My Ex Husband's Greatest Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Caroline's pov “Peter!” I shouted again, yanking uselessly against the silk ties binding my wrists to the headboard. The fabric dug into my skin with every desperate pull, but it held firm. “Peter, come back here! You can’t do this to me!”Silence answered me.The guest room felt smaller, colder, and more suffocating with every passing minute. My arms ached from being stretched above my head. The sting on my cheek had dulled into a throbbing reminder, but the humiliation burned hotter than ever. I twisted on the bed, trying to find any slack in the knots, but Peter had tied them too well.Minutes stretched into what felt like hours.Then I heard the soft click of the lock turning.My heart leaped for a second, hoping it was Peter coming back to his senses. But when the door opened, it wasn’t him.Cerene slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She had changed out of her party dress into a soft silk robe, her blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders. To anyone el

Caroline's pov I thought the nightmare had finally ended when Cerene left the room the second time. My body was shaking uncontrollably, every inch of me aching from the whip marks, the hardened wax, and the pressure she had put on my stomach. I lay there trying to steady my breathing, wrists raw and burning from the silk ties, when I heard the lock turn again.The door creaked open.Cerene stepped back inside, moving with that same quiet confidence that made my skin crawl. She had the whip in her right hand, letting the leather tail drag across the wooden floor as she approached the bed. This time, there was no rush in her movements. She took her time, savoring every second.“You didn’t think I was finished, did you?” she asked, her voice low and mocking. She circled the bed slowly, eyes roaming over my tied-up form like I was nothing more than an insect she wanted to crush. “After everything you’ve taken from me, Caroline? No. We’re just getting started.”I tried to pull my legs up

Peter's pov The smell of antiseptic was so fucking suffocating.I stood outside the emergency room with my hands balled into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Cerene was still inside, and every second that passed without a doctor coming out made the anger inside me spread like poison through my veins.I couldn't stop seeing my own wife as a villainess.How could she do something so heartless?The woman I had once believed was gentle had looked at Cerene with nothing but hatred. If anything happened to Cerene or the baby she was carrying, I would never forgive Caroline.Never.The emergency room doors slid open, and a familiar figure walked into the corridor wearing a white coat.“Alex.“The moment I saw him, something inside me snapped.Without giving myself time to think, I stormed toward him.He barely had time to look up."Peter?" he said, confusion flashing across his face.I grabbed the front of his white coat with both hands and slammed him against the wall wit

Caroline's pov "Caroline," Margret said gently, setting her teacup on the table. Her gaze drifted to my bare wrist before a faint crease appeared between her brows. "Where is the Harrington bracelet?"My heart skipped a beat.Instinctively, I looked down at my empty wrist.The bracelet.I swallowed the huge lump on my throat. I swallowed hard.Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them.Margret's expression immediately changed."My dear," she said softly, reaching across the table to hold my hand. "What happened?"I lowered my head."Cerene took it," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Margret's eyes widened."She stole it?"I nodded slowly."When she pushed me out of the window..." I paused, forcing myself to steady my breathing. "I lost consciousness for a while. When I woke up... it was gone." I said simply.I let out a shaky laugh."I don't know whether she took it before or after she pushed me, but I know she has it." I did not want to say the full details becaus

Caroline's POV"You still have time to change your mind," Margret said as she adjusted the shawl over my shoulders. Her brows remained knitted with concern while she looked me over from head to toe. "You don't owe those people anything, Caroline. If your instincts are warning you not to go, then stay here."I smiled faintly and shook my head."I have to go," I replied, taking a slow breath as my ribs protested with every movement. "If I keep avoiding them, they'll only become more suspicious."Margret sighed. "I don't like this.""I know." I reached for her hand and held it gently. "But I need to face them."Her gaze drifted to the bruises peeking out beneath the sleeves of my blouse. The cuts on my hands had begun to heal, but the deep purple marks Cerene had left on my body were impossible to hide completely. Even standing for too long made my injured ankle throb.For a brief moment, I almost gave up.The memory of crashing through that window flashed before my eyes. Cerene's expres