All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 261
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Chapter 261: Gutsy Or Goofy?!
Renessa was notoriously, famously independent. She had publicly crushed the egos of oil tycoons, tech billionaires, and Hollywood A-listers who had tried to court her. She had repeatedly stated in interviews that she had no interest in dating, that men were a distraction to her empire, and that she possessed zero tolerance for unsolicited advances.And yet, here was a man they all believed to be a broke intern, brazenly hitting on her in front of half of Manhattan's elite."Ma'am... please, give me the word!" the security guard pleaded, his hand shaking on the taser, his blood visibly boiling. "I want to teach this ignorant fool a lesson! He clearly is mad in the head! He just called you a thief!""Please, Boss!" Chloe cried out from the floor, tears of outrage welling in her eyes. "You have to say something! Do something! He is clearly not aware of who you are! He is a peasant!"Everyone had their thing or two to say. The room was a hurricane of wealthy outrage.In the center of the
Chapter 262: “I Don’t Need Clothes To Prove My Worth!”
She looked at the cheap, try-hard red dress. She looked at the frantic, desperate hunger in Tisha's eyes… the kind of hunger that Renessa found deeply, fundamentally pathetic.Renessa’s face remained a mask of flawless, chilling indifference. She didn't thank Tisha. She didn't acknowledge the slap. She simply looked past the trembling girl, completely dismissing her existence, and locked eyes with Fegor once more."You are bold, stranger," Renessa said. Her voice cut through the fading applause of the crowd, instantly silencing the room once again. She spoke as if Tisha had never interrupted them.Renessa took a slow, deliberate step closer to Fegor, her hazel eyes scanning the dark navy fabric of his jacket."Tell me," Renessa commanded softly, her tone shifting from curious to deeply analytical. "Why buy a Dashiki suit..." She gestured gracefully toward the Virgil Abloh masterpiece sitting inside the glass dome. "...when you are currently wearing a Kiton that costs at least five tim
Chapter 263: The Hulk Transforms!
"Where is your cashier?!"The demand rang out like a gunshot, slicing through the heavy, perfumed air of the VIP foyer. It wasn't a request; it was an absolute directive issued by a man who had suddenly claimed total ownership of the room.For a few agonizing seconds, no one moved. The billionaires, the socialites, and the tactical bodyguards surrounding Renessa remained perfectly still, trapped in the gravitational pull of Fegor’s sheer audacity.Then, from the far corner of the floor, a timid, hurried shuffling broke the silence.A young girl, barely out of her teens and looking entirely out of place among the seasoned, snobbish staff of Eyter’s Boutique, scurried forward. She was wearing the standard crisp black uniform of a junior associate, but it looked a size too big on her slender frame. Her hands were physically trembling as she clutched a sleek, silver point-of-sale terminal to her chest like a protective shield. She kept her head down, her eyes darting nervously between th
Chapter 264: Walking On Egg Shells
"You are a loud-mouthed, arrogant, pathetic excuse for a human being," Fegor growled, leaning down so his face was level with hers. "You should not be privileged to scrub the toilets in premises like this, let alone serve the public. You are rude. You are disgusting. You are disrespectful. And you are highly, unforgivably unprofessional."He didn't raise his hand. He didn't need to. The raw power radiating from him was a weapon all its own. Not even the burly security guard, who was still holding the taser, dared to take a step toward him. The guard’s hands were visibly shaking, his weapon lowered toward the floor."I look at you," Fegor hissed, his eyes locked onto Chloe's trembling pupils, "and I see a woman whose soul is so rotten and bitter that you would make a horrible, toxic mother. But all of that is your cup of tea. That is the miserable life you have chosen to live."Chloe let out a tiny, whimpering gasp, tears of pure terror finally spilling down her heavily made-up cheeks.
Chapter 265: It Is Over! Is It??
The boutique was quiet for exactly one half of a second.And then, the crowd absolutely erupted.It wasn't just murmurs this time. It was an explosion of cruel, raucous, belly-deep laughter."I told you!" Tisha screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together like a deranged seal. "I told everyone! He's a broke, lying fraud! His card declined! Oh my god, his fake little magic card declined!"Lance threw his head back and roared with laughter, clutching his ribs. "Card failure! Three point seven million, and the street rat gets a decline! This is the greatest night of my life! Somebody call the cops!"Chloe let out a shrieking, hysterical laugh of pure, vindictive relief. "You see, Boss?! You see?! He is a con artist! He's a pathetic, mentally ill beggar who stole a suit and tried to play games with us!"The billionaires in the crowd pointed and chuckled, shaking their heads at the sheer audacity of the failed bluff. It was the ultimate humiliation. Th
Chapter 266: Tier-One
The young cashier didn't wait for permission. She turned on her heel and sprinted across the marble floor, her sensible black shoes slipping slightly as she scrambled toward the back offices.The VIP section of Eyter’s Boutique was left in a state of suspended animation. The air was so thick with tension it felt like trying to breathe underwater.The mocking laughter that had filled the room just thirty seconds ago had completely died in the throats of the wealthy elite. The billionaires, the hedge fund managers, and the socialites exchanged nervous, bewildered glances.An Obsidian-Class Direct Uplink terminal? Most of the people in the room, despite their staggering wealth, had never even heard of such a device. They carried Black Centurion cards. They had private bankers on speed dial. But the idea of a financial network so exclusive, so utterly isolated from the commercial banking system that it required a proprietary machine kept in a master safe... it was unfathomable. It was a l
Chapter 267: Dangerous Stranger
The machine on the counter whirred, and instead of printing a flimsy white paper receipt, it fed out a uniquely thick, heavy sheet of black cardstock, the transaction details pressed into the paper in raised gold ink.The manager picked up the receipt with trembling hands, placing it on a silver tray, and bowed his head so low it practically touched the marble counter."Transaction complete, sir," the manager whispered reverently.The silence in the boutique was absolute. It was the silence of total, unmitigated defeat.Three point seven million dollars. Three point seven freaking million dollars… Cleared in less than two seconds. Without a single blink of hesitation.Then, Tisha's shrill voice shattered it."He hacked it!" Tisha screamed, pointing a shaking finger at the screen. She was practically vibrating with denial. "He is an IT intern! He's good with computers! He just programmed that stupid piece of metal to trigger a fake screen!"Chloe, desperate to save her own skin, immedi
Chapter 268: The D-Day
The internet was entirely broken.If you opened Twitter, there was only one hashtag trending globally, dominating the top fifty spots across every country on earth: #WestSyndicateCentennial.If you opened TikTok, every single live stream, every reaction video, every fashion influencer was talking about the same thing. News anchors on CNN, BBC, and Al Jazeera had abandoned political coverage and wars to focus entirely on the countdown clock ticking away in the corner of their screens.It was time.Tonight was the Centennial Gala. The absolute biggest, most secretive, and most heavily guarded event in human history. Hosted by the West Syndicate, the invisible hand that guided the global economy.But the sheer scale of the wealth wasn't what had the public in a frenzy. It was the promise of a revelation. For decades, the head of the West Syndicate—the Boss, the Ghost, the ultimate puppet master— had remained completely anonymous. No one knew his name. No one had a photograph. However, al
Chapter 269: The Center Of The Universe
"Please. Do not call me a demon," Sasha snapped defensively, adjusting the heavy diamond necklace resting on her collarbone. "I loved my daughter. Helen was my blood. But I just needed to do what needed to get done. The contract they had me sign made me completely incapacitated. If Helen married that pathetic, broke chef, I would have lost my entire lifestyle. I would have been left with nothing."Sasha shot Margaret a venomous look. "You talk like you are not the Queen of Witches yourself, Margaret.""Oh, please," Margaret said, waving a manicured hand dismissively, completely blind to her own hypocrisy. "I would never hurt family."It was a staggering lie. Margaret was the exact woman who had stood in a dark room and helped Ethan sign the papers to slowly poison her own brother, John Cross, to secure the empire. They were a car full of vipers, entirely convinced of their own righteousness."Whatever," Sasha muttered, fluffing her hair. "Just stay out of my way tonight. There are oil
Chapter 270: The Prince Of Dubai
The exterior of the West Syndicate Centennial Hall was designed to do exactly one thing: remind the most powerful people on earth that they were still just guests in someone else’s house.The grand driveway was paved with seamless, sparkling black stone that looked like a slice of the night sky. Massive, gravity-defying water features flanked the entrance, where water flowed upward in twisting, impossible helixes, guided by silent magnetic fields. Valets in sharp, charcoal-grey suits moved with the lethal, coordinated precision of military operatives, silently whisking away hypercars and armored cruisers.Everything was so beautifully co-ordinated. And this was nothing short of the pre-painted image of how the West Syndicate hosts meetings or events like these. Top-tier conveniences. For the billionaires, politicians, and tycoons arriving, the unspoken rule of the night was simple: play it cool.Well, the reason for that rule was quite obvious. Everyone here was obscenely wealthy. Ev