Semua Bab My Ex Husband's Greatest Regret : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Caroline's POVThe bedroom door suddenly slammed open with a loud crack. Peter stood in the doorway, still half-wet, his face tight with anger and jealousy. He did not wait for permission.“Get out,” he said to Tyrone, pointing toward the hallway. “You’re sleeping in the guest room. Now.”Tyrone straightened and looked at him. “I’m not leaving her alone with you after what just happened.”Peter stepped fully into the room. “This is my house. You don’t get to decide where you sleep. Guest room. Or you can leave the property entirely.”I stayed quiet for a moment, watching both of them. The tension was thick enough to cut. I did not want another fight. Not tonight.“It’s fine,” I said finally. My voice was calm. “Tyrone, go to the guest room for now.”Tyrone looked at me, clearly unhappy with the decision. “Caroline....”“Please,” I said. “Just for tonight.”He hesitated, then gave a short nod. He walked past Peter without another word and left the room. Peter watched him go, his jaw st

Caroline's POV“Ma’am… I think we have a problem… It’s… It’s… Margaret… She’s dying! Someone pulled her off life support.”The words hit me like a physical blow. For a second I could not move. The lobby around me blurred. Voices faded into a dull hum. My chest tightened until it became hard to breathe.“What did you just say?” I asked. My voice came out low and unsteady.The staff member in front of me looked pale. His hands were shaking. “We just received the call from the mansion. The machines were disconnected. They’re trying to stabilize her now, but… it’s not looking good.”I did not wait for anything else. I turned and ran toward the exit. Tyrone was right beside me. He did not ask questions. He simply kept pace as we pushed through the revolving doors and into the waiting car.The drive to the Harrington mansion felt endless. My mind kept replaying Margaret’s face from the last time I saw her. Weak and connected to tubes. Barely holding on. I had held her hand. I had told her I

Caroline's POVThe cell door opened again hours later. This time it was not Peter or another guard coming to hurt me. It was an officer with a clipboard and a neutral expression.“You’re being released,” he said. “New evidence has been submitted.”I stood slowly. My face still ached from earlier. The bruise on my cheek had already started to darken. “What evidence?”“Your bodyguard provided CCTV footage from the Harrington mansion. It shows someone matching your description entering the property around the time of the incident. However, the face is not clearly visible. Combined with testimony about your location at the company that morning, there is no longer sufficient grounds to hold you.”I followed him out of the cell without another word. Tyrone was waiting near the front desk. The moment he saw me, his eyes went straight to the mark on my face. His jaw tightened, but he did not say anything in front of the officers.Once we were outside and alone in the car, I finally spoke.“Yo

Peter's POVI sat alone in the living room for a long time after Cerene went upstairs. The medical papers still lay on the floor where I had dropped them. My mind kept turning over everything she had done. The fake illness. The way she had manipulated me. The way I had defended her without question.Then another memory surfaced. The day of the birth. The day they told me the baby had not survived. Caroline’s pale face. Her quiet insistence that something was wrong. The way I had shut her down because Cerene had been crying in the hospital bed, looking broken and fragile.I pulled out my phone.My hands were not steady as I searched for the hospital’s main line. When a receptionist answered, I gave my name and asked to be connected to the records department. It took several transfers and repeated explanations before I finally reached someone who could pull the original file from that day.“I need the full report,” I said. My voice was flat. “Everything related to the delivery. Not t

Caroline's POV The car stopped in front of the Harrington mansion. For a moment I did not move. I sat there with my hands resting on my lap, staring at the wide stone steps and the tall entrance doors. Tyrone waited beside me without speaking. He seemed to understand that I needed a few seconds. When I finally stepped out, the air felt heavier than usual. The grief for Margaret was still fresh. It sat in my chest like a weight I could not put down. At the same time, another feeling pressed against it ... the strange, almost unreal awareness that this place was now mine to protect. I had never imagined standing here like this. Not as a visitor. Not as someone temporarily staying. As the one expected to carry everything Margaret had built. A few tears slipped down my face before I could stop them. I wiped them quickly with the back of my hand. “I have to do this,” I said quietly, more to myself than to Tyrone. “She chose me. The least I can do is not fail her.” Tyrone gave a sh