All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“I won’t hide anymore,” Rosemary’s voice cut through the silence, steady and sharp like a blade.She stood before the mirror, her face pale, eyes swollen from nights without sleep. Yet her reflection was no longer that of a broken woman—it was steel forged through fire.“Rose, are you sure?” Hana asked anxiously from behind her. “The media’s insane right now. They’ll tear you apart with their questions.”Rosemary drew in a deep breath, forcing calm into her shaking chest. “That’s exactly why I have to speak. If I stay silent, their lies will become the truth.”“But the photos… the video—everyone believes it,” Hana whispered.“They believe because Casandra and Damien wrote the story,” Rosemary said, her gaze hardening. “Now, it’s my turn to rewrite the ending.”She straightened her white blazer, hiding the trembling of her hands. Around her neck hung a small pendant—her late grandfather’s gift. The last fragment of a time when her world was still gentle.---The hotel conference hall w

Night slowly descended, wrapping the city in a blanket of amber lights that shimmered on the rain-soaked streets.Rosemary walked aimlessly, her worn coat barely shielding her trembling body. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and every step felt heavier — as if the earth itself refused to carry her weight.The soft buzz of her phone kept echoing in her pocket, but she no longer cared.Comments. Insults. Mockery.Every word cut like a blade through her chest.“Enough…” she whispered shakily. “I’m tired. I just want to disappear.”She kept walking toward the old terminal at the edge of the city, planning to leave everything behind — her job, the city, her past. She wanted to vanish, like fog dissolving under the morning sun.But then, voices broke through the silence behind her.“Hey… isn’t that Rosemary Devaux?”“Oh my God, it is! The one who slept with that hotel boss!”“What a shameless woman! Still daring to show her face in public?”Rosemary lowered her head, quickening her pace.

The rain hadn’t stopped that evening. The sky hung heavy and gray, the air damp and cool. From her penthouse window, Casandra stared at her reflection in the mirror — flawless skin, red lips, a silk gown draped elegantly on her frame. Yet her eyes were sharp and burning, dark with fury.“I gave you everything, Adrian,” she whispered to her reflection. “And now you kneel before the woman who humiliated you in front of the press?”Her voice trembled with rage. A second later, she hurled her diamond bracelet at the vanity. The crash echoed through the apartment like a thunderclap.Behind her, her assistant, Elisa, entered cautiously, clutching a phone.“Ms. Casandra,” she began, her tone hesitant, “the marketing team from Adrian’s company just posted a picture... It seems Mr. Adrian sent lunch to Rosemary’s boutique again.”Casandra turned abruptly. “What?”Elisa held out the phone. On the screen was a cheerful photo of Adrian’s staff posing in front of Rose Atelier, with a caption:> “P

The steady beep of a heart monitor echoed softly through the sterile white room. The faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air.Outside the window, the morning sun was climbing over the city skyline, but Rosemary felt none of its warmth.Her eyelids fluttered open. The first thing she saw was the white hospital ceiling—then Adrian’s exhausted face beside her bed. He sat slouched in a chair, dark circles under his eyes.“Rose…” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You’re awake?”Rosemary blinked several times, trying to piece together where she was. “Where… am I?”“In the hospital,” Adrian said gently. “You collapsed last night at the club. I got there just in time.”Her throat felt dry. “You… saved me?”He nodded. “Someone set you up. When I arrived, a man was trying to take you away. I stopped him and brought you here.”Rosemary stared at the ceiling, her face unreadable. “And now everyone probably thinks I’m some desperate, drunken woman again, right?”Adrian fell silent.She let o

“Stop, Cassandra! I’m serious!”Damien’s sharp voice cut through the air, echoing across the luxurious penthouse. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his control thinning after holding back his anger for far too long.Cassandra turned slowly from the tall barstool where she sat. Her crimson lips curved into a mocking smile.“Stop?” she repeated softly, swirling the wine in her glass. “You make it sound like I’ve committed a crime, Damien. I’m only… making sure that cheap woman gets what she deserves for what she did to Adrian.”“Deserves?” Damien’s voice trembled with restraint. “Rosemary never did anything to you! All of this chaos—every rumor, every threat, every public humiliation—it all came from you! You’ve crossed the line, Cassandra.”Cassandra let out a short, harsh laugh—cold and bitter.“The line? There are no lines in love, Damien. There are no limits when someone tries to steal what’s rightfully mine. Adrian is just… lost for a while. And I’ll make him remember who tr