All Chapters of Darling Husband's Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Camille Lockhart wondered, not for the first time, what a truly married couple looked like. Did the wife wake up to warm arms and softer kisses? Did the husband look at her like she was the only woman breathing on earth? Or was marriage simply this — two strangers sharing the same expensive cage, breathing the same air but never truly knowing what love really is?The sound of the walk-in closet door opening pulled her from her thoughts.Her husband, Roderick King stepped out, fully dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist like it had been sewn onto his body. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his sharp jawline caught the light as he adjusted his cufflinks. He looked like a Greek god who had decided to walk among mortals — devastatingly handsome, coldly distant, and completely untouchable.Camille’s heart gave its usual traitorous flutter before reality settled back in like a stone in her chest.“I’ll be home late,” He said, voice deep and

“A divorce?” Roderick asked like he didn't hear her the first time. “Is this some kind of joke? Not a good time to play silly games with me, Camille.”Camille lifted her chin, even as fresh tears burned her eyes. “I said I want a divorce. Does that sound like a joke to you, Roderick?”He stared at her for a long moment, his dark eyes narrowing as if trying to read a foreign language written across her face. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled — a low, mocking sound that sent chills down her spine. He shook his head, taking off his wrist watch with casual arrogance.“A divorce?” He repeated the word like it tasted ridiculous. “If you’re that upset about the dinner, I’ll make it up to you.”“I don’t need you to make it up to me!” Her voice cracked with raw emotion. “I’m fed up! I want out of this horrible marriage!”“Horrible?” Roderick’s eyebrows shot up. He tossed his watch onto the bed and turned to face her fully, towering over her in the dimly lit bedroom. “I give you everything. Yo

Roderick’s black Bentley rolled smoothly into the villa’s courtyard. The chauffeur quickly stepped out and opened the door for him. Roderick emerged, adjusting his cufflinks, still carrying the faint scent of Taylor’s perfume on his skin. He expected silence and order, the way things always were.Instead, a maid came running toward him the moment he stepped inside, her face pale with panic.“Sir! Sir, please—”“What is it?” he snapped.“Madam Camille is gone.”Roderick froze. “What do you mean, gone?”“She’s missing from the east wing suite where she slept. All her things… her clothes, her jewelry box, even her personal documents — they’re gone from the master bedroom too.”For a moment, the words didn’t register. Then rage, hot and blinding, surged through his chest. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached.“Gather every single worker here,” He growled, voice low and dangerous. “Now.”Within minutes, the entire staff — maids, cooks, gardeners, and security personnel stood lined up in t

The next morning, Camille walked down the grand staircase in a simple but elegant cream-colored dress that hugged her figure softly. Her hair fell in loose waves over one shoulder. Roderick stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting. The moment he saw her, he went completely still. His dark eyes traced every inch of her, the way the dress moved with her hips, the glow of her skin, the hesitant expression on her face. For a second, he looked genuinely mesmerized, like he was seeing her for the first time.“You look beautiful." He said quietly, voice deeper than usual.Camille paused on the last step, searching his face for the lie, but surprisingly, she found none. They were going to his office together like he requested last night, since he had an important meeting to attend. “You sure you won’t be bored? I can reschedule if you’d rather we go somewhere else.” “It’s fine.”She shook her head.He stepped forward and placed a possessive hand on her waist, pulling her closer. Camill

Three weeks had passed, and for the first time in their marriage, Camille felt something dangerously close to hope.Roderick had been trying — really trying to keep their marriage. He came home early most nights, canceled late meetings so she wouldn't fall asleep before he got home, took her to dinners, and touched her like she was something precious instead of convenient. He listened when she spoke and always asked about her day. She had quietly dismissed the lawyer she’d hired for the divorce because, for once, she didn’t want to leave. She hadn’t even heard him mention Taylor’s name in all that time. Part of her wondered if he had finally ended things with her. She kept telling herself she would ask him later, when the fragile peace between them felt a little more solid.Right now though, she stood in the downstairs guest bathroom, heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. Her period was two weeks late. She had bought the test in secret yesterday and hidden it here