All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 131
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WAS IT HIM?
CHAPTER 131- WAS IT HIM?The heavy oak door of her home clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed was more deafening than the roar of the party. The air in the foyer was still, cold, and carried the faint scent of his expensive bourbon. Diana didn’t need to see him to know he was there, a predator waiting in the shadows of his own domain.“Out without a word.”His voice was a low rumble from the direction of the study, devoid of its usual warmth. It was the voice he used before a storm. Kelvin stepped into the dim light, his form unfolding from a leather armchair. His tie was loose, his hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—were fixed on her with a heat that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with possession.“Kelvin, I—” she began, her party-ready confidence evaporating.“Don’t.” He was in front of her in three long strides, his presence overwhelming the spacious room. He didn’t touch her, but he might as well have. His anger was
DENIAL
CHAPTER 132– DENIALHis name was a choked whisper on her lips, a desperate attempt to anchor herself in a reality that was tilting on its axis. “Kelvin…”He stilled above her, his body a heavy, familiar weight. The frantic rhythm of their lovemaking halted, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths in the darkened room. Concern etched his handsome features, his dark eyes searching her face. “What is it, my love? Did I hurt you?”No, she thought, her mind reeling. You’ve just rewritten everything.Her gaze was locked on the nape of his neck, on the mark she had seen a thousand times in their life together and yet had never truly seen. A simple birthmark. A quirky part of the man she’d known since they were teenagers. But now, under the pale moonlight and the shadow of Logan Black’s proclamation, it was no longer simple. The lines coalesced into a distinct, terrifying shape. A flickering flame.“Diana?” he prompted again, his voice softer now, laced with a vulnerability that cracke
THE BLACK HEIR
CHAPTER 133 — THE BLACK HEIRCould he be the Black heir?The thought hit Diana again, harder this time, like a fist to the chest. Her heart was sprinting so fast she could feel it in her teeth. The Black bloodline wasn’t just rich. It was the kind of rich that made presidents nervous. The kind that didn’t appear on Forbes because Forbes asked permission first. And Kelvin? Her Kelvin used to cry at dog food commercials and once lost his keys inside the fridge.But the way Mrs. Jonathan had straightened like a soldier the second he spoke… the way every guard in the room shifted their weight toward him without even realising it…No. No way.His eyes found hers across the frozen ballroom, dark, lazy, lethal. “Something on your mind, wife?” He said the word wife like he was licking blood off a knife.Diana’s mouth went dry. She couldn’t even swallow.Then he turned that voice on the room. Calm. Bored. Absolute.“Seize them.”Two words. That was it.Mrs. Jonathan lifted one finger (red nail
THE SLAP THAT CHOSE A SIDE
CHAPTER 134 — THE SLAP THAT CHOSE A SIDEKelvin let the silence stretch just long enough for everyone to feel stupid. Then he inhaled through his nose, slow, almost bored, and turned that lethal little smile on Harry.“Ohhh.” He dragged the word like it tasted sweet. “So that’s the story you’re running with?”
He flicked his gaze up and down Harry like he was looking at dog shit on an expensive shoe.
“Me screwing Mrs Jonathan to get power? Cute. Real cute. But I’m not like you, Blackwood. I don’t have to chase dusty old money and dusty older women just to feel relevant. Cougar season must be paying your bills these days, huh? Respect the grind, bro.”Harry barked a laugh, loud and sharp. “Projecting already? If I wanted antique pussy I’d rob a graveyard, not the woman standing right there.”Diana didn’t even wait her turn. She stepped forward, heels stabbing the marble like gunshots, voice pure acid. “Seriously, Kelvin? Mrs Jonathan?” She looked the woman over like she’d found expired
THE CALL THAT ENDED EVERYTHING
CHAPTER 135 — THE CALL THAT ENDED EVERYTHINGKelvin didn’t even blink when Mrs Jonathan disappeared through the doors. He just rolled his shoulders once, slow, like a lion shaking off rain, and turned that dark, velvet gaze on the three of them –Diana, Harry, and Franciose–standing there looking like kids who just realized the teacher heard every word.“It’s the three of you,” he said, voice low but carrying across the entire stunned rooftop, “that need to get on your knees and apologize to me.”The words landed like a bomb.Diana’s mouth actually fell open. “For what?”Harry barked a laugh, still rubbing the handprint on his cheek. “Yeah, for what exactly, househusband?”Diana crossed her arms, chin high, trying to look unbothered even though her heart was sprinting. “You’re the one who cheated, knocked up some random girl, and now you’ve got the whole hotel kissing your ass. We’re basically even.”Kelvin laughed.Not a chuckle. Not a smirk-laugh.A full, deep, delicious laugh that m
KNEE OR BREAK
CHAPTER 136 — KNEEL OR BREAKDiana’s brain was short-circuiting.
Why is every guard moving like he’s the president? Why is Hans talking about “Mr Kelvin’s instructions” like it’s law?
He’s my househusband. The guy who used to iron my dresses and cry during sad commercials.
Unless…
Unless he really is the Black heir with the flame mark.
The thought hit her so hard her stomach flipped.Kelvin didn’t wait for her to finish spiralling.He lifted two fingers and snapped them once, crisp as a gunshot.“Go ahead and seize them.”The guards exploded into motion. Black suits blurred. Boots pounded marble. In two seconds flat, Diana felt rough hands clamp around her arms like vices. Harry got yanked backward so hard his shoes squeaked. Franciose let out a full-on banshee screech as a guard lifted her clean off the floor by the waist, her stilettos kicking uselessly in the air.“Let us go!” Diana twisted, trying to jerk free, but the grip only tightened until her bones screamed.Kelvin strolled
THE DEVIL I ALREADY KNOW
CHAPTER 137 — THE DEVIL I ALREADY KNOWThe rooftop went dead silent.Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Patrick Tillman didn’t walk in; he arrived. Like a storm that had decided to take human shape. His shoes hit the marble with that slow, deliberate click-click-click that made grown men swallow their own tongues. Every guard straightened without thinking. Even Kelvin’s fingers froze mid-air.Diana’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she felt it in her throat.Patrick.Of course it had to be him.Of all the nights, of all the doors, of all the cities.Patrick’s grey eyes swept the scene once—phones, guards, Kelvin’s barely-contained fury, Harry turning purple, Franciose still dangling like a designer piñata—and the corner of his mouth curled in something that wasn’t quite a smile.Then those eyes landed on Diana.And stayed.“Patrick,” she breathed, the word scraping out raw and desperate. “You’re here. Please save me.”Kelvin’s head tilted, slow, dangerous. “You know her?”
APOLOGISE
CHAPTER 138 — APOLOGISEThe rooftop had gone so quiet you could hear Franciose’s blood rushing to his upside-down head. Phones trembled in manicured hands, red lights blinking like a thousand evil eyes. The city lights glittered below, but up here it felt like the whole world had shrunk to this one circle of marble and bad decisions.Harry wiped sweat off his brow with the back of a shaky hand, then tried to sound like he still had a spine.
“I told you to apologise and you didn’t,” he snapped at Kelvin, voice pitching higher with every word. “Now Diana’s friend is here. Patrick Tillman. They go way, way back. Like, ancient history back. You’re finished, Kelvin. Done. Over. Pack it in.”Kelvin didn’t answer with words.
He just let that slow, filthy smile spread across his face, the kind that promised broken bones and slow kisses in the dark. His eyes stayed locked on Harry, lazy and lethal.A nervous whisper snaked through the crowd, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“That’s Patrick Ti
SWALLOW IT
CHAPTER 139 — SWALLOW ITThe silence after Diana’s scream was so thick you could’ve cut it with one of her Louboutins.
Phones trembled in sweaty palms. Someone’s champagne flute slipped and shattered—nobody even flinched. Franciose whimpered from his upside-down prison, a pathetic little squeak that nobody cared about anymore.Patrick didn’t repeat himself often.
When he did, cities burned.“I said apologise to Kelvin,” he repeated, voice low, lethal, the kind of quiet that made grown men piss themselves. His grey eyes never left Diana’s face, and right now they looked like the bottom of a glacier—cold, ancient, unforgiving.Kelvin just stood there, hands loose in his pockets, that lazy, filthy smile still painted on like he was watching his favourite show unfold in real time. A thin line of blood from the earlier glass cut traced down his neck and soaked into his white collar, making him look even more unhinged and stupidly hot.Harry—sweet, stupid, sweating-through-his-suit Harry—sa
HOUSE HUSBAND
CHAPTER 140 — HOUSEHUSBANDThe rooftop was electric. Nobody had blinked in minutes. The city lights glittered far below like spilled diamonds, but up here the only light that mattered came from phone screens and the cold fury in Kelvin’s eyes.Diana let the silence stretch, long enough to be cruel, long enough for everyone to feel the blade. Then she moved.Not stomping. Walking.
Hips rolling like a metronome set to ruin, red silk sliding over skin with every slow, deliberate step. The dress clung, the diamonds flashed, the heels clicked like a countdown to disaster. Phones tracked her like heat-seeking missiles. She stopped half an inch from Kelvin, close enough that her perfume hit him like a slap, sweet and expensive and suffocating.“Kelvin,” she murmured, low and breathy, the voice she used to use when she wanted him to forget every fight they’d ever had. “Look at me, baby.”He didn’t.
He kept his gaze locked on the skyline, jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from stone, like