All Chapters of From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

DINNER had long ended.The laughter had softened into smaller conversations, and the grand warmth of the evening had settled into something quieter, more intimate.A few relatives had already left after endless hugs and promises to visit again.Some remained outside in the garden, lounging beneath the evening lights, wine glasses in hand, enjoying the cool breeze and the luxury of family gossip.Inside the Laurent mansion, peace lingered.But behind that peace, important conversations were happening.…Mr. Laurent’s Study…Maison Laurent sat behind his massive mahogany desk, one hand resting against his chin, the other holding a glass of aged whiskey he had barely touched.Across from him sat Carl Orion.Relaxed and composed as ever.His grey suit jacket rested perfectly on him, his posture calm but sharp.The room itself felt like power.Old bookshelves, leather chairs, awards, company plaques, generations of success framed against polished walls.This was where decisions were made.A

CARL stared at the phone for a second. The screen kept lighting up, ringing. The caller persistent. Alessia stood beside him in the hallway, watching quietly, but not asking questions, not leaning in, not trying to see the name. She simply smiled faintly and tilted her head. “Aren’t you going to take that?” Carl glanced at her, then calmly pressed his phone silent, ignoring the call. The ringing sound stopped, but the phone kept buzzing. “No,” he said easily. “Nothing important.” Alessia raised a brow. “Nothing important?” He nodded, hands sliding into his pockets. “Nothing as important as standing here talking to you.” She let out a soft laugh. “That sounds suspiciously smooth, Mr. Orion.” “I am a very smooth man.” “Debatable.” He placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “You wound me.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “But seriously,” she said, “what if it’s work? Something from any of your company?” Carl sighed like a man carrying the world.

THE usual light dinner of the Laurents had come and gone.The laughter from the dining table had faded, the relatives who still stayed behind after another handful had left were either in the guest lounge or already retired to their rooms, and the mansion had settled into that quiet, expensive peace only old wealth seemed to carry.Outside, the garden glowed softly under the security lights.The night breeze moved lazily through the hedges, brushing against the flowers and carrying the scent of jasmine and white roses through the air.Alessia sat alone on one of the garden lounge chairs, her legs crossed elegantly, her hands resting on her lap.For once, she wasn’t scrolling aimlessly through her phone. She wasn’t thinking about Damien. Or Vanessa. Or divorce papers. Or betrayal.She was thinking nothing.Just peace, real absolute peace. The kind she had forgotten existed.She tilted her head back slightly, letting the cool evening air kiss her milk skin, and closed her eyes for a mom

HELEN barely settled into the large cream couch when she crossed one leg over the other, adjusting the silk scarf on her shoulder like the queen of the house she believed herself to be.Daisy sat beside her, restless, scrolling through her phone with a frown that hadn’t left her face since morning.Damien’s mansion was unusually chaotic that morning. The shrill cries of the baby coming from upstairs caused that.Vanessa was with the baby, getting ready to come downstairs.Damien had stepped out briefly to handle a work call, leaving his mother and sister alone in the living room.Helen glanced around with satisfaction.“At least this house finally feels complete,” she said, smoothing her dress. “A crying baby changes everything. It gives a home life.”Daisy forced a weak smile.“Yes, Mom.”Helen turned sharply.“What is that face? You look like someone attending a funeral.”Before Daisy could answer, her phone pinged.She glanced at the screen casually… and froze.Her entire body stif