My Ex Husband's Greatest Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Caroline's POV"Sign them," Dad said quietly as he pushed another set of documents across the table. His expression remained unreadable, but there was no warmth left in his eyes. "Once this is over, there won't be any more arguments."I lowered my gaze to the papers.At first, my vision was too blurred by tears to make out the words. I blinked several times until the letters slowly came into focus.Declaration of Family Separation.My fingers trembled.I read the first paragraph.By signing the document, I would voluntarily renounce my position as a daughter of the Thompson family. From that day forward, I would have no claim to the family name, the family's assets, or any future inheritance. Likewise, the Thompson family would bear no responsibility for me, financially or otherwise.I felt as though someone had driven a knife into my heart.Slowly, I looked up."You want to disown me?"Nobody answered immediately.Cerene lowered her eyes, pretending to wipe away fresh tears.My mothe

Caroline's POV"You're still my wife," Peter repeated as he held my gaze without blinking. His expression was as cold and unreadable as ever, yet there was an unfamiliar intensity in his eyes that made my heart skip against my will. "I won't allow anything to happen to you."For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.The inside of the car fell completely silent.His hand was still wrapped around my wrist, firm enough to stop me from leaving but no longer painful. I looked into his eyes, searching for something... guilt, concern, regret... anything that would explain why he had suddenly appeared.I found nothing.Just that same possessive look he had always worn whenever he decided something belonged to him.A bitter smile slowly formed on my lips."So..." I said quietly, refusing to look away, "I'm still your wife?"Peter's jaw tightened."You are."I let out a soft scoff."Am I?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. "Because from where I'm sitting, it seems Cerene has always oc

Caroline's POVThe words left my mouth before I could stop them, fueled by months.....no, years....of suppressed pain.“I’m suing Cerene for intentional interference with my marriage,” I announced, my voice ringing clear through the private ward. The monitors continued their steady beeps, but every person in the room froze.Cerene’s tear....streaked face went slack with shock. The doctors exchanged uneasy glances. Nurses paused mid-motion.Peter’s head snapped toward me, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.“You’re what?” he growled.I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my legs still trembled. “Alienation of affection. Emotional manipulation. False accusations that have endangered my life and reputation. I have witnesses from today...my parents’ house. Security footage if I need it. I’m done being your scapegoat, Cerene.”The silence was deafening.Peter stared at me like he was seeing a stranger. For the first time, something like genuine surprise cracked that ice cold mask of his.I did

Caroline's POV“Actually, Mother, I think it’s time you all understood exactly who you’re threatening,” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket right there in the middle of their living room. My fingers didn’t even shake as I dialed. The three of them watched me like I’d lost my mind, Cerene’s hand freezing mid-air with that tissue, my father’s eyebrows shooting up, and my mother’s mouth pressing into a thin line.Margaret picked up on the second ring. “Caroline, darling. Everything alright?”I kept my eyes locked on my parents. “Not really. I need a favor. The Thompson company.....yes, some pests has been interfering in my life one too many times. Pull the investors. All of them. Start with the European fund and the original backed suppliers. Tell them it’s urgent.”A short pause, then Margaret’s crisp laugh came through. “Consider it done. I’ll make the calls myself. They won’t know what hit them until the stock dips tomorrow morning.”“Thanks, Grandma.” I hung up and slipped the

Caroline's POV“Keep yelling, it changes nothing!” I shouted out the open window as I sped away from the driveway, my parents’ voices fading behind me in a mess of threats and pleas. The shattered glass from the Mercedes crunched under my tires. I didn’t look in the rearview mirror even once.The drive to Peter’s mansion felt different this time. No tears, no hesitation. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the Harrington bracelet cool against my skin. *If he wants this marriage so badly, fine. I’ll stay his wife. But I’ll make it my own kind of hell — elegant, calculated, and impossible for him to ignore.*By the time I pulled up to the grand entrance, the sun was starting to set. I walked inside without knocking, heels clicking confidently across the marble floor. Peter was in the living room, pacing back and forth like a caged lion, phone in hand. His hair was slightly messed up, tie loosened — clearly he had heard something already.“Caroline,” he said, voice rough with relief an