All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria: “I… I wouldn’t dare again,” I cried out, my voice breaking under the weight of everything I felt the fear, desire, love tangled so tightly I couldn’t separate them anymore. “Good.” His lips brushed against my throat, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine before he finally pulled away. He lowered me carefully onto the wet floor, the shower still cascading over us, water sliding down our skin in warm streams.Oh, I love this man so much. I never truly thought I'd love him this much. Jesus, I don't even wanna lose him.After letting go of a toxic marriage, I found him and he has been the best thing that happened to me. “I love you,” he murmured, his fingers gentle as he tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. A soft smile spread across my lips, my arms still wrapped loosely around his neck as if I didn’t trust myself to let go. My mind drifted back to last night, to the way everything between us had shif

Lucien’s POV My mother’s death did not come with a warning. There was no slow unraveling, no fragile decline that would have prepared me for the inevitable. It came like a blade in the dark. One moment, she existed in the world as she always had, untouchable, composed, powerful and the next, she was nothing more than a lifeless body being wheeled away under a white sheet. And I felt nothing. That was the strangest part. Not the silence of the house that once carried her presence. Not the hushed voices of the staff who avoided my gaze as though grief were contagious. Not even the cold, clinical confirmation of her death echoing in my ears like a verdict I had no right to question. No, the strangest part was the absence of tears.Maybe because we're not on good terms before she died. After all I already cut all ties with her before she left the world. I stood there as they carried her away, my hands buried deep in my pockets, my posture rigid, my expression carved into something

Lucien: Stepping out of the mansion felt like stepping into a different world entirely, a world where everything looked the same but nothing felt the same. The air was still, the sky stretched wide and indifferent above me, and yet something about it all seemed off. Like the world hadn’t gotten the memo that mine had just ended. The gates stood open, the guards posted as usual, the driveway spotless, the fountain still running like it always did but my mother was gone. And somehow, everything had the audacity to continue as if she had never existed. It hasn’t hurt me yet but I know I'll still be hurt. I barely made it down the steps when I saw her. Elena. She stood just outside the mansion, her figure framed against the tall iron gates, her hair swaying slightly with the wind as though she had been standing there for a while. Waiting. The moment her eyes landed on me, relief and desperation flickered across her face and before I could even process why she was here, my brow

“This isn’t about us,” I said after a moment, forcing my voice to be calm. “This is about finding who killed my mother.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re sure it’s not me?” she asked quietly, but there was something dangerous underneath the softness. “I’m certain, I trust you, I know it's not you.” I replied, without hesitation. She held my eyes longer this time, searching, dissecting, as if she could peel apart every layer of me and find the truth buried underneath. As if she was trying to decide whether I was worth believing again. “Then get me out,” she said finally. I didn’t respond. I just stared at her, really stared this time. At the way the dim light caught in her eyes, at the exhaustion she was trying so hard to hide, at the woman I had once known so well that silence between us never felt like this. God, I missed this. Sitting across from her. Watching her. Knowing her, talking to her. And knowing I had ruined it, I messed everything up. Her expression changed alm

(Third Person POV) Devi let out a slow, heavy sigh as she leaned back against the edge of the table, her arms folded tightly across her chest as though she were trying to hold herself together. The weight in her mind had refused to ease and it was beginning to claw at her patience. Every lead they thought they had unraveled into something worse. Every answer only dragged up more questions. And at the center of it all was Aria. It made Devi’s chest tighten. “I don’t like this,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to anyone else. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her arm, a sign of the agitation she was trying and failing to hide. Across from her, Ethan watched her carefully, his expression tense, brows drawn together as if he were trying to piece everything together in his head. He had been unusually quiet, which in itself was alarming. Then finally, he spoke. “I think we should start following Genevieve’s movements.” Devi’s head snapped up immedia