegantly in a simple white dress, her face adorned with a sweet smile as if no hatred had ever existed between them.Rosemary frowned. “What are you doing here? I don’t recall inviting you.”Cassandra stepped in unbidden, her smile unfaltering. “I just want to talk. Don’t worry, I didn’t come here to cause trouble.”Rosemary shot her a sharp look. “You’ve caused enough trouble in my life already. If you’re only here for small talk, the door is still wide open.”Cassandra chuckled softly, closing the door gently before walking closer. “You’re always so fierce, Rosemary. I understand why Adrian is so captivated by you. But I didn’t come to fight. I came to… make peace.”“Make peace?” Rosemary almost

“No, I mustn’t give up again.”Rosemary whispered to herself as she stared into the remaining mirror in the small workspace of her damaged boutique. Her eyes were swollen from a night of crying, but behind that look there was a spark that was beginning to flare again.Her assistant, Lila, came in wearing a worried expression, holding the latest newspaper. “Sis Rose… the media is still writing badly about you. They say you’re jealous of Cassandra and staged drama to attract public attention.”Rosemary grabbed the paper and skimmed it. Her face tightened, but this time she did not cry. She exhaled slowly. “If I stay silent, they’ll trample me to death.”Lila hesitated. “So what will you do? Cassandra controls the media, she has huge connections… even Adrian is still often seen with her.”Rosemary closed her eyes for a moment. The pain stabbed her, but when she opened them, her resolve was clearer. “If Cassandra uses slander to bring me down, I’ll fight back with the truth. I won’t stoop

“Lila, hurry! Make sure all the gowns are in place!” Rosemary’s voice was firm, though her face showed deep exhaustion.Backstage was buzzing with chaos. Models rushed around, makeup artists scrambled with brushes and palettes, and organizers hurried to arrange the audience seats. The tense atmosphere pressed down like a heavy weight.Lila ran over with the checklist in hand. “Everything’s ready, Sis! But… I’m still worried. This collection was finished in such a short time. What if—”Rosemary cut her off with a burning gaze. “There is no what if. We’ve been trampled long enough. Tonight, I must stand tall.”---On the other side of the hall, Cassandra sat in the VIP section. A sly smile curved her lips as media cameras flashed toward her.“This will be Rosemary’s last night. Let’s watch how she humiliates herself,” she whispered to her assistant.The assistant looked uneasy. “But Madam… rumor has it Rosemary prepared a new collection. People are curious.”Cassandra scoffed. “Curious?

The dim light of the hospital room was accompanied only by the steady beeping of the monitor. Rosemary’s grandfather lay weak on the bed, oxygen tubes fixed to his nose, his eyes opening briefly before sliding shut again. Silence wrapped the room until a soft knock came at the door.“Excuse me… may I come in?” Cassandra’s voice floated in, gentle, dripping with pretense.The nurse on duty turned. “Family?”Cassandra offered a warm smile. “A family friend. I came because I deeply care about his condition.”Rosemary’s grandfather slowly opened his eyes. Though frail, he tried to smile. “Who… are you?”Cassandra stepped closer, taking a seat beside the bed. She lowered her head, her voice softened to its sweetest tone. “I’m Cassandra, a friend of Adrian’s… and Rosemary’s. I heard you were unwell, so I wanted to visit.”The old man’s gaze trembled faintly. “Rosemary… she’s doing well, isn’t she?”Cassandra hid the sly curl of her lips, keeping her face veiled in false concern. “That’s why

“Rosemary!”The heavy voice echoed through the hospital corridor. Rosemary, who had been sitting beside her grandfather’s bed, jolted in surprise. Her swollen eyes turned toward the doorway—and there stood Adrian, his face pale, his eyes anxious, his breath uneven.“Adrian…” Rosemary whispered hoarsely. But before she could say more, another voice cut through sharply.“You still have the nerve to come here?!” Aunt Clara’s glare was sharp as steel, her face flushed with anger.Adrian froze for a moment, swallowing hard. He stepped inside, trying to approach. “I didn’t come to stir up trouble. Markus told me… that Grandfather Rosemary’s condition had worsened. I—I only wanted to make sure he’s all right.”“All right?!” Daniel, Rosemary’s cousin, snapped with a mocking tone. “Do you think Father is all right after hearing the news about your marriage to Rose falling apart because of your affair? Do you not realize this is all your fault?”Adrian’s brows furrowed, his voice rising. “That’