All Chapters of He Regrets After The Countdown to Our Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mellisa’s POVJosh moved like a man who knew he wouldn’t be stopped. He forced a path through the clustered bodies, and someone was right behind him like a shadow, who I suppose to be his PA. When Josh reached Tony, he shoved him hard enough to make the man stumble. With that, the whole hall seemed to inhale at once. For a second I worried Josh would go too far, but he didn’t. He stopped when his eyes found mine again for the second time after he got in, and the look he gave me this time was a quiet kind of ferocity, more like the kind that announces, ‘I’m here. I’ve got you.’“Melissa, are you okay?” he asked, his voice low.I nodded as my throat felt thick, you know that moment you least expected one to turn up and the person was right there, already demonstrating like your hero. When he stepped closer and put his hands gently on my shoulders, the touch was steady and grounding. “I’m fine,” I said, and meant it. Then I realized I had to say more. “But… Josh, what are you doing here?

Tony’s POVI was in the office, but my mind just wouldn’t settle. No matter how many times I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. I leaned back in my chair and let out a frustrated groan, grabbing the nearest pile of documents and tossing them aside. Papers flew across the table, fluttering all over to the floor.“Uhhhhhhh,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my jaw. “That filthy rat! Living off my company’s blood! And now she dares to walk away like I’m some trash that doesn’t matter?”I slammed my palm on the desk and leaned forward, shaking my head. “No, no, no… she doesn’t get to do this. Not after everything.”My voice echoed around the office walls. It was Saturday—of all days—and the office felt strangely hollow without her presence. Normally, by this hour, I’d hear her faint or let's say quiet humming she did when she thought no one was listening. I used to hate it. Now the silence was unbearable.“It wasn't an obsession because I can't even be obsessed wi

Mellisa’s POVI was already at my new office in M & J Company and I wouldn’t stop gushing over Josh’s intentionality in everything that had to do with me. From still being bent on coming back for me even after three years, to making me his partner automatically, down to having given the company our name initials — M for Mellisa and J for Josh.That my name came before his was something I couldn’t stop smiling about. Even though I hadn’t asked him yet, I could already tell in my heart that it was his way of saying, I see you first before anything else. One day, I’d ask and confirm it for sure, but for now, I liked keeping that sweet assumption to myself.My new office was beautiful — not in a loud or showy way, but in a way that whispered you belong here. Everything was polished and thoughtfully arranged. The walls were painted in a soft grey with hints of cream, the desk neatly placed beside a wide window where sunlight fell in long golden stripes. It felt warm, intentional and person

Mellisa’s POV“Thank you for the meal and for all of these moments. Since we reconnected and you saw me as a partner instead of an employee, it’s been the best time of my life,” I said, smiling as our glasses met in a soft clink.Josh’s eyes stared at me a little longer than I expected before he raised his cup. “To new beginnings,” he said with a grin.The air between us was warm, almost comforting. Dinner had slowly become our evening ritual as he always insisted on it, stating that it was his way of making sure I didn’t drown myself in work. I didn’t argue; it felt too good to be cared for again, to have someone genuinely interested in how my day went, not just what I achieved.I took a small sip from my glass, letting the sweet taste settle gently in my throat. The hum of the restaurant blended with the soft jazz playing in the background, ‘All of me by John Legend’ and for the first time in years, I felt… free. You know, I wouldn't stop thinking about how free I finally got.Nothi

Mellisa’s POVThe days were rolling into each other so fast that sometimes I forgot what day it was. At the company, all hands were literally on deck or as I liked to call them, my team, not just workers. We were creating something that had never existed in our world before. Every spark of an idea, every late-night brainstorm, every moment of trial and error had led us to this point, in turn bringing life to what we called the first humanized robot.It was strange how a single project could change everything. The air in the company felt different — alive, energetic and purposeful. No one came late, no one complained, and even the coffee in the break room tasted better than usual. It wasn’t just work anymore; it felt like a mission.And I could bet that Josh’s leadership had a lot to do with that. He didn’t rule over us, rather he worked with us. He’d walk into the lab, sleeves rolled up, that faint smile sitting comfortably on his lips, and just by being there, everyone became more fo