All Chapters of Darling Husband's Regret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Camille stepped into her bedroom, exhausted from the long day. She kicked off her heels, peeled off her dress, and let it fall to the floor. She stripped completely naked, grabbed her phone, and walked into the bathroom. She placed the phone on the stand beside the shower, turned on the water, and stepped under the warm spray.The warm water cascaded down her body, soothing her tense muscles. She closed her eyes, letting the steam fill the room. Just as she reached for the soap, her phone rang. Without bothering to check the caller ID, she answered and put it on speaker, placing it back on the stand.“Hello?”“Camille.” Roderick’s deep voice filled the bathroom. “Roderick?” Camille paused, soap in hand.“Why is there water sound?” He asked, curiosity clear in his tone. “I’m in the bathroom.” She squeezed some soap onto her sponge.“Oh,” He said, the single word carrying a hint of something darker. “Shower?” “Yes.” Camille began running the soapy sponge over her arms, then her nec

Camille’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. She could feel the pull, the dangerous, intoxicating pull of him, but she forced herself to stay grounded.She stepped back slowly, breaking the contact, though her skin still tingled where he had touched her.“I have to go.” She said, her voice slightly unsteady. She turned and walked toward her car, the bouquet of roses still in her hand.Roderick watched her leave, a small, satisfied smile on his lips._____Roderick walked into his office, his steps moving in long strides as his lawyer followed closely behind, carrying a sleek black briefcase.“Do you have it?” Roderick asked, not even bothering to sit down yet.“Yes, Mr. King.” The lawyer replied, closing the door behind them with a quiet click.They both sat down at the large desk. The lawyer opened his briefcase and took out a thick file, sliding it across the polished surface to Roderick. Roderick picked it up and began reading through the documents carefully, his brow furrowed i

Roderick was done for the day. It was already 5:30 pm. He had been supposed to leave much earlier, but he had spent the last half the time sitting at his desk, staring at his phone, trying to summon the courage to call Camille. Every time he picked it up, his thumb hovered over her name, and the courage died. He couldn’t do it. He was too afraid of what she might say — that she was busy, that she was still with Miguel, that she didn’t want to see him.He finally gave up, grabbed his coat, and left the office.He rode the elevator down to the lobby in silence. When the doors opened, he walked across the reception and stepped through the main exit of the building.He stopped dead in his tracks.Camille was standing right there at the entrance, back turned to him, checking her watch. Her hair moved slightly in the evening breeze.“Camille?” He called, voice rough with surprise.She turned around. Her hair flipped gracefully as she did, and she looked at him with a small, knowing smile.

It was recess time at Sunshine Academy. Adrian sat alone at a small table in the corner of the playground, staring down at his lunch box with a deep frown. His little eyebrows were furrowed tightly, lips pushed out in a pout. He looked exactly like a miniature version of Roderick when he was angry– face squeezed up, arms crossed over his chest, refusing to touch his food.Aria skipped over with her own lunch box, plopping down on the bench beside him.“Are you going to keep frowning? You look like Daddy with the way you’re squeezing your face.” She said, giggling as she opened her box. “I’m so angry right now, Aria.” Adrian kept frowning harder.“What is it? Did your momma scold you?” Aria asked, already digging into her sandwich.“Not really… but I’m angry at Momma too.” He mumbled, kicking his legs under the table.“What happened?” Aria took a big bite, chewing while watching him.“Momma is always hanging out with Miguel and I don’t like it.” Adrian said, voice full of three-year-

Roderick stepped out of his bedroom, dressed in a sharp charcoal three-piece suit that fit him perfectly. His hair was styled neatly, the dark strands falling just right, giving him that effortlessly powerful look. He adjusted the cufflinks on his wrists as he walked into the living room where Grey was already waiting with a tablet in hand.“Schedule,” Roderick said in a brisk voice. Grey cleared his throat and began reading. “You have a meeting at 9 with the factory workers concerning the new formula for the wine production line. Then at 11, a meeting with Apex Distillers who want to partner with us on distribution. Finally, you were invited to the 26th Annual Crown Legacy Gala as a VIP guest this weekend.”Roderick paused mid-step, fixing his other cufflink. “The Crown Legacy Gala? Decline the invitation. I’m not interested in going.”Grey hesitated. “Boss, you’ve rejected their invitation every year for the past five years. It might start looking bad if you keep turning them down