All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 111
- Chapter 120
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THE CONFRONTATION
CHAPTER 111 – THE CONFRONTATIONKelvin’s chest heaved, fists clenching and unclenching like he could crush the world—or be crushed by it. Logan Black stood a few feet away, calm, pale-eyed, unmoving, like a statue carved from something older than time. Patrick and the two massive men flanked him, silent and dangerous, their presence pressing against Kelvin’s chest like lead.“You—you’re insane,” Kelvin spat, voice shaking with disbelief. “This is some kind of joke, right? Right?!”Logan tilted his head, those piercing snow-white eyes unblinking. “Insane? Maybe. But reality rarely looks how you expect.”Kelvin swallowed hard, panic clawing at him. “Reality? You—you’re telling me you’re my father? After all these years? After everything I’ve lived through? And I’m supposed to just… accept this?”Patrick scoffed behind him, the sound harsh, metallic. “He’s not wrong, you know.”Kelvin whirled around. “Not wrong? You don’t even know what you’re talking about!” He could feel his voice clim
THE CASTLE
CHAPTER 112 – THE CASTLEThe car moved like it had a mind of its own, gliding silently across the darkened roads. Kelvin sat stiff, hands gripping the edge of the seat, pulse hammering. He stared out the tinted windows, trying to process what had just happened. His mind was a whirlwind—Mia, Diana, Logan, the threats… the sheer impossibility of it all.The forested roads gave way to a wide open driveway, lined with tall, iron gates that gleamed under the moonlight. The car slowed, turning through the arching entrance. Kelvin’s stomach twisted into knots. Ahead, a mansion—no, a fortress—loomed. Stone walls, turrets reaching like sharp claws at the night sky, banners fluttering gently in the breeze. The gates opened as if expecting them, revealing the courtyard beyond.All around, guards stood at precise intervals, armor glinting under lantern light. Their eyes didn’t flicker; they didn’t breathe like humans. They were statues with weapons, ready for war. Kelvin’s throat went dry.The ca
THE ORPHANAGE MEMORIES
CHAPTER 113 – THE ORPHANAGE MEMORIESKelvin looked around the room once more, his gaze tracing the high ceilings, the dark polished wood, the glimmer of chandeliers, the velvet drapes that swept like soft shadows over the floor. It all screamed power, wealth, and history—things he had never imagined belonging to him. And yet, somehow, they did.Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, a name whispered like an echo, one he had never known but was about to discover: his real parents. The richest people in SunCity. People who had money, influence, secrets that could probably rewrite the map of the city if anyone dared to cross them. His real parents…The thought made his chest tighten. He tried to swallow it down, tried to keep it together, but the memories of a life he thought he’d left behind surged forward—memories he hadn’t touched in years.Kelvin’s mind slipped, uninvited, back to the orphanage. The smell of worn mattresses, the faint stench of old walls, the sound of laughter that
ANGER AND FAITH
CHAPTER 114 – ANGER AND FAITHKelvin stormed to the back of the orphanage, fists tight at his sides, chest heaving with a fire he didn’t know how to release. His small boots pounded against the cracked concrete floor, echoing down the long, narrow hallways like warning drums. The walls seemed to close in on him, mocking him with every step. He had been patient, hopeful even—but hope had betrayed him. Hope had walked out of the door holding someone else’s hand, leaving him behind, again.He shoved open the wooden door at the rear of the orphanage and let himself collapse into a heap. Tears blurred the edges of his vision, hot and humiliating. The bitter taste of failure filled his mouth. He had wanted, needed, to be chosen so badly that he had rehearsed every smile, every polite bow, every word. And still… nothing.“Why?!” he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of frustration. “Why me… never me?”The room was quiet except for the low hum of the heating pipes and the distant foot
FIRST MORNING AT HOME
CHAPTER 115 – FIRST MORNING AT HOMEKelvin woke up to light streaming through a window he didn’t recognize. The room smelled faintly of clean linens and something sweet, like cinnamon and warm bread. He blinked several times, the sunlight washing over him, revealing walls painted a soft, cheerful yellow—so different from the gray, dusty orphanage halls he had known. For a moment, he felt frozen, caught between disbelief and a cautious sort of hope.He sat up slowly, his small body still stiff from the unfamiliar bed. The sheets were smooth, not scratchy, and the blankets smelled faintly of something comforting, something safe. He ran a hand over them, fingers brushing against the silky texture, marveling at the sensation. This… this is real?“Kelvin, good morning!” a cheerful voice called from somewhere nearby, warm and lively.Startled, he turned, and there she was: his new mother. Her smile was bright, her eyes kind, and her hands were busy on the small table in the corner of the ro
THE TEA, THE TRUTH, AND THE MOTHER HE NEVER KNEW
CHAPTER 116 — THE TEA, THE TRUTH, AND THE MOTHER HE NEVER KNEWKelvin inhaled deeply, then stood. His feet touched the floor and the soft carpet cushioned his steps as he walked out of the room. The house was too quiet, too elegant, too… big. Every sound he made echoed lightly, as if the house itself was listening.He followed the familiar hallway—dark polished wood, gold-framed paintings, a chandelier that didn’t just hang but floated like it knew it was expensive. The closer he got to the sitting room, the more his heartbeat picked up.He stepped into the sitting room.There he was.Logan Black.Logan sat at the small round tea table beside the window, a porcelain cup in his hand, steam curling from it in lazy spirals.“Kelvin,” Logan said without looking up immediately. His voice was deep, level, almost calm in a way that felt dangerous. “Come. Sit.”Kelvin obeyed quietly, pulling out the chair across from him. His palms itched. His throat felt tight for no reason he could articula
THE HEIR THEY WILL HATE
CHAPTER 117– THE HEIR THEY WILL HATE Logan nodded once—slowly, as though confirming something he wished he didn’t have to say.“Finish your tea,” he said quietly.Kelvin didn’t touch it.Logan sighed and folded his hands on the table. There was something tired about the movement. Something old.“Kelvin… look at me.”Kelvin’s eyes reluctantly lifted to his father’s.Logan held that gaze. Steady. Determined.“I am not well.”The words didn’t echo. They sank. Heavy. Final.Kelvin felt his chest tighten. “Not… well? What do you mean?”Logan leaned back in his chair, shoulders sagging in a way that made him look smaller—an illusion Kelvin had never seen on him before.“My health has been declining… for some time now.”Kelvin stared at him, speechless.“It’s why I’ve been… slower,” Logan admitted. “Why I’ve stayed inside this house so much. Why I have not been by your side outside these walls.”Kelvin swallowed hard. “Are you sick?”“Very.”No hesitation. No sugarcoating.Kelvin’s lips par
LEFT AT THE WRONG DOOR
CHAPTER 118 – LEFT AT THE WRONG DOOR Mia didn’t move. She just stood by the car, hugging her doll like it was the only thing keeping her safe. The house loomed ahead—big, brown, too clean, too loud in its silence. The iron gate creaked as they walked up the walkway. Every step made her stomach twist.“Mommy, I really don’t want to go,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Diana bent down, putting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Mia, stop. You’re fine. Trust me. I’ll be back, okay?”Mia shook her head, hugging herself tighter. “I remember last time… she yelled at me for stepping on her stupid lawn. I don’t want her to yell at me again!”Diana let out a sigh, impatient but soft enough to keep calm. “Listen, I already told her everything about you. You’re gonna be okay. Just… behave, alright?”Mia looked unconvinced. Her tiny fingers dug into the fabric of her dress, knuckles white. “I don’t know if I can.”Diana straightened and nudged her toward the front door. “You can. Just go in
A WEEK WITHOUT GOODBYES
CHAPTER 119 – A WEEK WITHOUT GOODBYESMia didn’t know how long she had been sitting on the same couch.Hours?A whole day?Time moved weird here… slow, like it was dragging her by the ankles.Harry’s mother stomped around the house like she was allergic to silence. Cabinets slamming. Phone buzzing. Cigarette smoke trailing behind her like a storm cloud. Every sound made Mia flinch—every step, every sigh, every muttered complaint under her breath.Mia sat stiffly, her doll on her lap, her tiny fingers threading through the yarn hair just to stay calm.Her stomach growled.She hadn’t eaten since morning.But she didn’t ask. She didn’t dare.Harry’s mother was pacing across the kitchen with her phone pressed to her ear. “Yeah, yeah, she left already… No, she didn’t tell me when she’s coming back… Said something about a trip—what? I don’t know.”Mia blinked.Trip?Her mom… left?She squeezed her doll tighter.Harry’s mother looked over at her like she was a stain she couldn’t scrub out. “
THE MAN AT THE DOOR
CHAPTER 120 – THE MAN AT THE DOOR The door didn’t just open—it flew inward like someone pulled it in a panic.And Mia froze.Her fingers tightened on the couch cushion. Her lungs forgot what air was. For a tiny second, the world tilted—“Daddy?”Kelvin stood in the doorway.But not the Kelvin from last week.Not the tired, drained man who always looked like he was running on his last ounce of hope.This Kelvin looked… put together.Hair trimmed. Face shaved. Shirt crisp and tucked. Jacket clean. Shoes polished. Behind him, a long black car purred quietly at the curb, and two men in dark suits stood beside it, hands folded, eyes scanning like trained guards.He looked like a man trying hard to hold himself upright.Trying hard not to fall apart.Then his eyes landed on Mia.And everything in him cracked.One second, he was composed.The next, his face broke open with shock, fear, and something deeper—like a father seeing a nightmare standing on two legs.“Mia.” His voice cracked so s