All Chapters of Once His Wife, Now His Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Apart from grandmother,” I continued, turning slowly, letting my gaze pass over each member of the family seated there, “which one of you has ever truly cared for me?” No one answered. Not a single person. “I want to know,” I pressed, my voice rising slightly. “Just one of you. Tell me what you have done for me that did not come with humiliation attached to it. The only person I owe anything to,” I said, my throat tightening despite my control, “is grandmother. And I will remain grateful to her for the rest of my life.” My eyes moved back to the rest of them. “But the rest of you?” I let out a quiet, bitter breath. “Apart from pain… servitude… and mockery—what exactly have you given me?” “I told you,” Diana’s voice rang out sharply from the side, her lips curling in disdain. “She’s nothing but an ungrateful bitch.” Something inside me stilled. Then, I let out a chuckle, “Yes, I am. And that is exactly why I’m here. To take back everything that was taken from me… and set t

“You this ungrateful bitch!” Diana's voice shot across the room at me. “ How dare you raise your hand.”But I didn’t even reply her. Just as she drew breath to continue, more hands began to rise.One by one, people started raising their hands.And soon, more than half the room had their hands in the air.“What are you all doing?”Lynn demanded, her voice shaking. “He already promised to repay it!”But no one even listened to her.And then, almost unbelievably—her own husband raised his hand too. The shock on her face was so raw, so complete, I nearly laughed.The announcer leaned into the microphone again. “Since the majority has voted in support of the dismissal, I hereby…”The doors burst open.Every head turned, including mine.A man stepped in, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, his presence calm but commanding in a way that immediately drew attention.“The Sinclair Group representative…” someone whispered.Clyde’s reaction was instant. Relief flooded his face so openly it was alm

“She has nothing to do with us,” my mother said, turning to Mr. Cornwall. “Whatever she’s done is entirely her responsibility. She has already been removed from any official capacity in the company.”“What do you mean she has nothing to do with you?”Licy cut in sharply. “Even if she no longer works here, she’s still your son’s wife, a member of this family. Whatever crime she’s committed reflects on all of you.”“Shut up,” I snapped. “You have no right to meddle in my family’s affairs.”I scoffed, irritation rising. “I can’t believe you’re letting an outsider speak on behalf of our family. If you want to destroy yourself, Charlotte, then do it alone. Don’t drag the rest of us down with you.”“Of course I will,” Charlotte said lightly. Then her lips curved into a strange, almost radiant smile. “After all… we’re family, aren’t we? So we’ll all fall and rise together. Isn’t that the family motto?”A chill passed through the room.“Oh my…oh my, I think she’s finally lost it,” Lynn exclai

I sat in the waiting room, anxiously tapping my feet against the floor. My fingers were intertwined, my head bowed, my jaw tight as I waited for the test results.Diana paced back and forth, the sharp sound of her nails biting against her fingers filling the room.“That bitch must be lying, she definitely has to.” she said with firm conviction. “She only said that because she knew Genevieve would choose you over her. And technically, Genevieve is the Sinclair heiress now. So she can’t afford you to have control of such power.”But that’s not true. It didn’t feel like that was the reason. My mind drifted back to that moment, when I held Charlotte’s hand as Alexander Vaughn gently lead her away. I had told her, that If she leave with him right now, then she would never see Genevieve again. Only for her hand to connect to my cheeks.Her eyes burned with rage as she looked at me.She told me, coldly, that she would make me pay for making her raise a child that wasn’t hers for six years… a

****CHARLOTTE’S POV***I heard his name before I even saw the screen. The news anchor’s voice cut through the quiet of the living room, and then Clyde’s face filled the television—his image plastered across a breaking news report about a car accident.It was reported that he was in serious condition and had been rushed to the hospital immediately, with no certainty that he would make it.But I knew he would.He couldn’t just die like that.God wouldn’t be that cruel to take him away before I’d made him pay for everything he had done to me.Alexander was beside me on the sofa. I felt him turn toward me before he even spoke. He had always been good at reading me, and I already knew what was coming the moment he opened his mouth.“Charlotte,” his voice was gentle. “Do you want to go?” he asked.But he was wrong this time. Because I really had no plan on seeing him. Well it might be nice to go there and mock him but I didn’t have that time.I looked at the screen for one more second, then