Todos los capítulos de Darling Husband's Regret : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Taylor burst out of the cafe door, her heart pounding, her heels clicking rapidly against the pavement as she hurried after Miguel. He was already reaching for the door of his red sports car when she caught up.“Miguel!” she called, voice urgent.He paused, turning to face her with a cold, amused expression. “Can I help you?”Taylor stopped a few feet away, breathing hard. “What did you hear?”Miguel’s smirk deepened. He leaned against his car, crossing his arms. “Quite a lot, actually. Maybe the fact that you’re feeding your lover with Roderick’s money… or that your bastard daughter doesn’t belong to him.”Taylor’s face drained of color. She stepped closer, voice dropping to a desperate whisper. “Miguel, you can’t tell Roderick about this. He might get rid of me. Or worse, I don’t know what he’s capable of right now. You can’t tell him — Aria will lose everything.”Miguel studied her for a long moment, his eyes cold and calculating. Then he let out a low chuckle. “Hmm. You really

Taylor paced back and forth in her bedroom like a caged animal, her hands shaking as she twisted them together. Despite Miguel’s promise not to snitch, she couldn’t shake the fear. What if he changed his mind? What if he used it against her? The thought made her stomach twist.Helen, who had been watching her daughter from the bed for the past ten minutes, finally had enough.“Taylor, you’ve been like this since this morning. What’s wrong with you?” Helen asked sharply, standing up.Taylor stopped pacing, her face pale and eyes wide with panic. “Everything is wrong, Mom. Miguel found out about my secret. I don’t know what he might do. It’s not even about telling Roderick… what if he blackmails me? What if he makes me do something I don’t want to do just to keep my secret safe? And Aria… she could get caught in the middle.” “Secret? What secret does he know, and how does this affect Aria?” Helen’s eyes narrowed.Taylor’s face twisted with nervousness and guilt. She looked away, unab

The sleek black Maybach rolled to a smooth stop at the grand entrance of the Crown Legacy Gala. Cameras flashed wildly even before the door opened. Roderick stepped out first, looking devastating in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. He walked around the car with confident strides and opened the passenger door, extending his hand.Camille took it, stepping out in a stunning custom Bulgari red gown that hugged her curves perfectly. The deep red fabric shimmered under the lights, with a tasteful slit revealing one toned leg. Her hair was styled in elegant waves, and she looked every bit the powerful, untouchable woman she had become.Roderick’s hand immediately settled possessively on her waist, pulling her close to his side as the flashes intensified.“Ready?” he asked, voice low and intimate, eyes only on her.“Yeah,” she replied, giving him a small, genuine smile.They began walking down the red carpet together. Whispers erupted from the crowd of reporters and guests:“Isn’t that R

Camille lay on the bed beside Roderick, her head resting comfortably in the crook of his arm. Her fingers traced faint, lazy circles on his bare chest as the quiet hum of the rain outside filled the room.“So let me ask,” Roderick said softly, his hand stroking her hair. “When did you start having feelings for me? I can remember back in college. Couldn’t tell if you genuinely liked me or you were just following the trend like every other girl who was after my money.”“Shut up!” Camille laughed lightly, playfully hitting his chest. “I genuinely liked you. You were just unnecessarily mean.”---• 7 Years Ago •Camille stood nervously outside the lecture hall of the University, clutching a neatly wrapped box of homemade cookies to her chest. Her heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat. She had spent the entire previous night baking them — chocolate chips with a hint of sea salt, his favorite (or at least she hoped it was). She had even tied a small ribbon around the box

[Law Firm – Late Evening]Nathan stepped into the sleek, modern lobby of the prestigious law firm. The lights were already dimmed for closing time. He approached the receptionist desk with a calm, confident stride.“Good evening,” he said smoothly. “I’m looking for Mr Harlan.”The receptionist looked up, checking her screen. “Mr. Harlan is almost done for the day. Do you have an appointment?”“No, I’m not here for a meeting,” Nathan replied, flashing a polite smile. “Just a quick word. It won’t take long.”The receptionist hesitated, then nodded. “He’s on the 12th floor. Last office on the right.”“Thank you.”Nathan took the elevator up. When he reached the 12th floor, he walked quietly down the hallway until he found the office. The door was glass-tinted. He peeped through it and saw Mr. Harlan sitting at his desk, packing up his briefcase, clearly preparing to leave.Nathan stayed hidden and watched as the lawyer answered a call.“Yes, Mr. King,” Mr. Harlan said into the phone. “I