บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Wife Became Beautiful After Divorce : He Regrets: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Several months passed so quickly that even Sheena herself sometimes couldn’t believe the life she was living now.That morning, a large studio in Berlin was filled with spotlights and crew members moving back and forth. Professional cameras were lined up neatly, while several other models sat waiting for their turn. However, the main attention that day was focused on one name.“Hellena Catrine is ready in the dressing room,” said a production assistant.The producer nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, we’ll wait for her to come out.”Behind the dressing room door, Sheena stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was styled neatly, her makeup elegant—far from the simple impression that used to cling to her. An ivory-white gown fit her body perfectly, highlighting the major transformation she had achieved over the past few months.Sheena looked at her own reflection and smiled faintly.“If my ex-husband saw me now, he would definitely be shocked,” she murmured softly.A knock sounded on the

The night in Los Angeles felt quiet to Sheena.She sat on a chair near the hotel room window. The city lights shimmered in the distance, but her mind was nowhere near them. Her hand tightly gripped her phone. The screen had been dark for a long time, yet she still didn’t put it down.It had been several days since she returned to this city, and one name kept circling endlessly in her mind.Who else but her biological son, Ghani.Sheena took a deep breath. “I just want to know how he’s doing,” she murmured softly, as if defending herself.She finally pressed a number.Not long after, a man’s voice was heard from the other end. “Hello, Miss.”“How is it?” Sheena asked without small talk.“As you requested, we have discreetly gathered the information,” the man replied carefully. “Ghani Daxon is currently still hospitalized.”Sheena closed her eyes. Her chest felt tight. “Why?”“Stomach issues and exhaustion. His condition is more stable now, but he still needs medical supervision.”Sheen

The wall clock inside one of Los Angeles’s exclusive restaurants showed exactly four o’clock in the afternoon. The atmosphere inside was calm and elegant, with soft instrumental music playing quietly in the background. At one of the tables near the window, Gevan Daxon was already seated neatly in his dark suit.He had arrived early. An old habit he always maintained, especially when it came to important business matters.Gevan glanced at the watch on his wrist.“Four fifteen,” he murmured quietly.He straightened his back and folded his hands on the table. His expression remained neutral, yet something had begun to bother him. Fifteen minutes had passed, and the person he was waiting for had not arrived.A waiter approached politely.“Would you like to order a drink first, sir?”“Just water,” Gevan replied briefly.The waiter nodded and walked away.Gevan checked his watch again. He let out a slow breath. In his life as the CEO of Daxon Group, there were very few people who made him w

The apartment door opened slowly. Sheena, who had just finished placing her phone on the kitchen table, immediately turned her head. Her eyebrows lifted when she saw a man standing at the doorway with a wide smile.“Julio?” Sheena froze for a few seconds. “What are you doing here?”Julio closed the door and took off his jacket. “Surprise.”“Why didn’t you tell me first?” Sheena stepped closer, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. “I could have picked you up.”Julio chuckled softly. “If I told you first, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”Sheena let out a breath and shook her head slowly. “You really startled me.”Julio stepped closer. “That was intentional.”Sheena looked at Julio’s face, trying to read his expression.“I missed you,” Julio answered honestly.Sheena fell silent. Before she could say anything, Julio had already pulled her into his arms. Sheena’s body tensed reflexively, but then she allowed herself to lean against Julio’s chest.“I couldn’t hold myself back,” Julio sa

Hellena’s black car had just left the television building area when a luxury sedan suddenly sped up from behind.“Miss Hellena, that car is chasing us,” her personal driver said while glancing at the rearview mirror.Hellena lifted her head from her phone. “Who is it?”“Mr. Daxon’s car,” the driver replied. “He’s overtaking from the left.”Hellena clenched her jaw. “Keep driving.”However, Gevan had no intention of backing down. He pressed the accelerator, overtook from the right, then sharply turned the steering wheel until his car stopped right in front of Hellena’s vehicle, forcing it to brake abruptly.“Bastard,” Hellena muttered.Her driver slowed down and stopped. “I’m sorry, Miss. I couldn’t avoid him.”“It’s fine,” Hellena replied coldly. “Stay inside.”But before the driver could say anything else, Gevan’s car door had already opened. The man strode quickly toward Hellena’s vehicle.“Stay here,” Hellena said firmly, then opened the door and stepped out.When Gevan saw Hellena