Todos los capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S REGRET(The Wife He Discarded): Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

“He chose her.”The silence that followed felt heavier than before.Camille lowered her glass.“What did you do?”I laughed softly.“I signed the papers.”I shrugged.“What else was I supposed to do?”The memory flashed through my mind anyway. Every detail still lived somewhere inside me.“Then I spent five years rebuilding my life with the help of my brothers.I looked out toward the water.“I built my brand.”“Raised Leo.”“Focused on work.”“Moved on.”Or at least I tried to.Camille nodded slowly.“And now?”I closed my eyes briefly. And there it was, the actual problem.“Now he’s back.”A bitter laugh escaped me.“Of course he is.”Camille waited. Patient as always.“He came back apologizing.”I swirled the whiskey around my glass.“At first I ignored him. Then he forced himself into my life through a partnership contract.”That still annoyed me. Probably more than it should.“Now I keep seeing him.”I stared at the amber liquid.“Meetings.”“Events.”“Business trips.”“Conversat

Hayes was the first to react.“Serena?”Camille nodded slowly.“I could get a confession from Serena because she talks too much.” She looked down briefly before continuing. “She says things without realizing it. Especially when she’s angry or trying to put me down.”I saw it forming as she spoke. Serena's ego was the bait.Camille looked up.“If I meet with her, she’ll say something. She always has something bad to say to me.”Pierce leaned forward immediately.“So we make you meet her and record the conversation.”Ford nodded once.“That’s actually not a bad idea.”Hayes remained quiet.Thinking.Finally, he looked at Camille.“For this to work, we need more than insults.”The garden fell silent.Hayes continued.“We don’t need Serena admitting she’s a terrible person.”His expression remained calm.“We need Serena to admit facts.”Camille listened carefully.Hayes started counting them off.“Richard hitting you.”“Richard locking you up.”“The engagement arrangement.”“Kash Griffin.

By the time I wrapped up the last email and shut down my laptop, I felt exhausted.The drive home was surprisingly quiet.Leo had spent most of it talking about random things before eventually becoming distracted by the tablet in his lap.When the mansion finally came into view, I found myself relaxing slightly.Home.The driver pulled into the compound and parked near the front entrance.Before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt, another car drove through the gates.I immediately recognized it.Hayes’s car.Apparently, Leo did too.His entire face lit up.“Uncle Hayes!”The car hadn’t even stopped completely before he was already trying to get out.“Leo.”He ignored me.Of course.The second the vehicle came to a stop, Leo jumped out of ours and sprinted across the driveway.I sighed and climbed out after him.The rear door of Hayes’s car opened.Ford stepped out first.Ford barely had time to shut the door before Leo launched himself at him.Ford caught him effortlessly.“Whoa.”Leo

Oh.So that was what this was.“I was parking outside when the doctor arrived,” Hayes added.The room became even quieter.I looked toward Camille.And my chest tightened.Because she looked terrified.Her hands were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale.She kept rubbing her thumb against her fingers.Again.And again.And again.Like she was trying to hold herself together.Hayes noticed too.Without saying anything, he stretched the envelope toward her.Camille stared at it.Then immediately shook her head.“No.”Her voice came out small.Almost embarrassed.“I can’t.”The room remained silent.Camille swallowed.“Do it instead.”Hayes studied her for a moment.Then nodded.“Okay.”Carefully, he opened the envelope.The sound of paper seemed unusually loud.My stomach twisted.Nobody spoke.Hayes scanned the first page.Then the second.Then the third.The further he read, the colder his expression became.Ford’s jaw tightened.Pierce leaned forward.Camille looked

The designers were already waiting when I arrived at the manufacturing department.The second I walked in, several heads turned.A few people checked the time discreetly.Right.Late.I exhaled and forced a professional smile onto my face.“Sorry, everyone.”The apology came automatically as I walked toward the large table covered in sketches, fabric samples, measurements, and prototype pieces.“Morning traffic?” one of the designers joked.I almost laughed.If only.“Something like that.”Nobody pushed further.Thankfully.Because I didn’t have the energy to explain that I overslept, forgot breakfast, forgot painkillers, and currently felt like someone was repeatedly knocking against the inside of my skull with a hammer.The presentation started immediately.One mannequin stood at the center of the room wearing a partially completed gown.Another displayed one of the runway concepts.A third held an unfinished structured piece that still needed adjustments.Fabric swatches were sprea