All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: Now I See
She pushed past the row in front of her, nearly stumbling as she rushed forward, hands shaking, heart slamming so violently she thought she might collapse before she reached him. “There has to be a misunderstanding,” she cried, turning desperately toward the guards, then the judges, then anyone who would listen. “Adrian didn’t choose the sauce. He didn’t bring it. Dorovan did!”Her finger shot toward Dorovan, accusing, trembling. “He handed it to him. If something is wrong with that sauce, then the fault isn’t Adrian’s — it’s his!”Dorovan smiled.It wasn’t wide. It wasn’t dramatic. It was vile in its restraint.“Well, well, well,” he said at last, clicking his tongue softly as he tilted his head, studying Helen like she was an unexpected ingredient tossed into a recipe. “If it isn’t the loyal woman stepping in front of a collapsing fantasy.”A few people in the crowd shifted uncomfortably.Dorovan clasped his hands behind his back, posture relaxed, shoulders loose, as though none of
Chapter 122: Marry Me
Ethan screamed her name like it was a verdict.“HELEN CROSS!”The sound cut through the chaos like glass breaking. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even the man writhing on the floor seemed to fade into the background for a second as Ethan stepped forward, straightening his suit, rolling his shoulders like a man who had rehearsed this moment in his head more than once.He didn’t look at Adrian first. He didn’t need to.He turned slowly toward the crowd, lifted his chin, and spoke with the confidence of a man who knew the room was already leaning his way.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, voice steady, controlled, carrying just enough outrage to sound sincere, “what you are witnessing tonight is not an accident. It is not a misunderstanding. And it is certainly not the first time this man has endangered lives.”Murmurs rippled through the hall.“Permit me, please, to introduce to you the man you see standing before you!”Ethan gestured sharply toward Adrian, who still stood there, hand
Chapter 123: How Much Love Costs
The air froze.Not metaphorically. Not poetically. It genuinely felt as though the hall had lost oxygen, as though every breath had been suspended mid-inhale the moment Fabio remained on one knee, the ring lifted, his eyes fixed on Helen with the certainty of a man who believed the world had already bent in his favor.He had played this perfectly. Every move was calculated. Every voice placed exactly where it needed to be. The accusations, the chaos, the fear, the public pressure, the sauce…. all of it had been orchestrated to funnel Helen into one narrow path. He knew her. Or at least, he believed he did. Helen Cross would never embarrass a man like him in front of this many people. She wouldn’t dare. She couldn’t afford to.Ethan stood still, arms crossed, his silence louder than any threat he could have spoken. He had already drawn the line. Accept, and remain a Cross. Reject, and become nothing. Everyone in that room understood what it meant.The Romanos were not just wealthy, the
Chapter 124: "Dead?"
Ruth watched from the sidelines, her lips pressed thin. She wasn’t thrilled, but she was satisfied. Adrian would be dealt with. Prison would finish him. The world would forget his name. They had made a deal with Mr. Lin’s corner kitchen involved, and after seeing Adrian win two rounds, she knew for a fact that this mysterious guy might outshine her and win. And her fear was becoming a reality.That would be so much loss for her and for Repas Du Ciel.Helen reached Fabio.He looked at her like a man who believed this was love. A psychologist might have called it conquest, validation, ego finally soothed. This wasn’t love in the slightest form. Love didn’t cage birds forcefully. But Fabio had never cared much for poetry. As a matter of fact, he failed the course more times than not in high school and college.Helen’s hands shook violently as she raised her left hand, separating her fingers. Tears blurred her vision.Her lips parted. She was about to say the two words that would eventual
Chapter 125: Who Owns Diamond Mirage
The silence that followed Adrian’s question was heavy enough to crush bones. “How exactly were you so certain of that, Entity?”The words hung in the air, a poisonous vapor that Entity couldn’t wave away. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish stranded on dry land. She looked at the broken handcuffs on the floor, then at Adrian’s wrists, which didn’t even have a red mark on them. And the question that scarily creeped into her shaking mind was…“Who the fuck is this guy? No… what the fuck is this guy?”Before she could stammer out another lie, a booming voice cut through the tension.“Because this entire charade was a test!”Heads snapped toward the judges' table. It was Chef Raphael. The esteemed culinary master stood up, his face grim, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his microphone. He didn’t look at the police or the screaming Dorovan. He looked straight at the crowd, his eyes filled with a strange mix of reverence and fear.“A test?” someone from the VIP section shoute
Chapter 126: An Unsettled Debt
“Nice try, trash!” someone yelled from the back.“Yeah, you’re a loser after all,” another yelled.“You don’t belong here. Get lost, liar!!” yet another added.Ethan Cross stepped forwardd d then. His face was twisted into a mask of pure hatred. He had been watching silently, but the mention of Adrian having power triggered something ugly inside him.He marched up to the stage, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the floor. He stopped inches from Adrian’s face.“Are you done?” Ethan roared, his voice shaking the speakers. “Are you satisfied making a fool of yourself? Making a fool of my family?”Adrian didn’t blink. He looked at Ethan with the boredom of a man watching a fly buzz against a window.“You think hiring a judge to tell lies makes you someone?” Ethan spat….. literally.Ptoo.A glob of saliva landed on Adrian’s cheek.The crowd gasped. The laughter died instantly. This was the ultimate disrespect. To spit on a man in public was to declare him lower than dirt. Many enjoye
Chapter 127: The Call
Dorovan stared at Adrian for a second, blinked, and then threw his head back in a bark of laughter that sounded more like a seal choking.“Who do you think you are?” Dorovan wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, stepping aggressively into Adrian’s personal space. “You think you can just stand there, in your cheap shirt, and issue decrees? You? A nobody?”He turned to the crowd, gesturing wildly at Adrian.“Look at him! He’s not an organizer. He’s not a planner. He’s not even a real chef! He crawled into this competition through charity funding because that old Chinese hog, Mr. Lin, couldn’t afford a decent apron, let alone a slot in the festival!”Dorovan spat on the floor near Adrian’s shoe.“And you claim to be the owner of Diamond Mirage? Boy, you aren’t even qualified to change the lightbulbs in the lobby. I refuse to listen to this shit. I refuse to entertain the delusions of a madman.”Dorovan signaled to the police, his face twisting into a sneer. “Officer! Arrest him! Not for th
Chapter 128: Magnus Thorne
The silence that befell the hall wasn't just quiet; it was the kind of vacuum that occurs when a god steps among mortals.Magnus Thorne did not just walk; he glided, yet there was a frantic energy to his movement that didn't match his station. He was a man who looked like he had been sculpted from the very concept of old money. His hair was a flowing mane of white silk, combed back with a precision that defied the wind, shimmering under the ballroom lights like spun silver. He wore a tuxedo that seemed to absorb the light around him, tailored so perfectly it looked like a second skin, likely costing more than the entire net worth of half the people in the room.Behind him marched a phalanx of six bodyguards. These weren't the typical hired muscle with earpieces; these were giants, moving with the synchronized lethality of a special ops team. And beside him walked his Personal Assistant. She was a vision —a woman who looked as if she had been carved from the tree of wealth and draped
Chapter 129: The Representative
Magnus Thorne stood at the podium, his hands resting on the wood as if it were a pulpit. The terrified, sweaty man who had knelt moments ago was gone. In his place was the titan of industry, the man whose face was on the cover of Forbes more times than the President.He leaned into the microphone, his voice dropping an octave, becoming soft, almost fatherly.“Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, and the people of America,” Magnus began, his eyes sweeping across the room. “I owe you an apolugy.”A ripple of confusion went through the crowd. Magnus Thorne? Apologizing? The man was known in business circles as "The Iron Shark." He didn't apologize; he acquired you and fired your parents.“The Culinary Festival is a sacred tradition,” Magnus continued, his tone somber. “It is the one night a year where we put aside politics, stock markets, and status to celebrate the universal language of food. It brings people together. It reminds us of our humanity.”He shook his head sadly.“But
Chapter 130: Penitence
For the general public, this was an exciting twist. But for the Cross and Romano families, it was a nightmare. They hadn't healed from the humiliation of being chased off the stage like chickens, and now this? Adrian wasn’t just a lucky cook; he was connected to the highest power in the building.It seemed like every single time they tried to step on him, they found out he was made of steel. He was always one step ahead.But the person who took the blow the hardest was Vanessa.She sat in the crowd next to Bobby, her hands clenching her dress so hard the fabric threatened to tear. She looked at her ex-husband standing on the podium, bathed in the spotlight, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Magnus Thorne.She looked at Bobby, who was busy trying to get a waiter’s attention for a refill, looking utterly useless.Then she looked back at Adrian.‘He told me,’ she thought, a cold knot forming in her stomach. ‘He told me I would regret divorcing him. Is this it? Is this what he meant?’Th