All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 211
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Chapter 211: Not Just A Man
Adrian was wearing a chef’s white uniform, a tall toque on his head. He was holding a knife, laughing as he chopped vegetables at a blur. He looked... alive. He looked happy. There was a light in his eyes that she had only seen glimpses of.Beside that photo was another. Adrian holding a trophy —the Michelin Star Award. He was beaming, his arm around a team of chefs who looked at him with adoration."The God of Chef," she murmured. It hadn't been a nickname. It had been his life.But as she moved further down the wall, the narrative shifted. It wasn't just about the kitchen. It was as if the artist —or the universe itself— n had decided that one lifetime was not enough for a man like him.Beside the chef photos was a framed shot of Adrian standing in a sterilized, high-tech laboratory. He was wearing a white coat, his eyes hidden behind a microscope, surrounded by screens displaying complex genomic sequences. The plaque didn't say "Researcher." It said: Project NEOM - Chief Medical Ar
Chapter 212: Stubborn Helen
Helen stood before the gallery wall, her eyes tracing the timeline of a life that seemed too big for one man.Chef. Doctor. Pilot. Father. Widower.She took a step toward the portrait of the pregnant woman —Aria— wanting to see the color of her eyes, but her foot didn't land where she thought it would. The floor seemed to tilt, pitching to the left like the deck of a ship in a storm."Whoa," she whispered, reaching out for the wall.Her fingers scrabbled against the smooth plaster, but they couldn't find a grip. The grand portraits began to blur, the faces of the West men melting into streaks of oil and color. The high ceiling spun. A sharp, piercing whine filled her ears, drowning out the hum of the air conditioning.‘No’, she thought, panic rising in her chest. ‘Not now. I just got out.’She tried to turn, to call out for help, but her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth. The darkness crept in from the edges of her vision, a black vignette closing in fast. The last thing she sa
Chapter 213: Iron Man
Adrian walked closer to the painting, his fingers brushing the gilded frame. "Other children... they fear what they don't understand. They bullied him. They would cut him with rocks just to see if he would cry. He never did. He just bled. And because he didn't cry, they called him a monster, weird.." Adrian’s jaw tightened. "It wasn't just the children. His own parents... they were deeply religious people. Priests, actually. See, they believed their son was um… possessed. A demon who felt no penance. They planned to kill him," Adrian said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Helen’s spine. "To cleanse the church. To please God." Helen gasped. "His own parents?" "Some of the villagers had other ideas," Adrian continued, his tone turning bitter. "They offered to buy him. To use him as a torture toy. To throw him in pits with wild dogs for entertainment, just to see how long the 'demon boy' would last before he stopped moving." He turned to look at Helen. H
Chapter 214: Queen Of The Island
The walk from the history gallery to the main entrance felt like moving between two different worlds. One was steeped in the past —oil paintings and dead ancestors— and the other was rushing headlong into a future Helen wasn't sure she belonged in.They reached a set of doors that were less like doors and more like the gates to a fortress. Made of seamless, brushed titanium and glass, they stood at least twenty feet tall. As Adrian approached, sensors that Helen couldn't even see read his biometric signature.With a soft, hydraulic hiss that sounded like a spaceship depressurizing, the massive slabs of metal slid open.The air that hit Helen’s face wasn't the stale, recycled air of the medical wing. It was fresh, carrying the scent of salt spray, pine needles, and something crisp —like ozone after a thunderstorm. This was a scifi movie, she thought. It just had to be"Come," Adrian said, offering his arm.Helen, who was still wrapped in her white hospital dress, took it. She stepped o
Chatper 215: John Cross Is Alive??!!
Now this wasn't the respectful silence from before. This was... expectant. Heavy. They were staring at her with a weird intensity, like she was a puzzle they were waiting to solve.Helen shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The silence stretched. Ten seconds. Twenty."Adrian?" she hissed. "What's going on? Why are they staring at me? is this some kind of cult thing? Do I need to sign a blood oath?"Adrian didn't answer. He stood straight, his face unreadable, staring at her just like the others."Adrian!" she panicked, tugging his sleeve. "Say something. I'm freaking out."She turned to run back inside. This was too weird. The mutants, the island, the staring people —it was too much for one afternoon."I have a surprise for you," Adrian said. His voice stopped her.Helen froze. "A surprise? Now? In front of an army?"Adrian stepped back. He gestured to the crowd. "Part the way," he commanded.Just then, the sea of uniforms split down the middle, creating a wide aisle leading
Chapter 216: How?
Helen stood entirely paralyzed, the cold ocean breeze whipping her hospital gown around her ankles. She stared at the old man standing on the hovering platform, her mind completely short-circuiting."No," Helen stammered, shaking her head so fast it made her dizzy again. She pulled back a fraction of an inch, staring at the rough, wrinkled hand that was currently cupping her cheek. "No. It's not possible. You're dead."John Cross offered a warm, raspy chuckle. He didn't pull his hand away. He let her feel the warmth of his skin, the steady pulse at his wrist."I know what you saw on the screens, my dear," John said gently. "But the screens lie. I am right here."Helen reached up, her trembling fingers wrapping around his wrist. He was solid. He was warm. He smelled like his favorite pipe tobacco and peppermint—a scent no hologram could ever replicate. A choked sob ripped through her throat. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into the lapel of his slightly oversized s
Chapter 217: Dining With A Ghost!!
Helen didn't touch her food. She just sat there, her hands folded in her lap, staring at her grandfather across the table. He was casually buttering a piece of toast, looking completely at ease in the center of an empire that Helen was still trying to comprehend.Her mind dragged her back to the last time she had seen him.It was in his dim, perfumed chamber back at the estate. The once-vibrant patriarch now lay pale against the pillows, his breathing was shallow, and his face drawn. She remembered how the room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old wood. She remembered the crushing weight of despair when Doctor Petrovic had stepped out of the room, looking at the family with a grim face, telling them that John was unlikely to wake again.But Adrian had known better. Adrian had diagnosed the rare poison. She remembered how Adrian had touched her arm in that chaotic hallway, his voice so low. "Not now," he had murmured. "Be patient. Three days".Helen's brow furrowed. She looked at Adri
Chapter 218: Family
"I was in shock," John whispered, wiping his face with a heavy sigh. "I couldn't move. But my mind was racing. If Ethan was willing to kill me, who else was involved? Was Sasha in on it? Were my brothers? I realized right then that I didn't know my own family anymore. The evil was rooted too deep. If I just stood up from that bed and pointed a finger, Ethan would deny it. He had the money, he had the board members in his pocket and I was weak. He would just try again, and next time, he wouldn't miss."John looked up, his eyes meeting Helen's. They were filled with a fierce, burning resolve. "And so, I closed my eyes. And I decided to play dead. I needed to see exactly who would stand by me, and who would dance on my grave."Helen processed the information, her logical mind fighting through the emotional fog. She sniffed, wiping her nose with a silk napkin."Okay. Okay, I understand why you did it," Helen said, her brows knitting together in deep confusion. "But how? Grandpa, I saw the
Chapter 219: Sakuda!!!
"I promise you, Helen," John vowed, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Your revenge will be absolute. It will be slow, and it will be steady. We are going to tear down everything they think they have built."Helen couldn't speak. She was openly weeping now, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.She wasn't entirely sure how to react. How was she supposed to feel? She looked down at her plate of untouched food, unsure of how to even hold her spoon anymore. How could food possibly have a taste right now? Her brain was a tangled mess of violently clashing emotions.She was incredibly, overwhelmingly happy that her grandfather was alive and sitting right in front of her. But she was deeply, agonizingly sad that her mother was a monster who had pulled a trigger on her own child. She was furious at Ethan for poisoning his own blood. And yet, surrounded by the unbelievable luxury and power of Olympus, she felt strangely isolated. Alone. Like she was standing in the middle of a hurricane wh
Chapter 220: The Gates Of Olympus
The yellow cab didn't even make it to the island."This is as far as I go, buddy," the driver said, slamming the brakes.Fegor looked out the window. They were at a private port on the edge of the mainland. Beyond the heavily guarded docks, the dark ocean stretched out, and in the distance, rising from the water like a glowing fortress, was the Island. It didn't look like a piece of land. It looked like a floating country, glittering with skyscrapers, massive domes, and a central peak that touched the clouds.Fegor paid the driver with the last of his cash, grabbed his battered duffel bag, and stepped out into the freezing night air.He had to take a public transit ferry just to get to the outer ring of the island. The ferry was filled with wealthy businessmen, tourists with heavy wallets, and people who looked like they owned private yachts but were slumming it for the experience. They all stared at Fegor. They looked at his swollen, purple eye, his busted lip, and his torn, cheap s