All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Mr. Damien, wait! You can’t enter the meeting room without permission!”Adrian’s secretary called out in panic as Damien pushed open the glass doors of the main conference room at Adrian Corp that morning.But Damien didn’t care. His face was tight, his breath unsteady. In his hand, he clutched a thick file—creased and worn from how tightly he had been gripping it all the way there.Adrian, seated at the head of the table surrounded by managers and directors, immediately stood up.“What the hell is this, Damien? Have you lost your mind barging in like this?”“I need to speak with you, Adrian,” Damien said quickly, his voice low but resolute. “It’s important. It’s about Cassandra.”The room fell into instant silence. The mere mention of that name was enough to drain the warmth from the air.Adrian sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration.“I don’t want to hear anything about her right now. If this is another one of your baseless—”“This is not baseless!” Damien slammed the file onto

Damien stared at his laptop screen, his jaw clenched tight. One by one, photos appeared—shots of Rosemary sitting on her balcony, crying quietly in the dark. The images were clear, taken from a distance, and every angle made Damien’s blood boil.“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath, his fists curling until his knuckles turned white.The photos had been sent by one of his contacts inside Adrian Corp’s private security network.The message attached was short, but it said everything he needed to know:> “This isn’t Adrian’s doing. Cassandra ordered it.”Damien exhaled sharply. He had suspected it all along. Cassandra wasn’t the kind of woman who stopped once she gained the upper hand. She didn’t just want to ruin Rosemary’s reputation—she wanted to destroy her completely, piece by piece.He grabbed his phone and dialed Adrian’s number.The line clicked, and Adrian’s voice came through, confused.“Damien? What’s going on?”“I know everything, Adrian,” Damien snapped. His voice was like

“Don’t just stand there, Damien! The fire’s spreading!”Rosemary’s voice cracked through the downpour, her breath ragged, body trembling from the cold. Panic burned in her eyes, brighter than the flames behind them.Damien grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the collapsing house. “We have to go! They could come back any second!”Rosemary turned to look — the small house that had felt safe only hours ago was now nothing but burning timber and choking smoke. Tears, mixed with rain, streaked her soot-stained cheeks.“You think we can keep running like this, Damien? They won’t stop until I’m destroyed.”Damien’s eyes hardened, his voice low but resolute. “Then we stop running. We start fighting back.”Rosemary blinked at him, stunned. “Fight back? You want to go to war with Cassandra? She has power, money, influence! And us…”She looked down at herself — her torn clothes, shaking hands, and face marked by exhaustion.“…we don’t even have a place to go home to.”Damien stepped closer, m

“Rose, are you sure you want to do this alone?” Damien’s voice was heavy, barely audible over the hum of the car speeding through the dark night.Rosemary sat in the passenger seat, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. Her hands clutched a brown folder — the one they’d found in Leo’s abandoned office — containing the first real evidence that could take Cassandra down.“I can’t keep hiding, Damien. If I don’t act now, everyone will believe I’m guilty forever.”Damien exhaled sharply, glancing at her. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again. Cassandra isn’t like other people. She has money, power, and political allies. You know that.”Rosemary stared straight ahead, her voice steady. “Maybe she has all of that. But she doesn’t have a conscience. And I… I still have the truth.”The car stopped in front of an old building — once Cassandra’s design studio. The lights outside were long dead, but faint illumination flickered from a second-floor window.Damien frowned

“GET THOSE REPORTERS OUT OF MY BUILDING!” Cassandra’s furious scream echoed across the entire office floor. Her hands trembled with rage as the television continued to replay the video that had exposed all her lies. One by one, her investors were pulling out. Calls from sponsors flooded in—each demanding explanations, each threatening to terminate their contracts. “Ms. Cassandra,” her secretary stammered, pale with fear, “the media is waiting in the lobby.” “Tell them to leave! I’m not talking to anyone!” Cassandra shouted, grabbing a stack of documents from her desk and hurling them to the floor. The terrified secretary quickly backed away, leaving Cassandra alone with her reflection in the mirror. Her once-perfect face looked unrecognizable—smudged eyeliner, disheveled hair, wild, bloodshot eyes. “This is all because of her…” she hissed. “Rosemary Claire. That woman destroyed my life.” But beneath her fury, fear was beginning to creep in. Her phone rang again—the number fla