All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: Necessary Sacrifices
"Come," Ethan said again, his voice a velvet lure, gesturing toward the far edge of the rooftop. The one that dropped away from the manicured lawns and twinkling neighbor lights, into the endless black maw of the woods beyond. "There's something you need to see. Over here."Samuel hesitated, his small frame rooted to the spot. The boy's mind raced—he could feel it in the way his fingers drummed against the railing, a silent Morse code of panic. Wrong place. Wrong time. Uncle Ethan's not right. Grandpa... he's sick because of him. What if he knows I know? But curiosity, that treacherous spark in every child, warred with the terror. And Ethan knew how to fan it."Don’t be scared, come on. It's just a firefly," Ethan added, injecting a note of boyish wonder into his tone, the kind he'd practiced in front of mirrors to disarm boardrooms full of sharks. "A big one. Glowing like a star that fell too low. You like fireflies, don't you? Remember the ones in the garden last summer? We chased t
Chapter 52: Samuel
Ethan slipped through the French doors like a shadow folding into itself, the cool night air clinging to his skin like an accusation he couldn't shake. The mansion's halls were mercifully dim, lit only by the occasional sconce flickering like guilty consciences. He moved on instinct—past the grand staircase, up the side servants' steps to avoid the creak in the main one—and into his chambers without so much as a whisper of fabric against wood. The door clicked shut behind him, soft as a lie settling into place.He stood there for a heartbeat, his chest heaving under the crisp white shirt now rumpled and stained with invisible sin. The room smelled of polished oak and his own cologne, a sanctuary of tailored suits and leather-bound ledgers that suddenly felt like a cage. “Act normal, Ethan. Act normal,” he told himself, stripping off the jacket and tossing it over the armchair. “You've done worse. You'll do it again.” He splashed water on his face from the basin, the droplets cold ag
Chapter 53: Innocent Coyote
While the others had been calling his name, Ethan had doubled back in the chaos he created, torch in one hand, his Swiss Army knife—multi-tool of the modern gentleman—in the other. A quick slash on the poor boy’s cheeks, three deliberate slash to mimic the claws of an animal –a wild animal, the blade's edge catching just enough to draw blood without severing too deep. After that, he smeared it with dirt from his own boot, pressed leaves into the wounds for authenticity. Bear? Coyote? Doesn't matter. Wild enough to sell the story perfectly. Now, as the lights danced, those marks stood out stark—jagged, brutal, a story written in flesh. And of course, who wouldn’t believe the scene as he planned it out?Was he proud to be doing this? To be slashing the face of the dead body of his poor nephew’s? Not exactly. Did he have a choice? Probably yes. He could have warned or even severely threatened the young lad. Somehow, he could have found a way to not kill a young kid. But did he do it?
Chapter 54: Lonely At The Top
That night stretched into an eternity of agony for the Crosses, the mansion's walls closing in with the weight of loss. Clara rocked in the corner, murmuring sad nonsense to the empty air, while Marcus paced like a caged wolf, fists bloody from punching the study wall. Evelyn, one of the aunts, brewed endless tea no one drank, and the rest of the family clutched themselves together, comforting one another over the loss of the little boy who died from a mysterious animal.Ethan lingered on the periphery, offering shoulders and sympathies, his mind a whirlwind of contingencies. The autopsy will show the fall, but those marks... they'll buy time. Blame the woods, not the rooftop. After some time, Ethan, as the acting head, finally began to address the family. He took a deep breath, brushing his fingers against the sleeve of his jacket before stepping into the center of the room. His expression was solemn, carefully composed, the very picture of a grieving but steadfast leader.“Enough,
Chapter 55: Crevices In The Walls
The new apartment was small —small enough that every sound carried: the whistle of the kettle, the groan of the pipes, the low hum of traffic from the street below. Helen had tried to make it feel like home. She hung soft curtains, wiped every corner until it gleamed, and placed a little vase of fresh daisies on the kitchen table. Still, there was no hiding the cracks in the wall or the faint smell of rust in the tap water. It wasn’t exactly terrible, but it couldn’t be called a home when compared to the Cross’ mansion, where they came from.But somehow… it felt warmer than the Cross estate ever had.The first night had been quiet —uncomfortably so for Sasha and Ben, who were used to servants gliding in and out with trays and fine wines every single blessed day. For Helen, though, the silence was a kind of peace. There were no whispering relatives, no disapproving glares, no polished smiles hiding knives. Just family.She could live with that.Still, she missed her grandfather. She f
Chapter 56: Moth To A Garden
That morning, sunlight spilled across the dining table, catching the steam from the bowls of congee and fried eggs Adrian had prepared. The food smelled heavenly —ginger, garlic, a hint of soy sauce, all balanced to absolute perfection.Ben leaned back with a sigh after his first bite. “Well,” he said, licking his lips, “at least the boy knows how to cook. I’ll give him that.”Sasha, however, was not as easily won over. “Cooking won’t pay the bills,” she said sharply, setting her chopsticks down with a clack. “Adrian, you’ve been here several days now. Don’t you think it’s time you started earning your keep?”Helen glanced up, her fork halfway to her mouth. “Mom, he’s already…”But Sasha cut her off. “No, Helen. Don’t defend him. Your father and I lost everything because of you two. And now that we’re stuck in this… this matchbox, the least he can do is pull his weight.” She turned to Adrian, her eyes cold. “You can cook, can’t you? Then maybe find work at a diner. Or clean. Or fix t
Chapter 57: Moth To A Garden
The morning light broke soft and lazy through the worn blinds, painting faint bars across the dining table. Breakfast had ended, but the air still smelled faintly of garlic and soy sauce, a reminder of the meal Adrian had made earlier — and the silence that followed it.Ben was the first to break it.He leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs, arms crossed over his chest. A wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.“You know, Adrian, I find you funny.” Ben said.Adrian raised his brows, “And why is that, Ben?” he asked in confusion. You talk about money like you’ve actually seen it. In your words ‘It won’t be a problem anymore’” he said with a short laugh, his tone half-mocking, half-curious. “Tell me, Adrian, what do you even know about money? You’ve been broke all your life, haven’t you?”Adrian didn’t flinch. He turned off the stove quietly, wiped his hands on a towel, and leaned against the counter. His expression was calm — almost too calm. “I know more than you t
Chapter 58: Ruth & Alora
Ruth waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense. Family should always check in on one another.” She turned, surveying the room again with a faint crease of distaste she tried — poorly — to hide.“I brought a few things,” she said, lifting a paper bag of groceries. “Just small items. Olive oil, fresh fruit, a bit of wine. I thought you might need them.”“Need,” Sasha repeated quickly, her tone defensive. “We’re fine, actually. The place just needs a little polish, that’s all. We are definitely not hungry.” she had to be defensive. This gesture was not needed and definitely not from the heart of the woman standing before her.Ruth’s smile didn’t falter. “Of course. Of course.”Adrian stood from where he’d been by the counter, nodding politely. “Thank you for the gesture, Mrs. Brown.” He smiled, recognizing the woman before she could recognize him.Her eyes flicked to him, assessing. “Ah, the famous Adrian,” she said with a practiced laugh. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” she said in a m
Chapter 59: Domestic Adrian
Ruth tilted her head, all innocence. “Oh, dear, didn’t you know? The fight club incident — it’s all over the society circles. Everyone’s saying Fabio was humiliated there. Some even claimed he was attacked by a stranger. It’s quite the gossip.” Clearly, they didn’t know it was Adrian.Helen’s stomach twisted. She clenched her hands in her lap, trying to keep her composure.Ben cleared his throat loudly. “That’s… exaggerated, surely. Fabio’s a fine man. He even came by recently.”Ruth’s eyebrows rose, intrigued. “Really?”“Yes,” Sasha jumped in eagerly. “He visited us himself and even made us dinner. Such a kind gentleman. He and Helen will be married soon. Everything’s going smoothly.”Ruth’s lips curved into a knowing smirk and an almost visible insecurity. “Is that so? Because rumor has it, the Romano family’s been… reconsidering. They say Fabio doesn’t like being associated with drama. But I’m sure it’s just talk.”Helen’s pulse pounded in her ears. Every word from her aunt felt l
Chapter 60: Poetic Wisdom
Ruth and Alora exchanged a glance, then reluctantly took their seats. Ben and Sasha hovered close, desperate to play gracious hosts, while Helen remained at the edge of the table, her arms crossed loosely. She wanted to see this play out.Alora stabbed a piece of chicken with her fork, eyeing it skeptically before taking a bite.Then she froze.For a brief moment, she didn’t move. Her eyes flicked up, confusion flickering across her face — confusion that quickly turned to disbelief. She swallowed, then took another bite, slower this time. Her brows lifted, the sarcasm melting away.“This…” she murmured. “This is… actually… good.”Ruth, curious, lifted her own fork and tried a taste. Her expression faltered the same way — just for an instant — before she recovered. “Hm,” she said, carefully setting the fork down. “Yes. It’s… surprisingly decent.”Ben smirked, puffing his chest slightly. “I told you he’s useful. The boy can cook.”Alora leaned back, shaking her head slightly. “No, this