All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: Crocodile Tears
She watched her mother —the woman who had looked her in the eye and said ‘It’s nothing personal’ before pulling the trigger— feign agony for the cameras. She watched the performance. It was perfect. It was Oscar-worthy.And it was sickening."She's lying," Helen whispered, her stomach churning violently. "She's... she's crying for me. She tried to kill me, and now she's crying for me?""Keep watching," Adrian said, his jaw tight.On the screen, Ethan Cross placed a comforting hand on Sasha’s shoulder. He leaned into the mic."Thank you, Sasha," Ethan said smoothly. "To the public, let me be clear. There were rumors. Rumors started by Adrian West —a troubled, unstable man— that I had something to do with my nephew Samuel’s death. That I was a danger to this family."Ethan shook his head sadly."These allegations were the ramblings of a man who was clearly disturbed. But despite his attacks on my character, I am not a monster. I do not wish death on anyone. If I was a murderer, as he c
Chapter 192: HomeGirl
Minutes turned to hours, and hours stretched into three distinct, surreal days.For Helen, time had become a blur of luxury and confusion. She wasn't just a patient; she was the axis upon which this strange, high-tech world spun.If she winced, a doctor appeared from the shadows. If she was thirsty, a maid was pouring crystal-clear water into a glass before she could even ask. If she felt cold, the room temperature adjusted silently, controlled by an invisible AI that anticipated her needs before her own brain did.Adrian treated her like a baby. He cut her fruit into perfect, bite-sized cubes. He read to her. He helped her sit up, his hands gentle and reverent, treating her body like it was made of spun sugar.But the staff? The staff treated her like a Queen.Men who looked like they could snap a steel bar in half bowed when they entered her room. Doctors who spoke with the arrogance of Nobel Prize winners lowered their eyes when she looked at them.It was suffocating. It was unbeli
Chapter 193: "Holy Grail"
Eva pulled up a chair —a sleek, Italian leather piece that probably cost more than Eva’s car— and sat down."We need to talk," Eva said, leaning in conspiratorially. "About your husband.""Adrian?" Helen frowned."Adrian," Eva corrected with a scoff. "If that’s even his real name. Helen, look at this place! I walked through the lobby. I saw the garage."Eva’s eyes grew round."There were cars parked there that I've only seen in magazines. Rolls Royces. Custom Maybachs. Armored SUVs that look like tanks dressed in Armani suits. And the cushions in the waiting area? I sat on one, and I think it cured my fuckng back pain instantly."Eva gestured wildly to the room."This isn't just money, Helen. This is God-tier money. Your Adrian... he isn't a normal human. He isn't your average guy who cooks pasta. He is... he is a god! Who is he? Is he a secret prince? A mafia don? The owner of Google?"Helen looked at her friend, feeling the same confusion that had plagued her for three days."I.. i
Chapter 194: The Return Of The Gods
The world didn't end with a bang. It ended with a broadcast.It started at 9:00 AM in New York, 2:00 PM in London, and 10:00 PM in Tokyo. Simultaneously.One moment, the screens in Times Square were flashing advertisements for the latest Cross Tech smartphone. The next, they blinked out. Every television channel, every streaming service, every digital billboard from Shanghai to Chicago went black.For ten terrifying seconds, there was only static. The kind of silence that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.Then, the logo appeared.It wasn't flashy. It didn't spin or explode. It was a simple, elegant crest embossed in gold against a black background. A sharp, stylized ‘W’ interwoven with a laurel wreath.In the waiting room of JFK Airport, travelers lowered their phones. In the stock exchange floors of Wall Street, traders stopped shouting. In the slums of Mumbai and the penthouses of Dubai, the world held its collective breath.They knew that symbol.It was the symbol t
Chapter 195: Bloodbath!
Cooper straightened his tie."No. You will not see his face today. He is busy cleaning up the mess you all made.""However," Cooper continued, his voice taking on a celebratory ring. "This year marks a special occasion. It is the Centennial Anniversary of the Syndicate’s founding. One hundred years of order."Cooper pulled a sleek, black envelope from his jacket pocket."To celebrate the Return, the Syndicate will be hosting a Gala. It will be held in two weeks on the Island. It will be a gathering of the true powers of this world."He held the envelope up to the light."Invitations are being sent out as we speak. If you receive one... you are worthy. If you do not..."Cooper shrugged."Then you are merely an employee in a world we own.""We look forward to seeing the... survivors."The feed cut abruptly. The screen went blank.*********New York City. The Cross Tower. Top Floor.CRASH.The sixty-inch flat-screen TV on the wall shattered into a spiderweb of cracks as a heavy crystal a
Chapter 196: The Fearless Intern
The conference room of the Cross Tower was a glass cage suspended in the sky.Outside, the New York skyline glittered, a monument to human ambition. However, inside, the atmosphere was one of suffocating panic.Thirty people sat around the massive, oval mahogany table. They were the architects of the Cross Empire —the CFOs, the CTOs, the Directors of Strategy, the Vice Presidents of Global Operations. Men and women who wore watches worth more than most people’s houses. They were sharks in their own right and minds.But today, they looked like minnows trapped in a bucket.Ethan Cross stood at the head of the table. His jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms corded with tension. His face was a mask of thunder."Ideas!" Ethan roared, slamming his fist onto the polished wood. "I want fuucking ideas, not fucking silence! We are bleeding out! Our stock dropped 14% in the last hour! Henri Delacroix is ghosting my calls! The Al-Zayds are pulling their investments! What the
Chapter 197: Foolishness & Stupidity
"I will begin to fight for a deal," Fegor announced. "A partnership. A supply agreement for their agricultural tech. Anything. If we can get a legitimate contract with a Syndicate division —even a small one— we become partners. And partners... get invited to anniversaries."There was a brief, stunned silence. Then, from the back of the room, a Vice President snickered.Then another laughed.Soon, the room was filled with heavy fists of laughter. The tension broke, replaced by ridicule."A partnership?" a Director scoffed, wiping tears from his eyes. " kid, are you delusional? The West Syndicate doesn't partner with 'flea' companies. They eat them.""Your cousin?" another mocked. "An advisor in Hydro-Agri? What’s he going to do? Get us an invite to a fertilizer conference?""Foolish," someone muttered. "Stupid dreamer.""You think you can just walk up to the West Syndicate and shake hands?" a cousin of Ethan’s sneered. "Their security personnel are worth more than your entire bloodline
Chapter 198: 72 Hours
He pointed at Fegor."You hate him because he has balls! He has the spirit this company lost when my father died!"Ethan walked back to Fegor. He looked him up and down."You have three days, intern," Ethan growled. "If you bring me nothing... contract or not, I will make your life a living hell. I will put you in the mailroom in Siberia.""But," Ethan leaned in, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "If you bring me the West Syndicate... you can have the VP office. Hell, you can have the corner suite."Ethan turned to the room."Meeting adjourned!" Ethan roared, the veins in his neck bulging against his collar. "Get out!"The room scrambled. Executives fled like rats escaping a sinking ship, clutching briefcases and tablets, barely daring to breathe until they were in the hallway.Fegor remained standing. He tapped the screen of his tablet off, slid it into his leather portfolio, and snapped the button shut. The click echoed in the sudden silence.He turned to leave."Not you," Eth
Chapter 199: A Brief Chat
Fegor walked out of the boardroom, the heavy oak doors swinging shut behind him.The corridor, typically a silent artery of professional focus, now felt like a brutal path. The very executives he'd just dressed down were spilling out. Their stares didn't hold respect; they were burning with the raw, gut-deep resentment of predators who'd just been snapped at by something they considered beneath them.He could feel their stares dragging across his skin like sandpaper.“Who does he think he is?”“Three days? He’ll be lucky if he lasts three hours.”“Arrogant little immigrant.”Fegor kept his head high, his folder tucked under his arm. To him, the Cross Tower wasn't an office; it was a battlefield. Where he came from, you fought with broken bottles and grit. Here, they fought with nepotism and exclusion. The weapon changed, but the war was the same. He hated no one, but he was ready to serve everyone their energy, returned with interest.Crunch.A sharp pain suddenly shot through his lef
Chapter 200: Roasted!!
The door opened. A man in a blue suit —an accountant from the third floor… walked in. He saw Randy. He saw the blood on the floor. He saw Fegor gasping for air.The man didn't blink. He turned around and walked right back out."No one is coming," Randy panted, wiping sweat from his forehead. He grabbed Fegor’s hair, yanking his head back. "Learn your place, boy. You are dirt. You are nothing. Stay away from Ethan. Stay away from the West Syndicate."Randy let go. Fegor slumped to the cold marble floor."Let's go," Randy spat. "He's done."They left, the door clicking shut behind them.Fegor lay there for a moment, listening to the hum of the ventilation fan. His ribs burned. His left eye was swelling shut. His lip was split.He groaned, rolling onto his back. He stared at the ceiling lights. "Ouch," he whispered to himself. "I’m dead!"He forced himself up. His legs shook, but they held. He walked to the mirror.He looked horrible. His face was a map of purple and red. But then, he st