All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: Repas Du Ciel
The clinking of silverware had long faded, replaced by that uneasy silence that lingered when everyone was too proud to acknowledge what had just impressed them. The table still smelled faintly of truffle oil and garlic butter, the kind of aroma that wrapped itself around the senses and refused to let go.Ruth dabbed delicately at her lips with a napkin, her expression a practiced mixture of grace and restraint. “Well,” she said finally, her tone sharp enough to slice through the tension. “That was… edible.”Alora glanced at her mother, half-expecting her to burst into laughter. But Ruth didn’t. Instead, she seemed conflicted—her brows furrowed, her fingers tapping lightly against her wine glass. The food had been too good. The flavors danced on her tongue like they belonged to a professional kitchen, not a cramped apartment dining room.Sasha, however, was quick to take the moment for herself. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, eyeing Adrian with that familiar look of
Chapter 62: A Quiet Storm
For a heartbeat, no one breathed, no one moved.Sasha’s mouth hung open halfway through another round of thanks, her words caught between her tongue and her pride. Ruth’s smile froze—her polished, socialite grin cracking like porcelain under invisible pressure.Ben almost stood up, pinning Adrian with a deadly gaze. “What did you just say, Adrian?” he asked.Adrian’s voice lingered in the air—measured, calm, but heavy with certainty. “I said, I am not going to take up the offer. I am not going to work in Repas Du Ciel, under Ruth Brown…a fraud who doesn’t pay her workers.”Silence spread like wildfire.Ruth blinked once, then again, her painted lashes fluttering as though that might erase what she’d just heard. She managed a brittle laugh. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”Adrian looked straight at her, not cruelly, not mockingly —just directly. His tone remained polite, conversational even. “Repas du Ciel,” he said, enunciating the words like a judge delivering a verdict. “Opened its fi
Chapter 63: The Weight Of Dignity
The air in the apartment turned thick, like the room itself had taken a deep breath and was holding it in.Ben leaned forward, brow furrowed. “Ruth… is that true? What Adrian said about your restaurant?”He tried to keep his tone neutral, but there was unease in his voice — the kind that comes from sensing something ugly beneath the surface.Ruth snapped her head toward him, outrage flashing across her face. “Are you seriously asking me that? Ben! You think I’d stoop that low?” Her voice cracked, rising with practiced indignation. “Of course it’s a lie. That man is blaspheming my business, trying to ruin my reputation because I offered him work and he’s too arrogant to accept it!”Sasha gasped, clutching her chest. “Adrian!” she hissed, her voice trembling with fury. “How dare you speak that way to someone who only wanted to help?”Before Helen could react, Sasha’s hand lashed out. The slap echoed across the room — sharp, cutting through the tense air like the crack of a whip.SMACK!!
Chapter 64: Challenge
The silence after Ruth’s outburst stretched thin, humming like an electric wire ready to snap. Everyone waited for Adrian’s response — half expecting an apology, half eager for another reason to tear him down.But Adrian only smiled, that same calm, quiet smile that made Ruth feel, for just a split second, as if she was the one being pitied.“What can I do instead?” he repeated softly. “That’s simple.” He leaned back slightly in his chair, his tone easy, almost conversational. “If I must work, I’d rather work where honesty still matters — even if the walls are made of tin instead of marble.”Ruth frowned, thrown off. “What nonsense are you talking about?”Adrian’s eyes lifted to hers. “There’s a small corner restaurant downtown,” he said. “Mr. Lin’s Corner Kitchen. It’s nothing fancy — no chandeliers, no imported wines — but the food is real. The people are kind. The old man who owns it doesn’t cheat his workers, doesn’t bribe officials, doesn’t wear gold to hide rust.”He paused, le
Chapter 65: The Perfect Face!
Vanessa Lang walked into Lang Enterprises looking and feeling like a million dollars. Her heels clicked on the marble floor, her perfume trailed like success itself, and the entire office seemed to hold its breath. Cameras flashed. Phones lifted discreetly. The new face of Crestmoor Holdings had arrived.Whispers followed her through the hallway—words like unstoppable, genius, queen. Everyone had heard the news: Vanessa Lang had sealed the Crestmoor partnership with the Cross family. After weeks of negotiation, setbacks, and whispers of disaster, she’d turned it all around and come out on top.Her assistant nearly tripped trying to hand her a morning report. “Ma’am, congratulations! The Cross press team already confirmed your name on the partnership list and once signed, you are… well, a big woman.”Vanessa accepted it with a calm smile, pretending she hadn’t waited her entire life for this moment. Inside, her chest swelled with triumph. She had to open her legs for this opportunity,
Chapter 66: Trouble In Mr. Lin's Kitchen!
The lunchtime rush had died down, but the smell of sizzling garlic and soy still hung thick in the air of Mr. Lin’s Corner Kitchen—a humble eatery tucked between a pawnshop and a phone-repair stall on Brooklyn’s East Side. The signboard outside was fading, its red letters chipped by rain and years, but inside, warmth still lived.Mr. Lin wiped his hands on his apron, the same one he’d worn for nearly fifteen years. His hair had turned silver since he first opened this place, but his back remained straight, his eyes bright behind the smudged glasses perched on his nose. The little restaurant was his pride, his only legacy after his wife passed away.But today, pride was all he had left to defend.At table 3, a man in a charcoal suit slammed his chopsticks down hard enough to rattle the soy-sauce bottles. “Is this what you people call service?” he barked, his voice echoing across the room. “I asked for the chef ten minutes ago!”The other diners froze. Some lowered their heads, pretendin
Chapter 67: Kneel!
Mr. Lin’s jaw tightened. His hands, the same hands that had once cooked banquets for weddings and festivals, now shook from a mixture of anger and humiliation. But he swallowed it. Pride wouldn’t feed his workers or pay the bills.“Please, sir,” he said softly, bending down to pick up the bowl himself.The man chuckled darkly. “Pathetic. Maybe I’ll buy this dump just to tear it down. Put up a parking lot. I hear old cooks like you retire quietly when you’ve got nowhere to work.”A murmur rippled through the customers. Someone whispered, “That’s Mr. Warren Zhao —the investor who owns half the food plazas downtown.” Another added, “He’s ruthless. He sues anyone who crosses him.”Warren heard them and smiled like a wolf. “You all hear that? I am ruthless. That’s how success works. You small-timers think loyalty and kindness pay bills? Wrong. Only power does.”Mr. Lin straightened slowly, his back stiff and aching as he set the broken bowl gently on the counter. The shards clinked against
Chapter 68: Warren Zhoa
The air inside Lin’s Corner Kitchen hung heavy with smoke, soy sauce, and humiliation. The crowd that had gathered was silent now — not from respect, but from fear. Mr. Lin stood frozen, trembling slightly as Warren’s words echoed in the cramped room. Even the sound of the sizzling wok in the back seemed to hold its breath.“Three seconds,” Warren said coldly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Three seconds, old man. Either you’re on your knees, or I’ll make one phone call and this shack will be gone by morning.”The diners, loyal regulars who knew Lin’s humble heart, began whispering frantically.“Just kneel, Master Lin,” one of them urged.“Please, sir, he’s not worth it,” another added.Kai’s voice cracked as he stepped closer. “Master, please… don’t risk everything. He’s dangerous.”They all genuinely loved the old man. To them, he had the best meal when compared even to bigger places.Warren lifted a manicured hand, glancing at his gold watch, smirking as the seconds ticked by.“
Chapter 69: A Deal Of Fire And Iron
Adrian’s reply was almost bored, as if he’d been having this exact conversation a thousand times and this version was merely another draft. “You have anger issues, Warren,” he said, quiet, cutting. “You think the world is solved by fists and fiends. There are better fights to pick — ones that require skill, restraint, and a palate.” He nodded toward the kitchen. “You said you’re the best chef in the city.”“I am.”“Then prove it.”The words hit like a gong. The entire room froze.Warren blinked. “What?”“Let’s settle it properly,” Adrian said. “You claim to be the best chef? Fine. Compete. You cook. I cook. Let everyone here decide which of us actually deserves to be called a chef.”For a second, there was nothing — and then Warren exploded in laughter, throwing his head back. His guards joined in, echoing his laughter like hyenas.“Nah, this guy is officially crazy.”“Who let him out of his cage? He not only disrespects Chef Warren, but he challenges him to a competition."“This woul
Chapter 70: Stage One
Mr. Lin’s Kitchen felt charged, like something holy and forbidden was about to unfold. The shouting had quieted, replaced by whispers — the kind that trembled between curiosity and disbelief.Mr. Lin stood behind the counter, still pale, his hands trembling slightly. Kai hovered near him, whispering, “Master, should we stop this? What if this man..”Lin silenced him with a slight wave. “Let it happen. The people have already decided that they want to see this. Also, some part of me believes that this would be good for us.” And indeed, the customers had turned the small restaurant into an arena. Phones were out. The clink of cutlery stopped. Every chair turned toward Adrian and Warren Zhao, the self-proclaimed best chef in the city.But before the competition could begin, a voice rose from the doorway.“Then let there be a judge,” the man said.All eyes turned to the speaker.He was tall, dressed in a plain black mandarin suit with a silk scarf tucked neatly at th