All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 181
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Chapter 181: The Art of Rewriting History
The kitchen was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled bass of "Dancing Queen" seeping through the walls from the living room. It was a surreal soundtrack for the conversation Adrian West was about to have.In his hand, the phone felt heavy, like a piece of lead. The name on the screen —Vanessa—pulsed with a toxic lightsz.Adrian stared at it. For a fleeting second, he considered throwing the device into the sink and turning the faucet on full blast. Hi considered ho walking back into the living room, grabbing Helen’s hand, and dancing until the world outside ceased to exist. He had just found peace. He had just found family. Why invite the ghost back in?But Adrian was not a man who ran from ghosts. He buried them.He slid his thumb across the screen and brought the phone to his ear."Speak," Adrian said.His voice was devoid of warmth. It was the voice of a stranger.On the other end, there was a jagged intake of breath. A sniffle. The wet, thick sound
Chapter 182: Seventh Birthday
"Do you remember her seventh birthday?" Adrian asked. His voice was terrifyingly quiet."I…" Vanessa hesitated. "That was… that was a busy time.""It was a Tuesday, it was also our anniversary nihgt," Adrian said, the memory razor-sharp in his mind. "I had spent hours cooking. Roast lamb. Her favorite. The candles burned all the way down to the tablecloth. She waited for you, Vanessa. She waited until her eyes couldn't stay open."Vanessa was silent on the other end, her breathing hitching."You stumbled in at midnight," Adrian continued, staring at the sharp edge of the knife. "You were drunk. You smelled of whiskey and indifference. And when I told you she had been waiting? Do you remember what you said?"He let out a short, dark chuckle."You waved your hand and said, ‘Aria’s fine. She’s always fine. Stop suffocating me.’ You didn't go check on her. You didn't kiss her goodnight. You poured yourself a glass of water, complained about your banquet, and then you smashed the dinner I
Chapter 183: 2 O'clock AM
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed two times, the sound muffled by the heavy silence that blanketed the house.It was 2:00 AM. The witching hour.In the guest bedroom, which had temporarily become the sanctuary for a broken family, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and peace. On the large queen-sized bed, Helen Brown lay in a deep, exhausted sleep. Beside her, little Aria was curled up like a comma, her small arms wrapped tightly around Helen’s waist, her face buried in the soft fabric of Helen’s nightgown. They looked like a painting of innocence -two souls who had found each other in the wreckage of their lives.Adrian West lay on the beige chaise lounge in the corner of the room. A thin blanket was thrown over his legs, but he hadn't pulled it up. He hadn't closed his eyes once.Technically, he should have been asleep hours ago. The dinner had been a success. The music, the dancing, the laughter…. it had been a balm on the open wounds of the Brown family. For t
Chapter 184: Sasha Iscariot
She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, still wearing Ben’s oversized beige sweater. Her face was pale, washed out by the yellow light of the lamp. She looked like a deer caught in headlights… her eyes wide and her chest heaving unusully.Adrian relaxed his stance slightly, but the Hum in his gut spiked. It screamed. Danger."Sasha?" Adrian frowned. "Why are you awake? It’s past two."Sasha blinked rapidly. She brought a trembling hand to her chest."Adrian," she breathed, forcing a weak, shaky smile. "You… you startled me. I couldn't sleep. The… the house is so quiet.""I heard footsteps," Adrian said, scanning the room. "What are you doing down here in the dark?""I was… watching TV," Sasha lied. She gestured vaguely to the television set. "I just finished a show. I was just about to go upstairs."Adrian looked at the TV. The screen was black.He looked at the wall. The plug was lying on the floor.He had unplugged it himself earlier that evening to plug in the sound system for the
Chapter 185: Anonymous
The paper in Adrian’s hand felt heavier than lead. It felt radioactive.Target Alpha: Benjamin Brown. Terminated.Facilitator: Sasha Brown.Adrian’s vision blurred at the edges. A wave of nausea, thick and acrid, rolled up from his stomach, threatening to empty the contents of the dinner he had just cooked onto the rug. His hands, usually steady enough to perform microsurgery or disarm a gunman, were shaking violently.He looked at the woman on the floor.Sasha was sobbing into the carpet, her body heaving in ugly, jagged spasms. She was wearing Ben’s sweater —the beige cable-knit that still held the scent of the man she had sold for seventy million dollars.Adrian felt a rage so deep, so primal, it terrified him. It wasn't the cold, calculated anger he felt toward Ethan or Fabio. This was a hot, blistering fire. It was the feeling of betrayal.He had let her in. He had cooked for her. He had danced with her. He had promised to protect her.And all the while, she was the viper in the
Chapter 186: Judah Kisses
Adrian gripped the phone until the metal groaned. He had the thread. He would find Anonymous. And he would rain hellfire down upon them.But first, he had to deal with the woman on the floor.He turned around slowly. And just then, he heard a sound… Click.The sound was small, mechanical, and unmistakable. It was the sound of a hammer being pulled back on a pistol.Adrian froze. His senses, honed in the back alleys of Naples and the boardrooms of the Syndicate, screamed.He looked at the sofa.Sasha was no longer crying into the carpet. She was sitting up on her knees. Her hands were shaking violently, clutching a small, snub-nosed revolver —Ben’s old service piece that he kept in the safe.She was pointing it straight ahead.Toward him.Adrian’s eyes narrowed. The rage inside him solidified into ice. Of course. The desperate animal backed into a corner bites. She had killed her husband for money; killing her son-in-law to cover her tracks was just the next logical step. Hooray!!"Go
Chapter 187: The Sacrifice To Pay For Wealth
The clock struck 2:45 AM."Tell her," Sasha commanded, her voice trembling but her eyes hardening into something unrecognizable. "Tell her what her mother is."Adrian didn't speak. He couldn't. He was calculating the distance. Six feet. He needed to cover six feet before her finger twitched."Adrian?" Helen pleaded, her voice cracking. She looked at her mother, then at the man she loved, her world tilting on its axis. "Mom, please put the gun down. You're scaring me.""I'm scared too, baby," Sasha whispered.She looked at the contract on the floor. Then she looked at the door.Something in her expression shifted. The hysteria vanished, replaced by a cold, hollow resolve. It was the look of a trapped animal realizing it had to chew off its own leg to survive. Or worse -chew through its own young."I can't go to jail," Sasha said softly. "And I can't be poor again. I won't."And to everyone’s greatest surprise, she swung the gun away from her own temple. She pointed it at Adrian."NO!"
Chapter 188: Twelve Days
Twelve days.Time is a fickle thing when the mind is submerged in the deepest, blackest ocean of unconsciousness. It steals hours, days, and weeks, returning them only as a throbbing, disjointed ache behind the eyes.Helen Brown’s eyelids fluttered. They felt heavy, weighted down by lead coins.The first thing she registered was the light. It wasn’t the harsh, fluorescent sting of a standard hospital room, nor was it the warm, natural sunlight of her bedroom window. It was a soft, ambient glow that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves, adjusting automatically as her pupils contracted.She groaned, a low, guttural sound that scratched agaainst a throat dry as sandpaper. She tried to shift her weight, but her body felt like it belonged to someone else. It was heavy, stiff, and sluggish.“Where…?” she slurredShe blinked, forcing her vision to clear. This wasn’t her home. The ceiling was too high, crafted from a smooth, seamless material that looked like porcelain. The air didn't
Chapter 189: Queen Of The West
Four men in white coats rushed in. They moved with a terrifying urgency, their faces set in grim lines of determination. These weren't just doctors; they were a tactical medical unit."Check the incision site!" the lead doctor barked. "Stabilize her heart rate! If she tears a stitch, we are all dead men!"They surrounded the bed. It felt like they were treating the Queen of the World. No.. more than a Queen. They treated her like she was a nuclear warhead that was about to detonate."Mrs. West, please," the lead doctor said, holding his hands up in a calming gesture. "You have been in a coma for twelve days. You underwent massive reconstructive surgery. You must breathe.""I am not Mrs. West!" Helen screamed, struggling against them. "I want Adrian! Where is he?! Where is Aria?! If you don't tell me, I will rip these drips out of my neck!"She was hysterical. The grief was a physical thing, clawing at her chest. She needed to know if she was a widow. She needed to know if she was an o
Chapter 190: League Of Villains
"Come on.. open."The voice was soft, commanding, and infinitely patient.Helen parted her lips, and Adrian gently guided the silver spoon into her mouth. The broth was warm, golden, and tasted of earth and comfort. It was a specialized consommé made from silkie chicken, ginseng, and rare herbs that cost more per ounce than gold. It was a recipe designed to knit bones and replenish blood, a secret from the oldest medical texts of the Syndicate.Helen swallowed. The warmth spread through her chest, momentarily dulling the ache in her ribs where the bullet had entered.She was propped up against the mountain of silk pillows, her head resting heavily on Adrian’s shoulder as he sat on the edge of the bed. He had barely left her side since she woke up. He fed her. He wiped her face. He adjusted her IVs. The King of the Underworld was playing nurse, and he did it with a tenderness that made her want to weep.But the food couldn't fill the hollow pit in her stomach."Why?" Helen whispered, s