All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND REGRET! (I married his billionaire step brother): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Natalie's Arrest Charlotte sat at the breakfast table, staring down at her cup of coffee, though she wasn’t drinking it. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and her mind was racing.Across from her, Elaine was watching her carefully. Charlotte could feel Elaine’s gaze on her, waiting for her to say something.Finally, Charlotte took a deep breath. "I'll be going to the police station today."Elaine nodded immediately. “That’s a good idea.”Charlotte swallowed hard. "I should have done it sooner. I let myself get caught up in everything, Jasmine, Astor, the contract marriage, Susan’s endless schemes. But now, I know what I need to do."Elaine reached for her hand. “You were scared, Charlotte. And rightfully so. You’ve been through hell.”Charlotte let out a shaky breath. "No more waiting. No more being afraid. Natalie killed my mother, and she’s going to pay for it."Elaine squeezed her fingers. "You won’t be doing this alone. I’ll go with you."Charlotte gave her a small smile.

Natalie's FallNatalie walked slowly, every movement carefully calculated. She sat down, crossing her legs, and lifted her chin.Graham approached. “Mrs. Walker, did you poison Lillian Walker?”Natalie let out a small, mocking laugh. “Of course not. This is absurd.”Graham nodded. “Then how do you explain the footage?”Natalie shrugged. “It’s a misunderstanding. I was merely adjusting the drink. Perhaps the real poisoner knew how to frame me.”Clarkson stood abruptly. “So you’re claiming you were framed?”Natalie smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”Clarkson stepped forward. “If that were true, why did you try to flee when you were arrested?”Natalie’s expression flickered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “I was scared.”Clarkson scoffed. “Or guilty.”Natalie clenched her jaw.Clarkson turned to the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, this woman is a liar. We have footage. We have forensic proof. We have her desperate attempt to run. There is no doubt, Natalie Walker murdered L

A Bounce Back To Reality Susan’s stomach churned. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly powerless. “What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “You’re delusional if you think I’ve done anything wrong.”Astor’s eyes darkened, and he took a step forward. “Don’t play games with me,” he said, his voice laced with fury. “I know about the financial fraud. I know about the manipulation. You’re behind it all, aren’t you?”Susan’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried, but even she could hear the weak tremor in her voice.Astor’s gaze turned cold, his jaw tightening. “You think you can lie your way out of this? You think you can get away with everything you’ve done?”She backed up, instinctively trying to put some space between them. “I…Astor, you’re wrong. My mother…”“Your mother’s dead, Susan,” he interrupted harshly. “And now I’m going to make sure you pay for everything you’ve done.”His words sent a chill down her spine.Su

A Catch UpAstor stepped out of Charlotte’s house happy.Charlotte hadn’t completely forgiven him, but she had listened. She had looked at him, really looked at him, and seen his pain, his regret.That was enough for now.As he got into his car and drove home, his mind was still reeling from their conversation. He had bared his soul to her, told her everything about that fateful night that had haunted him for years. The shame, the fear, the mistakes. She hadn’t immediately turned him away, which meant there was hope.But as he pulled up to his mansion, his expression darkened. There was still unfinished business.Susan.The woman who had caused so much destruction. Who had nearly torn his life apart with her lies, her deception, and her insatiable greed. Who had manipulated him into marriage, stolen his money, and tried to ruin the one person who had ever truly mattered to him.His patience was gone.Slamming his car door shut, Astor marched inside, his jaw tight, his fists clenched.

Susan had been pacing back and forth for nearly an hour in an old house, her mind running wild with schemes. The television played in the background, flashing images of Astor Harrington’s latest public appearance, an image of a man at the height of his power, untouchable and unbothered. Susan scoffed, gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “That arrogant bastard," she muttered under her breath. Everything had crumbled before her eyes, her mother was dead, her money was gone, and worst of all, she had been humiliated. Banished. Tossed away like she was nothing. But she wasn’t done yet. She refused to let Astor and Charlotte win so easily. If she was going down, she was taking them with her. With a deep breath, she scrolled through her contacts, stopping at a name that made her lips curl into a wicked smirk, Judah Blackwell. Her ally. A man who didn’t care about ethics, only about the highest bidder. And right now, Susan was more than willing to p