Todos os capítulos de He Regrets After The Countdown to Our Divorce: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Melissa’s POV“Honey, do you like how my outfit looks for the signing?”It was a gentle question, more like a soft attempt at getting his attention, a small moment of warmth that I should’ve known better than to expect.What I got in return was a hot, undiluted slap that stung my skin and echoed through the room and I'm turn sent ripples down my spine. My head snapped to the side and abruptly my breath caught somewhere between shock and resignation. This was my husband — or rather, the man who wore the title like a crown but treated me like an unpaid servant.I pressed my palm to my cheek, feeling the sting spread. His eyes burned with the same disgust I’d seen too many times to count.“Don’t act coy with me,” Tony sneered, his voice sharp enough to slice through the whole room. “Just because you tricked my mother into marrying me doesn’t mean I’ll allow trash like you to carry my child.”His words landed harder than his hand. My lips parted, but no sound came out. As I wouldn't dare

Melisa's POV I managed to look up, holding my cheeks from the hot slap I just received like a gift from him. The sting spread across my skin like wildfire, and for a second, all I could hear was the ringing in my ear and the faint murmurs of people around. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady.“The company which was ‘signing venue’ is not very close to here. But I care to know, why the urgent call?” I asked, trying to keep my tone polite, even though my voice trembled slightly. Maybe I just wanted to confirm if the slap was really necessary, but deep down, I already knew the answer. It was never about reason with Tony—it was about control.He didn’t even blink or flinch. His expression stayed cold, like he hadn’t just raised his hand against me in front of people. “You know, nothing much.” He paused, then clapped his palms together dramatically, pretending like he’d just remembered something. “Oh! Anyway, you’re right on time, right? My shoes are dirty.”He

Melissa’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I heard was a tender voice which felt calm and low, almost whispering beside me.“You were glowing three years ago,” the voice said softly, “so full of visions and dreams that we planned on both achieving together. Now, you’re covered in bruises.”For a moment, I wasn’t sure if it was real or just part of a dream. My eyelids felt heavy, like they’d been glued shut. The voice carried something familiar — something that pulled me closer to consciousness. Then a gentle touch brushed my arm which seemed all warm and careful, like whoever it was didn’t want to hurt me.My eyes fluttered open with the bright hospital light stinging a little. Yeah, I could predict it was a hospital with the environment and I instantly recalled that I passed out because of some allergic reaction. I squinted, trying to adjust. At first, everything was blurry with the faint hum of machines and the smell of antiseptic. But when I finally turned my head, my breath cau

Melissa’s POVEverything about today feels like freedom.You know that kind of day where your chest feels lighter even before the sun rises? That’s what this morning felt like because it's D-Day. The one I’ve been counting down to for three years. The day everything which includes pain, humiliation and fear will finally stop having a hold over me.I stood before the mirror earlier, fixing the last strand of my hair, staring at a reflection that almost didn’t look like me anymore. I looked tired, sure, but I also saw something else in my eyes which was peace. The quiet kind that comes when you know you’ve already made up your mind and nothing can shake it.But to think of it, Tony might hate me, but his mother had always been the only warmth to my soul in this marriage. And for that alone, I made myself a promise today that I would make sure the Morgan Group remained stable. Even if I walk away from it, it will still stand tall for the next ten years. With that, myconscience would be c

Mellisa’s POVI could still see the shock rippling across his face, and that alone fueled me. I didn’t even stop immediately because I wanted him to feel it, like every single bit of it. My palms stung, but it felt nothing compared to what he deserved. I added three more slaps before he could even blink. Every time he tried to lift his head, another one landed across his face. The sound of it echoed sharp and clean like thunder cracking through silence.By the time I got to the fourth, my breath came heavy. My chest burned though, but my heart felt light for the first time in years. Watching him stumble back with eyes wide and his mouth hanging open almost made me laugh. He never saw it coming, of course he didn’t. He’d spent too long believing I’d always stay quiet, that I’d keep enduring and maybe keep folding myself smaller just to keep him calm.But not today!Now, I could feel my hands trembling, not from fear, but from the rush of finally snapping the chain. I had already made p