All Chapters of From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

ALESSIA stood at the doorway.For a second, she didn’t move.Her fingers tightened around the handle of the small red box in her hand as her eyes slowly swept across the living room.There was a crowd. A crowd in her living room.That alone was enough to stop her in her tracks.Her gaze landed first on Damien.Of course.Her husband.Her soon-to-be ex-husband.Then Helen.Her mother-in-law.This witch of a woman.Then Daisy.The brat.Still perched like she owned the place.Then Vanessa.Her eyes narrowed.Twit.And then on two older women she had never seen before. They sat watching and observing. And judging.Before she could process anything further, Helen’s cold voice sliced through the silence.“Finally,” she said, lifting her wine glass, “the devil we have all been talking about decides to show up.”A soft laugh followed from one of the women.Alessia remained still by the door, shock and stunned.“Oh, heavens,” it was Daisy now, “look who finally crawled out of the hospital,” s

EVENING crept slowly into night.The house, once filled with voices, laughter, and sharp words, began to quiet down. From upstairs, Alessia could hear it all— the soft shuffle of movement, heels against marble, polite goodbyes that carried none of the poison they had spoken earlier.“Do take care, Helen.”“Of course, dear. We will talk soon.”Soft laughter followed.Every bit of it sounded fake.Alessia lay still on the bed for a moment longer, staring at nothing in particular, letting the voices fade into the background.Then she moved. Slowly at first, then with purpose.She sat up, her feet touching the floor, grounding herself. The silence upstairs felt different from the one downstairs. Cleaner and safer.Without another thought, she walked to her closet. The doors slid open.Her hand moved mechanically, she pulled out a simple nightdress, then paused, glancing at the rest of her things like she was seeing them for the last time.Not everything, just what she needed.She reached

“WHAT is it? What’s wrong?” Alessia asked, her voice tight with confusion.Vanessa turned slowly, her face twisted with something ugly— anger, accusation, fear.“You…” she said, pointing at her with a trembling hand. “You want to kill me, right? You want to kill me and my baby—”Her voice rose sharply.“Oh my God! Damien!!!”Alessia froze.“What? No— what are you even saying?” Panic crept into her voice now, her eyes wide, darting over Vanessa.Vanessa didn’t listen.She staggered backward, one hand gripping her stomach, the other dragging along the wall for support. Her breathing came in uneven bursts.Alessia just stood there for a second, lost.Then reality hit.“Vanessa— wait— what’s happening?” she rushed forward, then stopped again, unsure whether to touch her or not.Vanessa let out a sharp cry, doubling slightly as she dragged herself toward the door.Alessia’s heart pounded.Now this was bad, very bad.The moment Vanessa made it out into the hallway, her cries echoed louder,

ALESSIA was already up before the house fully stirred. She had taken her bath, dressed halfway and was waiting. The silence upstairs felt unfamiliar, almost suspicious. The kind of silence that came after storms, especially when everything had been wrecked, but no one had started cleaning yet.She stepped out of the room she had occupied for the night and paused briefly in the hallway. Her gaze drifted toward the master bedroom, her brows pulling slightly together.She could sense it was empty. Damien had left the house already, and Vanessa…Then, faintly at first but unmistakable, the loud blare of the television floated up from downstairs. Aha! That was Vanessa.Of course.Alessia exhaled slowly. Good. The coast was clear.Without wasting another second, she turned and walked straight into the master bedroom.The air inside felt different. Familiar, yet suffocating. Like a place that once held warmth but now only echoed memories.She didn’t pause to think, she just moved, quick an