All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

*The Next Morning* Ethan: The silence in my room felt heavier than usual. It wasn’t peaceful, it was suffocating and empty, not filled with Aria’s warmth. I stood in front of the mirror for longer than necessary, fingers working mechanically as I adjusted the cuffs of my black suit. Every movement felt rehearsed, like I was preparing for something far more permanent than just a visit to my parents’ house. The fabric sat perfectly on my shoulders, Unlike me. My reflection stared back at me, calm on the surface, but my eyes betrayed everything. It was filled with restlessness, conflict, and rage carefully buried under obligation. "A fake engagement." The words still taste bitter in my mouth. If this was what it would take to save Aria, then fine, I would do it. I would play along, smile when expected, stand beside a woman I couldn’t stand while waiting for the right moment to tear the truth open. I exhaled slowly, dragging my fingers through my hair. “I’ll get you out,” I mu

Aria: I shut my eyes tightly, as though darkness might offer me mercy. For a second, I allowed myself to believe it had all been a nightmare, that when I opened them again, the cold iron bars would be gone, and I would be walking out of the cell freely. But when my lashes fluttered open, nothing had changed. No officer had come. No keys had rattled. No gate had creaked open to grant me freedom. I was still here, trapped within the same suffocating cell, the same oppressive silence wrapping around me like a noose. And worst of all, I was not alone. Madden is with me, this bastard that doesn't want to leave because of his life. The very sight of him sitting there, so at ease in a place that felt like it was slowly choking the life out of me, made something sharp twist inside my chest. He leaned lazily against the wall, his posture far too relaxed for a man behind bars, as though he belonged here or perhaps as though the world outside these walls was no better than this. “The

“Please, just drop the gun,” Ethan said, his voice low. “We’ve already got what we came for. Let’s leave. There’s no need to escalate this any further.” But Devi didn’t move. Her arm remained extended, unwavering, the pistol still aimed directly at the officer. Her eyes were sharp, blazing with restrained fury and her gaze never left his face, as though she could see through him, strip away every lie he had tried to hide behind procedure and authority. “You think this is over?” she said coldly, her voice filled with disbelief. “You think I’m just going to walk away after everything he’s done? After the way they dragged her in here like she’s some criminal?” “Devi,” Ethan tried again, a little more force behind his tone this time. “We’ll deal with that. Not like this.” “Not like this? What's going on with you?” she echoed, her lips curling slightly. “Then how, Ethan? By sitting in this stupid man's office and having polite conversations while they forge evidence and manipulat

“ Answer me, Is it until I plant my baby inside you before you finally believe that I love you?” he said, his voice low, almost rough with frustration. Aria’s breath hitched.Her heart didn’t just skip, it lurched painfully, his words had reached the depth of her heart. “You...you have no idea how scared I am to lose you,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. Her fingers curled slightly against his shirt, like she needed something to hold onto. “Do you even know what it felt like there? Not knowing if I’d see you again...not knowing if you were still mine...” Ethan’s expression broke completely. His hand came up slowly, cupping her cheek like she was something fragile, something he had almost lost. “I was losing my mind,” he admitted quietly, his thumb brushing under her eye. “Every second you weren’t with me...every second I couldn’t hear your voice...couldn’t touch you...couldn’t look into your eyes…” He let out a shaky breath. “It felt like s

Devi’s knees hit the floor with a dull thud. The sound echoed faintly in the quiet apartment. She was too weak to feel anything. Her body leaned forward slowly, almost collapsing, as her trembling fingers reached out to the frame in front of her. Ethan’s smile stared back at her. Her fingers traced the edge of the glass, dragging downward slowly and lovingly. “I watched you…” her voice came out in a whisper, fragile but laced with something darker beneath. “I watched you love her…” Her lips trembled. Her breathing grew uneven. “I watched you kiss her…” she continued, her grip tightening against the frame. “I watched you choose her…” “I WATCHED YOU LOVE THAT BITCH!” she screamed, the sudden outburst tearing through the silence like a blade. Tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks now, her shoulders shaking, her hand slammed against the frame, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she clutched it to herself possessively. “I’ve always loved you…” she cried, her voice dripp