All Chapters of Once His Wife, Now His Regret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Yes, Miss Sinclair. Just as your friend said, this…”Elena swept in before he could finish, her voice smooth as silk. “This kind of opportunity doesn’t come often, Charlotte,” she said, her hand moving up to mine as if assuring me.“Most people miss things like this because they only understand the value after it’s already exploded. In a few years, people will look back and wish they’d gotten in early.”Beside me, Lucy’s foot started bouncing beneath the table.Fast. And sharp.The heel of her shoe struck the floor in a relentless rhythm, each tap harder than the last. I didn’t need to look at her to know she was seconds away from snapping.Before she could say something reckless, I slipped my hand beneath the table and touched hers lightly. Her fingers were cold. She looked at me immediately, anger flashing behind her eyes, but I gave the faintest shake of my head.Please. Not now.We need her.And If throwing few money at some ridiculous investment was the price for getting informa

Lucy crossed her arms slowly.“Yes, I did. And I’ll do it ten more times if you don’t shut that filthy mouth of yours.”Alicia stared at her in outrage. “How dare you raise your dirty hand at me? Do you even know who I am?”Lucy lifted a brow.“I am Alexander Vaughn’s wif…” she wanted to say but then quickly stopped, her eyes shifting around onto everyone in the room until it landed on Alex’s cold gaze, which made her shiver with fear and swallow whatever she wanted to say.“Why? Continue. You are Alexander Vaughn’s what?” Lucy asked in a mocking tone and then she turned to me. “Didn’t I warned you? I said it from the beginning. I said this woman was a snake and you kept defending her, and she just stood there and looked Alex in the face and tried to put you under the bus.”Alicia pressed her hand harder against her cheek. Her eyes were wet again.“I am not using anyone,” she said, her voice thin and high. “I am not. I had no idea the girl she was talking about was my daughter.”“Wha

“Alex.” Charlotte's soft voice brought me back to the present.I took a slow breath and closed my eyes for a brief moment.“I’m sorry,” her voice came from behind me. “For earlier. For not seeing through her sooner.”I opened my eyes, not turning to look at her. “Don’t apologize,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault. I never told you anything about her.”And truthfully, I had never blamed Charlotte. The fault had always been mine. If I had told her the truth from the beginning, Alicia would never have been able to manipulate her so easily.But Charlotte had always been too kindhearted.Too willing to believe the best in people.She had wanted to save Lucy.That was all.She just simply didn’t understand that some people saw kindness as weakness. That people like Alicia would gladly use anyone, hurt anyone as long as it benefited them.Even their own child.That was the kind of monster Alicia was.She stepped on anyone standing between her and what she wanted without a shred of guilt

I watched her as she chewed on her lower lip in between her teeth like she was grinding an enemy to dust, her face set in cold, simmering fury.The sight of her like that, all fire and stubbornness — pulled a laugh from me before I could stop it.Her eyes snapped to mine. “Why are you smiling?”I shook my head, still fighting the grin tugging at my mouth. “Nothing.”She narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing me. After another second, she let out an annoyed huff and looked away. Then I reached over and flicked the top of her head lightly, barely enough to count as a hit.But she gasped dramatically. “Ah! That hurt!” Both hands flew to her forehead as though I had cracked her skull open instead of barely touching her.“What was that for?” she demanded, lifting her face to glare at me with the most wounded expression, bottom lip pushed forward into a full pout, eyes wide and accusing.I smiled again, then I caught her wrists and pulled her hands away from her forehead before drawi

***CHARLOTTE’S POV***They say every journey has its own beginning and its own end.For the first time in a long time, I believed that.Because Lucy’s sickness had been the longest, cruelest journey of her life— years of fighting, years listening to doctors deliver words that were supposed to be facts but felt more like sentences. Years of being told, quietly and carefully and with great professional sympathy, that she would not live past the age of six.And yet…Here she was.Alive.Sitting upright against her pillows with color finally returning to her cheeks, a tablet balanced in front of her while she laughed at something Alexander had just said over the video call.Her fingers curled around the edge of the screen loosely, almost protectively, like she was afraid he might somehow disappear if she let go.I stood near the window with a warm cup between my hands and watched her quietly.Lucy laughed again, bright and breathless, and the sound filled the room so completely it settled