All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ethan: “I am…” The words sat heavily in my throat, like they refused to be spoken. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. Couldn’t tell her that I was getting engaged. That everything between us was standing on the edge of something irreversible. I had been trying to handle the situation quietly, trying to find a way to soften the blow, to make it hurt less but nothing was working. And I feel like telling her will solve all my problems. Her phone stopped ringing, the silence settling between us in a way that felt louder than any noise. Aria nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on me, expectant, waiting for me to say something. But I just shook my head. “I just want to say…Thank you for being a part of my life.” I forced a bright smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thank you,” she replied, mirroring my smile. She stared at me, her gaze sharpening slightly, suspicion flickering beneath her calm expression. I knew that look. She wasn’t convinced, at all. “I saw the v

(Third Person's POV) Elena had been sitting in her father’s study long before the call came through. The heavy oak desk, polished to perfection, stood between her and the door like an unspoken barrier, while the tall bookshelves lining the walls seemed to close in around her. Even the faint scent of aged paper and leather, something she once found comforting, now felt oppressive. She hadn’t come here just to sit. There had been a storm brewing inside her long before Lucien’s name lit up her phone screen. And when it finally did, her fingers had trembled as she answered, her heart already bracing itself for something she couldn’t quite name, but deeply feared. Her father had been there the entire time. He hadn’t interrupted. He hadn’t spoken to her. He had simply listened. Every word. Every silence. Every crack in her voice. And now, the aftermath hung thick in the air. Elena parted her lips, her throat dry, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She wanted to speak—to

Devi: My breath hitched as my entire body froze in place, like I had walked into something I wasn’t meant to see. Something I couldn’t unsee. Ethan shoved her away, immediately, the movement abrupt, frantic—like he had just realized he was standing on the edge of a cliff. “Devi...” he called, sounding a little breathless. “Ethan.” I called his name, my voice came out thin, strained, like it had been dragged through glass. I stared at him, my chest rising too fast, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as if it wanted out of my body. “She kissed me,” Ethan said quickly, his voice rushing over itself, desperate, defensive. Genevieve didn’t argue with me or Ethan. She didn’t look ashamed. She didn’t even look surprised. She just smiled, and I felt like grabbing her hair and hitting her head on the wall. Then she walked past me like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just lit a match in a room full of gasoline. My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides. “And yo

Ethan: “Damn it, Aria…” I muttered under my breath the moment her lips finally left his. For a second, just one second, our eyes met. And then she looked away. Like I wasn’t even there. Like I didn’t matter. Like I was something ugly and primal snapped inside me. I didn’t think about anything, I can't even think properly at the moment and I don’t care about consequences or who was watching or what this would turn into. All I knew was that I couldn’t stand there and watch her kiss another man like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. My feet were already moving before my mind could catch up. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the bodies I shoved aside, the curses thrown at me, the music pounding violently in my ears. None of it registered. None of it mattered. I grabbed the man's collar and yanked him toward me. My fist collided with his mouth before he could even process what was happening. A sharp crack. Gasps erupted around us. “What the hell?!” “Wh

Third Person POV: The news of Aria and Ethan’s argument had already spread like wildfire across the internet. What started as a single video had turned into something much bigger. It wasn’t just a moment anymore. It was a narrative. A scandal. A spectacle people couldn’t stop watching. Clips of the confrontation flooded every platform. Some were slowed down to capture every flicker of emotion on Aria’s face. Others zoomed in on Ethan’s expression, analyzing his silence, his anger, his restraint. Voices overlapped in comment sections, strangers arguing like they were part of the relationship themselves. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had chosen a side. "She cheated on her ex husband and even her boyfriend!" "It's his fault," "If I was in her place I'd have done the same thing, you kissed another woman and expected me to confront you after my ex husband cheated as well!" "We don't even know what happened, please stop dragging her!" "Fear woman! She cheated and wants to put the