All Chapters of Darling Husband's Regret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camille sat at the head of the long conference table. June was on her right, Miguel on her left. The biggest wholesalers from the neighboring city sat in the other chairs. They all wore expensive suits and looked very serious.One of the main clients leaned forward and spoke first.“As the largest wholesalers in our region, we are happy to make C&A Sardines our main supplier. But we have one important condition. We don’t want the normal tin containers. We want glass containers. Glass looks more elegant and premium on the shelves.” “Glass containers?” Camille raised her eyebrows a little.“Yes,” another client said. “Our customers now want things that look more expensive. Glass feels cleaner and higher quality. Tin feels cheap.”“I understand why you want glass for the look, but shipping to your city takes ten hours by truck and glass breaks easily.” Camille leaned forward, keeping her voice steady. “On those roads, the chance of jars cracking is very high. If even one jar breaks, th

Camille dragged herself into her bedroom, shoulders heavy from the long, stressful day. The meeting with the wholesalers had drained her completely. The demand for glass containers was turning into a logistical nightmare — overtime for the workers, new machines that weren’t fully ready, and the constant fear that one broken shipment could ruin everything she built. She kicked off her heels, tossed her bag onto the chair, and collapsed onto the edge of the bed with a long sigh.The door creaked open.“Momma, you're home!” Adrian’s sweet voice filled the room. “Hi, my love.”Camille looked up and her tired face immediately softened into a warm smile.Adrian ran straight to her, he was putting on his pajamas, and climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his small arms around her neck and hugged her tightly.“Is Momma tired?” He asked, his voice soft and concerned.“Very, very tired, sweetheart.” Camille admitted, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head.Adrian climbed behind her on

It was already 3pm. Adrian was fully ready and dressed in a cute light blue polo shirt and shorts, his hair neatly combed. He stood in the living room, practically bouncing on his toes with excitement. Camille was still in her bedroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror. She had tried on a sleek black dress, turning left and right, checking how it looked from every angle. She frowned. “No… not suitable.” She muttered, pulling it off. She tried another, a light pink one — then another in navy blue. Nothing felt right. She stared at her reflection, hands on her hips, and let out a frustrated breath. She gasped suddenly, realizing what she was doing. “It’s just a family date for Adrian! Not a party with Roderick!” She scolded herself out loud. “Why am I putting so much effort into this?” She bit her lip, feeling silly. After a moment, she went back to her closet and pulled out a simple but elegant white sundress. It was knee-length, made of soft flowing fabric with de

"Taylor!" Camille yelled her name as she glared at the her with pure, unfiltered contempt.Taylor blinked innocently, tilting her head. “Did I say something wrong? I just wanted the kids to know about each other. They’re siblings, after all.” “Adrian, let’s go.”Camille didn’t waste another second. She reached down and took Adrian’s hand firmly.“But Momma—” Adrian started, looking between his parents with wide, confused eyes.“Now!” Camille said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She pulled her son away from the table, walking briskly toward the path that led back to the villa. Adrian kept glancing over his shoulder, but Camille didn’t slow down.Taylor watched them leave with a satisfied glint in her eyes. The moment they were out of sight, Roderick’s hand shot out and gripped her elbow tightly, yanking her closer.“What the hell was the meaning of that?! How did you know I was here?!” He growled, his voice was low but vibrating with barely contained rage. “Will you stop yell

Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, his small hands still holding his mother’s. His voice was quiet and shaky as he finished explaining everything.“That’s what happened, Momma. I’m sorry.”Camille stared at him for a long moment, her heart still racing from the fear that had gripped her earlier. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, but the worry and anger leaked through anyway.“Adrian,” She said, her tone firm but laced with exhaustion. “You should never have gone to the shore by yourself in the first place. What if you had drowned and we couldn’t find you? I was worried sick. Do you understand how scared I was? You’re only three years old. The ocean is dangerous. You could have been swept away, and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything to save you.”Adrian’s eyes filled with tears again. He looked down at his lap, his small shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Momma. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I just wanted to get Aria’s headband for her because it was her f