All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TysonI felt exhausted. But I pretty much still had one thing to take care of before retiring to bed for the night.I took the private stairwell down to the lower level, heading straight for the war room. It was well past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on my mind when I had borders to protect and an entire territory to run. When I pushed the door open, Garrett and Dan were already leaning over the central table, surrounded by maps, security tablets, and stacks of border logs."Alpha," Garrett greeted, straightening up and handing me a sealed tablet. "Official communication just came through the encrypted channels. The Regional Elders Council sent a formal inquiry. They're demanding a detailed debrief on why Alpha Rex Blackwood crossed our eastern perimeter, how he sustained severe physical injuries on Carrillo soil, and why he was detained for several days."I tossed the tablet onto the table without bothering to read past the council's gold header, letting out a dismissive sc

Rex I sat on the edge of a stained mattress in a cheap, rundown motel three blocks from the pack hospital.The room smelled of stale tobacco, damp carpet, and cheap disinfectant. The lock on the flimsy wooden door wouldn't have stopped a teenage pup, let alone a rogue wolf.Look at you, Alpha Rex, I thought, staring at my bruised knuckles as bile burned in my throat. A descendant of the proud Blackwood line, reduced to hiding out in a ten-dollar-a-night rat hole because a tramp locked you out of your own ancestral mansion.My pride wasn't just wounded; it was down in the gutter, trampled into the dirt.My mother was hooked up to life support on the fourth floor of the intensive care unit, floating in a coma with half her skull bandaged. Tracy had seized the pack accounts, posted armed guards at the estate gates, and had the governing elders wrapped around her little finger with a forged medical record. I had no access to my treasury, my own enforcers looked at me with pity, and I was

RosemarieI had forgotten what it felt like to have my mind truly work.For months, my thoughts had been entirely consumed by the throbbing in my skull, the sick terror of coughing into tissues, and the constant, degrading humiliation Rex and his mother subjected me to. Sitting around feeling like a fragile, dying patient was slowly suffocating me from the inside out.Today, surrounded by bookshelves and stacks of archives in Tyson's library, I finally felt like myself again.I adjusted my glasses, flipping between the manifests and the ledgers with a pen in hand. It took me less than two hours to spot the bleeding wounds in the Carrillo mineral corridor."Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, circling a column of transit fees with aggressive strokes. "They weren't just being careless; they were practically handing money away to third-party escorts who weren't even patrolling the high passes."There were three loopholes draining the syndicate's margins. First, the valley freight

RosemarieThe northern fortress had ceased to look like a mountain stronghold. By midday, Tyson had turned the entire western parlor into a salon.Racks of gowns were wheeled across the floors, accompanied by armed couriers carrying boxes filled with diamonds, emeralds, and platinum collars. Three of the capital's most sought-after stylists fussed over fabric swatches, murmuring about silhouettes, corsetry, and seasonal tones."Miss Wilton, this crimson velvet piece with the high collar and crystal-encrusted cape would dominate the pavilion floor," the lead stylist, a woman with silver glasses, suggested, holding up an extravagant, embroidered gown. "It has full sleeves and a structured neck. It conceals everything and projects imperial modesty."I looked at the fabric, shaking my head with a faint scoff. "Take it away.""Or this navy chiffon?" another assistant offered, holding up a dress with layers of ruffled silk designed to swallow my frame whole. "It gives you tremendous volume,

Rosemarie"No, I don't want to leave Mommy!" Leo protested, clinging to me like a burr."Leo, sweetheart," Clara spoke with gentle, cheerful firmness, crouching down to his eye level. "Buster and Barnaby are in the kitchen, and they stole a whole basket of warm biscuits off the counter. Can you go run in there and make sure they don't eat all the berry jam while I help your mom carry the basket?"Leo sniffled, looking between Clara and my steady, smiling face. "You promise you're just carrying the basket?""I promise, my brave boy," I assured him, cupping his cheek with a hand that I forced to stop trembling. "Go save the jam. I'll be inside in two minutes."He hesitated, wiped his wet nose with his sleeve, and reluctantly ran up the grassy path toward the cottage door.The very second the screen door clicked shut behind him, the smile completely slid off my face.My body slumped forward against Clara's shoulder, a ragged, shuddering breath tearing out of my chest as the cold sweat br