Todos los capítulos de My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The city looked different through tinted glass.Tucson stretched wide and restless beneath the night sky—its lights flickering like secrets waiting to be uncovered. Rain trailed across the car windows in slow, uneven lines, distorting the world outside into something softer… less real.Inside the car, everything was sharp.Still.Controlled.Lena Hart leaned back against the leather seat, her fingers resting loosely in her lap, though the tension in her shoulders betrayed her calm.She hadn’t spoken since getting in.Neither had he.Rex Flemming sat beside her, his presence filling the silence with quiet authority. He didn’t look at her immediately. He never rushed moments like this.Rex believed in timing.In precision.In impact.“You signed it,” he said finally.It wasn’t a question.Lena let out a slow breath.“Yes.”“And how do you feel?”She turned her head slightly, watching the blurred city lights.“Lighter,” she said after a pause. “Like I just walked out of a cage I didn’t r

The desert night carried a different kind of silence.Not the soft, rain-soaked hush Lena remembered from other cities—but something drier, sharper. The air in Tucson clung to the skin even after sunset, holding the day’s heat like a secret it refused to let go.From the top floor of the building, the city stretched wide and low beneath a sky dusted with stars. No towering skyline. No chaos.Just space.And power that didn’t need to shout.Inside the boardroom, that silence had teeth.No one spoke.Not after what Lena had just said.I hold fifty-one percent of this company.The words still hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.Harrison was the first to move.Slowly, deliberately, he closed the file in front of him. His expression had returned to neutral, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.“That’s a serious claim,” he said. “One that requires verification.”“It’s already been verified,” Lena replied calmly.Ganda let out a low breath, leaning back in his chair. “If that document

The desert heat didn’t wait for permission.By midday, Tucson burned.Sunlight poured through the glass walls of the executive floor, turning every surface into something too bright, too exposed. Shadows were short. Nowhere to hide.And yet—Sebastian Crouch stood in the one place that felt darker than the rest.His office.He didn’t sit.Didn’t touch the drink poured for him.Didn’t look at the city stretching endlessly beyond the window.Instead, his focus remained fixed on one thing.The door.Waiting.It opened without a knock.Lena stepped in.Composed.Unhurried.Untouched by the tension that filled the room like smoke.“You asked to see me,” she said.No softness.No familiarity.Not even his name.Sebastian turned slowly.For a moment—He just looked at her.As if trying to reconcile the woman in front of him with the one he had lived with for three years.Failed.“Sit,” he said.Lena didn’t move.“I prefer standing.”Something in his jaw tightened.Of course she did.“Working

Tucson didn’t often dress up.But when it did—It did it well.The Arizona Historical Society courtyard had been transformed overnight into something almost unrecognizable. Soft golden lights draped the open-air space, flickering gently against sandstone walls. Crystal glasses clinked beneath the low hum of curated conversations, and the desert breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine and expensive perfume.It was the kind of event where power didn’t need introductions.It was simply… understood.Lena paused at the entrance.Not out of hesitation.But observation.Every detail mattered.Every face.Every alliance.“Still analyzing the room before you enter it?”The voice came from behind her.Calm.Familiar.Rex Flemming stepped beside her, his gaze already sweeping the crowd.“I never stopped,” Lena replied.“Good,” he said. “Because tonight isn’t casual.”“When is it ever?”Rex didn’t answer.He didn’t need to.“You make it sound like war,” Lena had said once.The response had been

Morning in Tucson didn’t ease you into the day.It arrived fast. Bright. Unforgiving.Sunlight spilled across the city like a spotlight—sharp and exposing, leaving no room for shadows to hide.And today—That spotlight wasn’t just on the city.It was on her.Lena stood at the edge of her closet, fingers grazing over fabrics she hadn’t worn in years.Structured. Elegant. Intentional.Armor.Behind her, the television murmured softly.Muted.But the captions said enough.“…unexpected return…”“…questions surrounding ownership…”“…internal power struggle…”Lena exhaled slowly.“So it begins.”“People don’t need proof,” Sarah had once said.“They need a story.”“And if the story isn’t true?” Lena had asked.Sarah had smiled faintly.“Then you better make yours louder.”Lena reached for a cream blazer.Sharp lines.Clean authority.No softness.Not today.Her phone buzzed.Sarah.She answered this time.“It’s everywhere,” Sarah said immediately. “Business outlets, social media, even local