Todos los capítulos de THE WIFE HE NEVER HAD, NOW HE REGRETS IT: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Scarlett “Just because you did this doesn't make you a saint,” I said to Aurelia as two police officers held both sides of her arms.“I never claimed to be one, and even if it's far too late, I owe you an apology.” She swallowed hard. “I was jealous of you. Your research, talent—everything came so naturally to you that it made me feel superior knowing Ethan wanted me as his lover despite being with you.”In my previous life, Aurelia had never once apologized for what she had done to me. Not even while watching me die. Now that everything had crumbled around her, she easily tossed those pathetic words about.“I don't care why you betrayed me, Aurelia, and I certainly don't want your apology.” I turned to the officers. “Take her away.”They didn't hesitate to slip her into their car's backseat. I watched the police car roll out of the driveway before heading inside the house.Walking into the bedroom, I heard a faint sound of running water from the bathroom. That had to be Adrian. Our

Scarlett I tilted my head. “Oh? I'm listening, Mr. Denver.“ Chase's lips parted only to hesitate as though he had lost his courage halfway. “Actually, I had some interesting business ideas that might be of interest to you.“ Disappointment clawed at me, but I tried not to show it. I didn't know what I was expecting, but a business talk out of nowhere at a grand banquet had killed my anticipation. I kept my smile in place anyway as Chase reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card. “Please give me a call when it's convenient for you.“ I accepted it. “Of course.“ Adrian had warned me not to trust Chase Denver's words about him. Yet, the man hadn't done a single thing that justified my husband's warning. Either Adrian had misjudged him, or Chase was far better at hiding his intentions than I had given him credit for. Cedric returned with Prime Minister Rion and a young woman whose resemblance to him left little room for doubt. If she didn't have on a fake wig, I

Scarlett Cedric was the first person to recover from the hushed whispers floating around the room. Forcing a strained chuckle, he approached Cassandra. “Mrs. Mills... what an unforgettable entrance. I knew your invitation allowed you to bring a partner, but did it really have to be the most wanted man in the city?” “I apologize for disrupting your banquet, Cedric, but I didn't bring Ethan here as my date,” her gaze landed on mine. “I came to hand him over to the Hartleys.” “You bitch! I'll make you regret this! I can't believe I trusted you!” Ethan roared, veins bulging at the back of his neck as he jerked against the restraint that held his hands. Adrian and I stepped away from the dance floor. Stopping in front of Cassandra, I asked, “How did you find him?” She shrugged. “I received a call from a friend who lives near the motel where he was hiding. I approached Ethan pretending I wanted to help him escape. That was enough to get him to follow me without questioning it. He

Adrian “Mr. Adrian, should I have the car ready to take you home?” Daniel asked, locking up my office door. “That won't be necessary. I have somewhere to be tonight. You and Charles can clock off.” He hesitated before nodding. “Goodnight, sir.” Only when the last employees—including the cleaners—left the building did I step outside. Stepping to the street, I flagged down a cab. “Pearl's Crown.” Thirty minutes later, the taxi stopped behind my club, which I had closed down for the day. After paying the driver twice the fare price, I climbed out and walked into the club through the back entrance. Inside, my gaze swept across the empty space. “Where are you?” Footsteps descended down the staircase as Halsey appeared, arms wrapped around herself as if she were trying to keep herself from falling apart. Settling down onto the leather couch, I crossed one leg over the other. “Talk. But if you waste my time, I'm going to let George find out that you're here in a heartbeat.” After I

Scarlett The loud ringing of the doorbell pulled me out of bed. Dragging my feet out of the bedroom, I descended the stairs. “I'm coming!” I yelled, loud enough to be heard outside. Turning the front door knob with one eye still half-closed, I stared in confusion at the person standing by the door. “Nana? What are you doing here?” Grandma Hartley beamed at me with two grocery bags hanging from either arm as though she hadn't arrived at my doorstep at eight in the morning.“I came to spend quality cooking time with my favorite granddaughter-in-law and one of the many people around me who thankfully isn't in prison.” A short laugh escaped my lips as I stepped aside. “Come in.” Shutting the door behind Nana, I asked, “It's Saturday. Don't you have anything better to do aside from this?” “No. Now, stop standing there and following me,” Nana said, heading straight for the kitchen. Emptying the vegetables onto a tray on the counter, she shoved it towards me. “Put on an apron, a pair