Once His Wife, Now His Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Wasn’t life just so funny?My husband was planning to lock me away and tell the world I was suffering from mental illness. While my adopted sister was planning to kill me in the very place he locked me in and then blame him for it.Tell me, wasn’t my life just like a drama script?A faint laugh almost slipped out as I leaned against the elevator wall, listening to everything she said.Life really has a way of revealing those who mean you harm. But for some reason, I didn’t feel the pain or hurt I thought I would.Hearing her talk about killing me… it didn’t do much.People far closer to me had done worse. So why should I be surprised that an adopted sister—someone I barely even knew—would do the same?Just then, her phone rang and she brought it out of her bag almost immediately as if she was expecting a call from someone. But as she checked the screen, she gave a disappointed sigh. And then took her time before she picked the call.“What is it?” She said immediately she picked the

The second our lips met again, It felt like a detonation. And I found my arm sliding around her as I returned the kiss with slow, deliberate intent—not rushing, because I wanted to savor every bit of warmth from her lips against mine. Her mouth parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped, vibrating between us. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, unhurried but insistent, until there was no space left between us—no distance, no restraint. Just heat. Just ache. And just the relentless pull I couldn’t fight.And I didn’t think I had ever felt anything like this with any woman.Only Charlotte was capable of making me feel this way.When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing very hard, like we had collided at full speed, our foreheads resting together.My gaze dropped to her lips which were now flushed, and swollen from my kisses, and a smile curved across her face.“I want you,” she whispered, her eyes soft, not just filled with desire but something

Flora choked.“How dare you?!” I roared, my voice echoing through the house. “How dare you show your face here after everything you’ve done?!”“Cl…yde…” she gasped, her hands clawing at mine, trying to pry my fingers loose.“You should have disappeared,” I snarled. “You should have stayed gone. You should have never even thought of coming back here!”“I…I..I’m sorry. I…rea…”Her eyes began to roll back.The color drained from her face.The fight in her grip weakened, her hands slipping from my wrist as the air and life began to leave her.For a moment, I just watched. Not wanting to dirty my house, with a cold flick of my hand, I let her go.She collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat, gasping desperately for air.I closed my eyes and took a few slow breaths, forcing the rage down.Because if I didn’t…I might actually kill her.“Tell me,” I said coldly, opening my eyes. “What exactly should I do with you now?”Flora, still on the floor, clutching her throat, struggling to bre

I suddenly felt arms slide around my waist, firm and possessive, and my body jolted before I could stop it—only for the tension to melt the second I realized it was him.A soft breath escaped me as I shook my head, almost at myself. Maybe it was because all of this still felt so foreign to me. Like I had stepped into someone else’s life.Because after getting married at 20…no man had ever touched me this way.And now Alex…Alex wrapped his grip tightly around me slightly, like he felt my thoughts slipping too far. His chin rested on my shoulder, warm and steady, while his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine through the mirror.“Did you like the dress?”“Hmm…” I set the dryer down slowly, my fingers lingering on the edge of the dresser as my teeth pressed into my lower lip. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”“And.”I blinked at his reflection. “It’s exactly my taste.”“And?” he pressed again.My brows pulled together as my mind started racing. What else did he want?I’d never been given so

****CHARLOTTE’S POV****“Allow me to introduce myself properly,” I said, my voice calm and clear as I let my gaze sweep across the table, a polite smile resting on my lips. “My name is Charlotte Harper, one of the employees of Wellington Company, and also…” I let the words linger for a beat, “I am Clyde Wellington’s wife.”For a second, silence fell over the room. All eyes were fixed on me, but I simply held my smile.Then,“His wife?” Director Lesley asked in surprise, leaning forward as he broke the silence.I gave a small nod.And murmurs followed immediately, people turning to one another.Some were shocked—they recognized me as one of the employees. Others whispered, asking, “Is she the one from the party?”I just kept my smile in place, letting it all wash over me.“But you’re Harper, so how…?” one of the shareholders questioned, confusion evident in his voice.“But you are Harper, so how….” one of the shareholders asked.“Yes, that's right. But that was because my dear husband