Todos los capítulos de THE WIFE HE NEVER HAD, NOW HE REGRETS IT: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

ScarlettOver the next few days, the new drug buzzed through the market exactly as expected, raking in a tremendous amount of profit. And as I had arranged, every cent was diverted into funding treatment for mentally ill patients across the country. Ethan's share was also sent over to his company as per our agreement.For the first time since my rebirth, a wave of satisfaction hit me, watching my creation finally serve its purpose. But still, I felt unsettled with how quietly that rat and pathetic ex-husband of mine, Ethan, had disappeared without a trace since the day of my accident. That was unlike him.“Congratulations on both your discharge and first successful project as chairwoman of LG Group, Mrs. Hartley!“ Director Wells said, pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the board meeting.Around the table, the same directors who had once mocked and accused me of selling my body to Ethan now applauded, raining false flattery down on me. How ridiculous.“I trust this experience ha

Adrian The successful launch of the new drug announced Hartley's global entry into the pharmaceutical market and raked in more business deals with potential collaborations. This had kept me busy all day. After reviewing the last business proposal by ten in the evening, I left the office, slid into the car's backseat, and let out an exhausted sigh. “You must be tired, Mr. Hartley. You should get some rest. I'll wake you when we arrive at your place,” Daniel said from the passenger seat. “Thank you, Daniel.” I had barely been able to get some shut-eye when Daniel's voice stirred me awake. “We're home, sir.” Stepping out of the car, I looked toward my marital home but didn't stroll in as images of Scarlett's flushed face and stern voice at the hospital resurfaced in my thoughts. I let out a humorless chuckle. “What were you expecting, Adrian?” Walking up the front porch, I strode inside, and the scent of a freshly prepared meal reached me first before I saw her. Scarlett stood at

Adrian “The number you're trying to call is currently switched off. Please try again later. Thank you.” As the automated voice ended, I lowered the phone from my ear. My thumb hovered over Scarlett's contact before I tossed my phone onto the bed. Halsey had dragged Scarlett out for the day, so calling her again made me impatient, but she had promised to keep me informed about where they were going. After clearing my schedule this morning, I had nothing else to do besides work, and I wasn't feeling up to that after last night. My phone vibrated beside me. It was Dennis Clarke. A faint exhale escaped me as I accepted the call.“Mr. Hartley, how are you this fine morning?” he asked, sounding cheerfully excited for an old man of his age. “I've never been busier. Why do you ask?” “I was wondering if you had some free time to celebrate our collaboration with a round of mini golf.” Playing golf with a man twice my age wasn't how I imagined spending my day, but I had nothing better to

Scarlett“Scarlett, honey! What happened to you?“ Nana's voice rang through the living room the moment I stepped into Hartley's mansion. “My poor child. Why do you keep on landing yourself at the hospital?“ After I got discharged from the hospital, Nana insisted Adrian bring me over to personally confirm that I was fine. No longer needing her wheelchair, she hurried towards me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders before I could react. “I ate something that didn't agree with my stomach,“ I lied effortlessly. “Be more careful next time,“ Nana scolded. Across the sitting room, Marianne snapped her magazine. Rising from the sofa, she approached me with a fake concern plastered across her face that was enough to deceive Nana but not me. “You really should stop making it a habit of frightening everyone, Scarlett.“ Her hands rested on my shoulders. “We were all worried about you. And, I've been meaning to thank you. The maid you sent over to take care of Grandpa Hartley has been wo

Scarlett “That's your payment,” I said, watching the crisp fifty-dollar bill slide off Catalina's hair and flutter to the floor. “Your work here is done.” She stood to her feet, her chest heaving. “Scarlett, you—” The rest of her sentence trailed off as Adrian stepped into the living room; his gaze swept over the scene, but not once did he ask about what happened. Crossing the room, he slipped an arm around my waist. “Are you done here, Scarlett?” “Yes.” Together, we walked past Catalina out the front door and into Adrian's car. Slipping into the passenger seat in front, Grandma Hartley's stunned expression lingered heavily on my mind. “How's Nana?” I asked. “We warned her before coming, but she still didn't take the news well.” “You underestimate Grandma,” he said, climbing into the driver's seat and turning on the car engine. “She had always disliked Marianne after my father remarried her, as Victor always gave her his attention. Nana was starting to think she