All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 181
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LOLA...ALWAYS DELULU
CHAPTER 81– LOLA… ALWAYS DELULULola slammed the door so hard the framed photos on her wall rattled, one of them tilting sideways like it was judging her. Fuck that. She twisted the lock with a click that echoed in her chest, sealing herself in this stupid pink-and-gold prison of a room. Her heart was pounding, blood roaring in her ears like a goddamn freight train. She could still feel the sting on her palm from slapping Joyce, the way her head snapped back—satisfying for a split second before Dad’s voice cut through like a knife.God, she hated her. Hated her so much it burned in her gut, twisting like acid. Joyce, the one who got everything handed to her on a silver platter—Dad’s approval, the company gig, and now Patrick? Her Patrick? The thought made her want to scream again, but her throat was raw from all the yelling downstairs. Lola paced the room, heels digging into the carpet, back and forth like a caged animal. Her camisole clung to her skin, sticky with sweat, and that loo
CAN'T HELP BEING OBSESSED
CHAPTER 82– CAN’T HELP BEING OBSESSED Lola’s mind raced, flipping through every stolen glance she’d ever shared with Patrick, every brush of his arm against hers at those boring family functions. Her fingers moved with purpose now, pressing harder, circling faster, the slick heat building between her legs like a storm she couldn’t outrun. God, why did this feel so good mixed with the hate? It was like fuel—Joyce’s smug face flashing in her head, making her grind her teeth even as her body arched off the bed. That bitch thought she could just waltz in and take what wasn’t hers? No way. In Lola’s fantasy, Patrick was shoving Joyce aside, his eyes locked on her instead, dark with need. “You’re the one I want,” he’d growl, voice rough like sandpaper, hands pinning her down.Her breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving under the thin camisole. The fabric rubbed against her nipples, already hard and sensitive, sending sparks straight down to her core. She squeezed her eyes shut, imaginin
NOTHING LIKE PLAYING WITH TOYS
CHAPTER 83– NOTHING LIKE PLAYING WITH TOYSLola kicked the drawer shut with her heel and crawled back onto the bed, toys clutched tight in one hand like stolen treasure. Her skin was still buzzing from the first orgasm, sensitive and alive, but that greedy ache deep inside hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it was louder now, demanding more. She shoved pillows aside, making space, and yanked her shorts down her thighs in one impatient tug, kicking them off somewhere into the dark. The camisole followed, peeled over her head and tossed aside, leaving her completely bare on the cool sheets.The dildo felt heavy in her palm, cool silicone warming fast against her skin. She dragged the tip along her inner thigh just to tease herself, shivering at the contact. Fuck Joyce. Fuck her perfect life and her perfect excuses. This was Lola’s room, Lola’s body, Lola’s fantasy, and tonight Patrick belonged to her alone. She clicked the vibrator on low— that familiar hum filling the quiet like a prom
RELUCTANT RETURN
CHAPTER 84 — RELUCTANT RETURNJoyce stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed down the front of her sleek black blazer. It was one of her old work outfits—tailored pants, crisp white blouse, low heels that clicked with authority. She hadn’t worn it in months, not since she’d stormed out of the company in a blaze of frustration and tears. Now, here she was, getting ready to walk right back in.It had taken days—actual days—of her parents tag-teaming her like some kind of emotional wrestling match. Her mom with the soft approach, bringing her favorite tea and saying things like, “Sweetheart, your father just wants what’s best for the family. This could be good for you too.” And her dad, more direct, sitting her down at the dinner table with that steady gaze of his. “Joyce, the AI division needs you.”She’d resisted at first, hard. Curled up in her room, replaying the fight with Lola, the rumors, the way everything had blown up. Co
FACES FROM THE PAST
CHAPTER 85 — FACES FROM THE PASTJoyce pushed through the glass doors to the AI division wing, the cool air-conditioning hitting her face like a slap of reality. Her team’s area was just as she’d left it—whiteboards scrawled with algorithms, monitors glowing with code, the low hum of focused chatter. A few heads popped up as she entered, eyes widening in surprise.“Joyce?” Her lead developer, Marcus, stood up from his desk, grinning wide. “Holy shit—boss lady’s back!”That broke the ice. A couple of cheers, some applause. Her project manager, Sarah, rushed over for a quick hug. “We missed you. Things have been… chaotic without your direction.”Joyce felt a genuine smile crack through her tension. “Missed you guys too. Let’s catch up—quick stand-up in five?”Nods all around. It felt good. Familiar. Like slipping into an old, favorite jacket.But as she set her bag down at her office—glass walls overlooking the floor—the high from her team’s welcome started fading. Those faces in the lo
DINNER DISTRACTION
CHAPTER 86 — DINNER DISTRACTIONSJoyce adjusted her earrings in the rearview mirror of her car, parked outside the upscale Italian restaurant Patrick had chosen. The place was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, all soft lighting and valet service—far from the corporate chaos she’d left behind at the office. She hadn’t dressed up much, just a simple black dress and heels, nothing to scream “date.” Because this wasn’t a date. Not really. It was a distraction. A way to drown out Chloe’s venomous words echoing in her head, the sidelong glances from her extended family, the weight of expectations pressing down like an invisible hand.She stepped out, handing her keys to the valet with a forced smile. Patrick was already inside, she knew—he’d texted her the table number. As she walked through the doors, the scent of garlic and fresh bread enveloped her, a temporary balm. The maître d’ led her to a corner booth where Patrick sat, nursing a glass of red wine, his suit jacket draped ov
CROSSROADS AND COMMITMENTS
CHAPTER 87 — CROSSROADS AND COMMITMENTSJoyce stared at her laptop screen, the GreenField Dynamics website glowing back at her. Charts of crop yields, drone surveillance systems, AI-driven irrigation—it was impressive. More than that, it was a challenge. She could see the synergies with her current work: machine learning for predictive analytics, neural nets optimizing resource allocation. But stepping into the family agro business? That meant boardrooms filled with aunts, uncles, and cousins like Chloe, all waiting to pounce on any misstep.She closed the laptop, leaning back on her couch. Last night’s dinner with Patrick replayed in fragments—his easy confidence, the way he’d pivoted from personal to professional when she’d shut him down. Smart move. But the agro pitch felt like a curveball, one thrown with her dad’s blessing. She needed to talk to him, clear the air.The next morning, she called him on her drive to work. “Dad, about this board seat—why now? And why involve Patrick?
VERDICT CROWN
CHAPTER 88 — VERDICT CROWNJoyce finally said yes.Not the loud kind of yes.Not the excited, jumping-into-it kind.The tired yes. The cornered yes. The if I don’t go now, they’ll never let me breathe again yes.She tried to fight it. Tried to delay it. Tried to drown herself in work, in research, in pretending this wasn’t happening. She buried herself in code reviews, late-night reports, anything that would justify pushing the decision to “next week.”But the night before, alone in her room, she ran out of excuses.She sat on her bed, laptop balanced on her knees, the glow of the screen cutting through the darkness. Her phone lay face-down beside her like it was judging her.Fine, she thought. Let me see what I’m walking into.She typed it in.GreenField Dynamics.The page loaded.Then refreshed.Her brows knit together.She blinked once. Then twice.The name at the top wasn’t GreenField anymore.Verdict Crown Group.Her fingers froze on the keyboard.“What?” she whispered.She stare
STAY TUNED
CHAPTER 189And there he was.Kelvin didn’t look surprised to see her.That was the first thing that unsettled Joyce.He sat at the far end of the boardroom table, one arm resting casually against the polished wood, fingers loosely intertwined like he had all the time in the world. His suit was dark, tailored to precision, crisp in a way that suggested authority rather than effort. No loosened tie. No restless movements. Just control.His gaze lifted slowly.And locked onto hers.The room didn’t disappear—but it dimmed.The pull in her chest tightened, sharper now, unmistakable. Recognition, yes—but also something unresolved. Something that had never been given the dignity of a proper ending.Kelvin’s eyes held hers for a fraction longer than necessary.Not longing.Not warmth.Assessment.As if he were reading the woman she had become and comparing her to the one he remembered—measuring the distance between then and now.Joyce didn’t blink.She took her seat without breaking eye cont
PULL IT IN
CHAPTER 190The kiss deepened, pulling them both under like a wave neither had seen coming. Joyce’s fingers tangled in Kelvin’s shirt, gripping the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that matched the years they’d lost—slow at first, testing, then fiercer, like he was claiming back every unspoken word. She tasted the faint hint of coffee on his tongue, mixed with that familiar scent of his cologne, something woody and sharp that hit her like a memory punch.Kelvin’s hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pressing her closer until their bodies aligned, heat building where they touched. Joyce’s heart hammered, a wild rhythm that echoed in her ears, drowning out the distant hum of the city below. She broke the kiss for a breath, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “We can’t do this here.”His eyes, dark and intense, locked on hers. “Then where?” His voice was rough, edged with the same need twisting in her gut