บททั้งหมดของ Once His Wife, Now His Regret: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

After asking Lucy to list out everything she wanted to do today, I couldn’t help but laugh at how long the list turned out to be. Still, I promised her we’d do as much as we could and save the rest for another day.We visited three different places until we finally ended up at the park. And the moment we spotted an ice cream shop, we rushed toward it, hand in hand, and joined the queue. It seemed we were both craving something cold after all that walking and playing.When it got to our turn, I ordered two ice creams—two scoops for her, one for me. But she chose the strawberry ones which were only one scoop and that’s when I realized I should have asked her what flavor she wanted.I gave it to her and just as she took it, it started running down the side of her hand faster than either of us expected.Seeing her trying to stop it with her mouth, I quickly pulled a tissue from my bag and wiped her hand, then gently cleaned the edge of her mouth as we walked toward the park, where other

***CLYDE’S POV***I tapped my foot restlessly as I stared at my phone, watching the video views climb higher and higher like people were actually enjoying this.Ten million views!That number alone made my chest tighten.But the comments were worse. They weren’t just talking about me—they were dragging my entire family, tearing into my wife like she was some kind of public enemy. And the caption underneath, already shared over forty thousand times, only made it worse.“Sinclair heiress humiliated by Clyde Wellington’s wife at a private event.”“Wellington family drama unfolds as the sister-in-law slaps Clyde Wellington’s wife after humiliating the Sinclair heiress. Is this the beginning of the Wellington family’s downfall? The internet wants answers.”“Fuck…” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think, trying to come up with something—anything but my mind felt completely blank.I had done everything in my power to take the video down, but it was all useless. Every time one post got

On entering the kitchens fully, the scene that laid before me broke my heart. I saw Flora sitting on the cold floor near the cabinets, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she cried.For a second, I just stood there.All the anger I had been holding onto… it didn’t disappear, but it softened, tangled with something heavier.Guilt.I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down as I knew this wasn’t something anger would sort. Flora had always been gentle. Sensitive. She had never handled confrontation well, never responded well to raised voices.And whatever she did… she did it because she loved me. That’s why she was jealous of seeing me with another woman. I had known her for years and I had never seen her act like that before.So this… this had to mean something.I forced myself to stay calm as I walked closer and lowered myself beside her.She didn’t look up.I crouched in front of her, hesitating for a second before reaching out—but the moment my hand moved toward her,

I shook my head lightly. “No, I do,” I said softly, glancing back down at the plate in front of me. “It’s just… it looks a little too pretty to eat.”I picked up my fork and then took a bite. The taste caught me off guard— soft, slightly sweet, and buttery, with a clean, delicate flavor that melts gently in your mouth. I didn’t know why, but it tasted different from all I’d eaten. Maybe because it’s hand peeled by him.“It tastes really good,” I added, a genuine smile forming on my lips.Alexander watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable, and although I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind, he gave a small nod, a quiet chuckle escaping him before he went back to peeling the crabs with that same calm focus.“Do you come here often?” I asked.“No,” he replied simply, not even looking up.“Oh… I thought you’re one of their regulars. Considering how they just let…”“I own it.”I blinked “…You own it?”But how is that possible? It didn’t have Vaughn's logo. Then I felt

“That’s not true!” I snapped. “I’m perfectly fine.”“Alexander, you need to stop this,” another voice cut in. “The autopsy has already been done. It was an accident.”I shook my head, my chest tightening. “No. It’s all fake. Dr. Gilbert was bribed by her. Aunt Judy and her husband is the one who killed my…”The words never made it out before a hand struck my face. Hard. And the sound echoed through the room, followed by a suffocating silenceI slowly lifted my head, only to see grandfather’s infuriating gaze burning with fury.“My son died in an accident,” he said, his voice giving no room for any arguement.I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each of them—people who called themselves my family.And then I finally realized that none of them believed me.Anger surged through me, my hands curling into fists. But there’s nothing I could do. I felt small. Powerless.Like I was screaming into a void no one could hear.Not able to hold it any longer, I turned and walked out of the