《The Ex-Husband's Endless Regret》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

When I finally opened my eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital hit me like a physical blow. Vincent walked in, his gaze briefly sweeping over my wounds. He tried to reach out his hand and touch my forehead. I turned my head away, dodging his touch."What are you doing here?" My voice was barely a rasp. His hand froze in mid-air."I'm your boyfriend." Vincent argued, his voice dripping with a cold, cynical tone. "If I don't show up, who else would?"His words were a blade, twisted precisely into my heart. Maybe he was right. If he didn’t come, who else would it be?My mother had died young. My father was biased, and my stepmother was like a venomous snake. That house was nothing but a cage I had been trapped. I had built my life on arrogance and rebellion, pretending I didn't need care from anyone. For six years, it was Vincent who helped out whenever I needed him. He had let me lean on him, and led me to mistake I had finally found a safe harbor. But now it was Vincent who had just

"Yes! Lyra said she would never come back! You can stay with Elara for the rest of your life, Uncle! Are you satisfied now?"Vesper screamed before slamming the phone down. The dial tone buzzed against his ear. Vincent stood frozen, his hand still suspended in the air, holding the phone to his ear. What did she mean? Immigration? Never come back? These words slammed together like a microscopic shard of glass, stabbing straight into his heart. It was a sharp, alien ache he had never felt before. But he instinctively crushed down this sudden, unacceptable spike of emotion as he had been accustomed to being in a superior position for ages.Frowning, Vincent tossed the phone back onto his desk, forcing his attention back to the documents spread out before him. But a jumble of tight-packed words and numbers blurred into a chaotic swarm of ants, making it impossible to concentrate. He got irritated and loosened his tie, pacing back and forth before the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.Outside

In the dead of night, Vincent fell into his usual habit of sleeping on the inside. Half-asleep, his arm instinctively reached out to pull the person beside him into his embrace. His hand met a warm, yielding body. Elara, emitting a delicate perfume scent, obediently snuggled closer. Vincent felt that something wrong. The body temperature was weird and he couldn’t feel a vibrant and burning heat. The scent was queer, which lacked a naturally sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Even the faint sound of breathing was entirely wrong.Lyra had always been a restless sleeper. She would unconsciously steal the blankets, burrowing into his arms like a small cub seeking warmth, tangling her limbs around him in her hazy sleep. Vincent jerked his eyes open. A violent wave of rejection surged from his chest. For the first time, he shoved Elara away with a roughness that bordered on brutality. He swung his legs out of bed, his voice carrying an imperceptible, icy edge. "Go to sleep. I just remembered

Time seemed to freeze. Vincent stared at me, standing there completely unharmed. The crushing weight that had suffocated his chest for days and nights finally, violently, broke. A massive, overwhelming wave of relief, tangled with an indescribable, agonizing ache, instantly shattered his ironclad composure.Vincent didn't give a damn about the bone-deep agony in his arm, nor did he care about his ruined appearance. He lunged forward and pulled me into a crushing, desperate embrace. His grip was so ferocious and possessive. It was as if he were trying to fuse her bones into his own.His entire body trembled uncontrollably. His voice was a hoarse, broken rasp, thick with unshed tears as he muttered like a broken record."Thank God… Thank God you're safe… Thank God…"It was the sheer, paralyzing terror of a man who had almost lost his entire world. Pinned against his chest, I could feel the frantic, violent hammering of his heart, and smell the heavy stench of blood, mud, and… raw, unfilt

The ground was covered with fallen sycamore leaves in late autumn, showing a sprawling golden canvas. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in the warm afternoon sun. A soft cashmere shawl was draped over my shoulders as I lazily flipped through a book. Caleb sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, his laptop resting on his knees as he handled business affairs. Every so often, he would glance up at me. The serene, domestic peace was abruptly shattered by the sharp ping of a breaking news alert on the tablet. [BREAKING NEWS! Dominic Corleone, Chairman of Vertex Holdings, Formally Arrested by Police for Massive Embezzlement and Tax Evasion!][Vertex Holdings Stock Plummets into Freefall! Bankruptcy and Liquidation Officially Declared!][DEEP DIVE: a Mysterious Financial Leviathan Suspected of Orchestrating a Precision Strike behind the Collapse of Vertex Holdings!] A string of bold and glaring headlines was a bloody spectacle. As I slid my finger across the phone screen, my gaz