All Chapters of My Cheating Husband Regretted Everything After I Married a Powerful Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She knelt before Angela and spoke through her pain. “Mr. Turner had my grandfather sent overseas. He’s gravely ill, and he’s lost both arms. I don’t know how he’s supposed to survive out there. I… I didn’t have a choice but to do what he ordered.”Angela didn’t blame Annie, but she would never use her again.“Go. Those pieces of jewelry have your fingerprints all over them. They disgust me. Take them and get out.”Annie bit down so hard on her lip that blood marked her skin.“Miss Bailey… after my grandfather passes, I’ll come back and beg for your forgiveness.”Angela wasn’t someone who cried easily, but the moment Annie turned away, tears slipped down her face as she clutched the hem of her shirt.Donald truly knew how to strike where it hurt.Chip engineering demanded extreme precision, and investments in the tens of millions were normal. A single stain on a developer’s record could end a career.He never planned to throw her or Annie in prison.He simply waited for the scandal of

Angela drifted down the street like a ghost.She tipped her head back, but the rain and mist stung her eyes until she could barely keep them open.Tears or rain—she couldn’t tell—kept sliding down her cheeks.A matte-gray Panamera stopped in front of her, the window rolling down to reveal Nina’s nauseating smile.“Angela, your car’s a nightmare to drive. I’ll tell Donald to dump it at the junkyard.“And really, I don’t like taking what other people throw away. Some things were always meant to be mine. And what isn’t mine? I don’t want it even if someone hands it to me, like that shabby dress you’re wearing.”Nina’s grin twisted into something vicious. She reversed ten meters, then shot forward.By the time Angela realized what she planned to do, it was already too late.The tires cut through the puddles, launching a wave of muddy water that drenched her from head to toe, soaking her dress and hair until she was unrecognizable—just soaked and humiliated.Nina shrieked with laughter. “An

“I need your spot to get inside the gala. I’ll pay you forty thousand. How about it?”The server’s eyes widened in disbelief.Twenty minutes later, Angela slipped smoothly into the venue.Night had just fallen when Nina arrived with Donald at her side.Angela remembered how Donald used to hate these showy, socialite events, and never let her attend them.However, now…Nina was the treasure he couldn’t bear to part with.“Donald, everyone here looks so elegant and glamorous. If you weren’t with me, I’d honestly be nervous.”Donald brushed a few loose strands from Nina’s forehead. “It’s your first time at an event like this. Of course, I’m staying with you.”Nina leaned sweetly against his shoulder. “It’s so good having you here.”Angela watched them with cold detachment. Beyond the hatred, there wasn’t a ripple left inside her.The Turner family carried weight in Northhaven; at events like this, flattery and fawning were inevitable.Donald couldn’t slip away easily, so Nina said she’d w

Leon lowered his gaze, his eyes settling on her flushed, parted lips.He didn’t move, but the warmth in his expression kept rising.They were so close that he could see everything clearly.Behind Angela’s tear-rimmed eyes was an urgent, lost, helpless light— a soul adrift.Leon’s throat tightened as he swallowed. “Angela, you’re drunk.”He started to pull back, but Angela lifted her head, her scent brushing against him.Her arms looped around his neck, dragging him down hard toward her.Their lips met.It was pressing, clinging, and tangling, like sinking into the curve of a protective shell, warm and safe.…Morning came. Angela woke staring at the ceiling, dazed for a moment.Hadn’t she gone to Secret Haven to drink? How did she get back to the hotel? When?She pushed herself upright and noticed her clothes had been changed, her phone was charging on the nightstand, and a glass of honey water waited beside it.Rubbing her aching temples, she washed up and stepped out when she heard

Both of them instinctively moved to shield the other, each reaching out and grabbing the other’s shoulder.Their eyes met, both momentarily stunned.Angela reacted first. “Dr. Wright, I have something to deal with. We’ll talk next time.”Leon hadn’t even answered when he suddenly felt his hand empty.He turned and saw Angela heading straight for the V-wing suites.…Gracewell’s standard rooms were private singles, but the V-wing suites were full luxury.The double doors stood wide open, as if “welcoming” whoever dared to walk in.Angela crossed the sitting area and stepped inside.Nina was half-reclined on the hospital bed, Donald and Nelson seated on either side of her.All three stared at Angela from the moment she entered until she reached the foot of the bed, like a tribunal waiting for her to take her place.Angela tossed her bag down at Donald’s feet with a hard thud and, without a word, began unbuttoning her shirt.Her movements were sharp and decisive, without a trace of hesita