All Chapters of He Regrets After The Countdown to Our Divorce: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mellisa’s POV“Hi, gorgeous, you look amazing.”Josh reminded me the moment we got down from the car and started walking toward the hall of the Innovation Conference.I had lost count of how many times he had said that since morning, but somehow, I still couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, darling,” I replied softly, trying not to blush as we joined the slow-moving crowd by the entrance.The evening air was rich with perfume, camera flashes, and the faint hum of chatter that surrounded every well-dressed figure gliding across the space. Josh had insisted we dress to match, and honestly, he outdid himself. I wore a sleek Turkish-designed red corporate suit…plain but perfectly tailored which was paired with a matching trouser that sat neatly at my waist. The jewelry was subtle but expensive, catching the light just enough to make a quiet statement. My shoes were a glossy pair of complementary heels, clicked rhythmically against the tiled floor.Josh, on the other hand, wore a simple bl

Mellisa’s POV“Well, I transferred halfway to Georgia Tech,” Sophia finally gathered guts from only God knows where and continued with all the confidence she could fake, “which has one of the best robotics research programs in the world.”Her voice came out too steady, too perfect… the kind of tone someone uses when they’ve practiced the line over and over in front of a mirror. And just maybe she did in her heart. I just folded my arms, watching her and I could tell she had taken all that pause not because she was nervous, but because she was looking for a believable lie. Anyway, that's typical Sophia.I let out a slow breath through my nose, forcing a half-smile. “Oh, that’s nice,” I said quietly. The words came out flatter than I intended, but I wasn’t in the mood to trade stories over who had the better academic portfolio. Deep down, I knew she was bluffing and the fact that she thought I wouldn’t notice almost made me laugh.But laughter wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a reacti

Mellisa’s POV“Behold! Morgan Group’s second-gen AI robot. Forty million dollars’ investment!”Tony’s voice cracked through the microphone, sharp and confident enough to slice the attention in the room right in half. With that, heads turned immediately. All eyes followed his hand as he pointed toward a team of people in sleek uniforms pushing in something covered with a thick white veil.Even before I could clearly see it, the shape gave it away—a humanoid frame, solid shoulders and a hint of metallic edges beneath the fabric. My chest tightened, not from intimidation but from a mix of curiosity and irritation. Theatrics…you know Tony always loved theatrics and it's good that he is giving one to himself, big time.“Whoop wow!” someone shouted, and a few others clapped. The sound of excitement rippled through the crowd. Investors craned their necks and of course, cameras flashed.Tony caught that wave of attention and surfed it like it was his own show. “Developed under chief engineer

Mellisa’s POVThe hall went silent the moment our robot appeared from behind the curtain. And myself couldn't help gushing over this creativity and so you could imagine how others must have felt. For a brief second, I swear you could hear the faint hum of its internal system echoing through the room in a steady, calculated, and confident manner. Then, with one smooth motion, it stepped forward.Each step was so fluid that even I had to blink twice. The way its arms swung naturally by its sides, the way its head turned slightly, scanning the room with those blue optic sensors — it was like watching a human being walk down a runway. There was no stiffness and no mechanical stutter. It just continued walking in grace and control.And as it reached the center of the stage, the spotlight caught the sheen of its titanium skin which was sleek, chrome-silver and polished to perfection. You could mistake it for a real person dressed in a futuristic armor suit. Even the slight tilt of its head

Tony’s POV“Idiots!” I roared as I slammed the door open and stormed out of my office. My voice echoed down the hallway, sharp and unforgiving. “Do you people even understand what humiliation feels like? Because I just experienced it in front of the entire industry!”The few employees I passed quickly ducked their heads or pretended to look busy. Papers trembled in the hands of a junior engineer as he tried to move out of my way and you know, I didn’t care. I was still seething from that disaster of a conference.The innovation presentation was supposed to be our victory — Morgan Group’s grand moment to reclaim dominance in the robotics sector. Instead, it had turned into a circus act. And the highlight? My rival’s-Melissa’s- robot landing a punch that became the headline of every tech outlet overnight.I reached the secretaries’ office and threw the folder in my hand across the room. Papers scattered midair before landing. “A pile of bolts and excuses!” I spat, my chest rising and fa