Todos los capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S REGRET(The Wife He Discarded): Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

If I stayed here, I’d only give myself more time to think.And thinking wasn’t helping.So I got ready.I showered.Picked out a charcoal-tailored pantsuit instead of a dress.Pulled my hair into a sleek low bun.Minimal jewelry.Minimal makeup.When I finally glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it was almost nine.Leo would already be in school.One of my brothers would’ve taken him.I picked up my handbag and headed downstairs.The moment I stepped into the living room, the conversation stopped.Four heads turned toward me.Ford.Pierce.Hayes.Even Camille, standing near the dining area with a coffee mug in her hands.The atmosphere felt… heavy.Hayes stood almost immediately.“Hey…”His eyes searched my face carefully.“Are you okay?”I forced a small smile.“Good morning, y’all.”Nobody answered the greeting.That alone told me enough.I continued walking toward the front door.“Hey.”Ford’s voice stopped me halfway there.“Where are you going?”“Work.”My hand wrapped around

“It tells the world we’re scared.”“It tells our competitors we’re weak.”“It tells every person who believed that article…”I paused.“…that maybe there’s some truth to it.”Silence.“They’ll say we ran.”My gaze moved slowly across every face.“And once people think that…”I shook my head.“…it would become the start of the end.”Richard frowned thoughtfully.I continued.“If we keep Fashion Week exactly where it is…”My heartbeat steadied.“…and we solve this before then…”I could almost see it in my head.“…Fashion Week becomes our comeback.”“Our statement.”“Our proof.”I leaned slightly forward.“It won’t just recover the brand.”“It’ll strengthen it.”Another silence settled across the room.Longer this time.Then one of the senior executives finally nodded.“She’s right.”Every head turned toward him.“We’re looking at today’s problem.”He tapped the folder.“She’s looking ahead.”Another executive nodded.“The bigger picture.”John slowly leaned back in his chair.His expres

Reporters stood.Questions flew from every direction.“What?”“Excuse me?”“Mr. Kings—”He ignored every single one.“I was the one who approached her.”“I asked her out.”“I kept asking till she agreed. Then I asked her to marry me.”My heartbeat echoed loudly inside my ears.“I did that, she didn’t force me. I did.”Every word landed harder than the one before.“But I wasn’t good to her.”I closed my eyes.Why…Why was he doing this?He kept talking.“The real villain in that story…”His voice cracked.“…was me.”The room became silent again.“I neglected her after our marriage.”“I failed her.”“I took her for granted.”“I was emotionally unavailable.”“I wasn’t the husband she deserved.”His hands gripped the podium tightly.“I never appreciated the incredible woman she was.”His eyes shimmered.“I didn’t know how.”“I didn’t know how to love someone properly.”“I was afraid that she might disappear like… like Mirabel did.”“I was immature.”“I was selfish.”“I hurt her.”“I broke

My eyes slowly opened to the familiar ceiling above me.For a few seconds, I simply lay there, staring blankly.It took my brain a moment to catch up with reality and everything that had happened earlier today.A long breath escaped my lips.I blinked a few times before reaching for my phone on the bedside table.3:07 p.m.I stared at the screen for a moment.Four hours.I’d actually slept for four hours.My eyes dropped to the notifications.Six missed calls.Three missed calls from Hayes.Two from Pierce.One from Ford.I stared at their names for a long moment.I sighed quietly.They were worried.Of course they were.I knew if I called one of them back, all four of them would somehow end up in my room within five minutes.Checking on me, trying to convince me not to think about everything that had happened.And right now…I couldn’t talk.Not even to them.I locked my phone and tossed it back onto the bed before pushing the duvet away.The moment I stood, the room tilted.“Oh…”I

The smell of dinner had barely faded by the time the front door opened again.Voices drifted in from the hallway.I looked up instinctively from where I was stirring the sauce one last time.Hayes stepped inside first, loosening his tie with one hand while his eyes immediately searched the room.They found me.The relief that crossed his face lasted only a second before concern settled back into its place.Ford followed behind him.Unlike Hayes, he didn’t even try to hide what he was feeling.His eyes lingered on me for a long moment, silently asking the question.Are you really okay?I smiled before either of them could speak.“Dinner’s ready.”Hayes blinked.“You actually cooked.”“I know. I shocked myself too.”A quiet laugh escaped him.“Smells good.”Pierce walked down from the stairs with Leo already in his pajamas.“Smells amazing,” he corrected.Leo rushed past everyone.“I’m hungry!”Camille carried the last serving dish to the dining table while I followed behind her with th