All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 71
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THE CALL THAT DIDN'T CONNECT
CHAPTER 71 — THE CALL THAT DIDN’T CONNECT“Mom, I’m serious this time. I just need a little—okay, not little, but it’s not like I’m asking for the moon,” Harry said, pacing the living room with his phone dangling loosely in his hand. His voice had that sharp edge of charm and desperation he used whenever he was trying to convince his mother of something.Mrs. Steele sat at the marble counter, stirring her tea like she was auditioning for calmness itself. “Harry, you’ve said that before. Every time you say it’s ‘not much,’ it ends up being a whole damn volcano.”He stopped pacing and flashed her a grin that could melt ice. “That’s because I deliver results, Mom. I just need to fix a few things, and then everything will fall into place.”“Mhmm.” She took a sip of her tea, unimpressed. “So, how much this time?”Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Just a few thousands—”Her eyebrow shot up. “Few?”He winced. “Okay, more than a few. But I’ll pay it back.”Mrs. Steele let out a dry laugh
TINY TYRANT, BIG DRAMA
CHAPTER 72– TINY TYRANT, BIG DRAMAThe rumble of the school bus hit the street like a drumroll, and Kelvin froze mid-kiss, his tie half undone, heart leaping into his throat. Diana shrieked, hands scrambling over the sheets, tugging at her blouse, cheeks burning hotter than the stove.“Shit! The bus!” Kelvin hissed, yanking the zipper of his pants in a panic while simultaneously trying to grab a shirt.Diana shoved the nearest robe over herself, twisting it around her like a human pretzel. “Mia’s home! Mia’s home! Oh no, oh no, oh no!”From the curb, a tiny voice called out, impatient, carrying the unstoppable energy of a six-year-old. “Mom! Dad! I’m home!”Mia stepped down from the bus, her backpack swinging, shoes scuffing the sidewalk. She squinted at the front window, catching a glimpse of her parents—red-faced, flustered, half-covered. Her little hands shot to her hips. “Uh… hi?”Kelvin froze, mid-button, eyes wide. “Mia! Sweetie! Hi, honey!” He yanked on his shirt like it had be
BABYSITTER WARS
CHAPTER 73– BABYSITTER WARS“I want Aunty Joyce.”The air froze.Diana froze mid-step, her hand still clutching her purse strap. Her face shifted in slow motion — confusion, disbelief, then that familiar stormy glare that could silence a room. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”Kelvin winced. He knew that tone. That Oh-no-she-didn’t tone.Mia blinked, totally unaware she’d just walked straight into a family minefield. “Aunty Joyce always lets me watch cartoons past bedtime,” she said, smiling like that sealed the deal.Kelvin’s hand went straight to his forehead. “Oh, boy.”Diana turned to him so fast the air practically snapped. “Oh, boy what?”“Nothing!” Kelvin said quickly, hands up in surrender. “I just—uh—don’t think Joyce can babysit tonight.”“Why?” Mia piped up, eyes wide with innocence.Diana’s smile was thin, like she was trying very hard not to explode in front of a child. “Because, sweetheart, Joyce is… busy.”“She’s always busy,” Mia muttered with a pout. “What’s she doi
DINNER AT LA PERLE
CHAPTER 74 – DINNER AT LA PERLEThe drive to Miss Clara’s house was anything but peaceful.Mia sang off-key in the back seat, swinging her bunny by the ears, while Kelvin gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Diana sat beside him, arms crossed, gaze fixed out the window, every inch of her body radiating silent judgment.The car smelled faintly of Diana’s perfume and grilled cheese crumbs from Mia’s lunch box. Somewhere between the traffic lights and Mia’s third rendition of “Let It Go,” Kelvin decided that silence was probably safer than small talk.Mia leaned forward, her little voice breaking through the tension. “Daddy, are we almost there?”Kelvin forced a smile into the rearview mirror. “Almost, sweetheart. Five more minutes.”“Five minutes is forever,” Mia groaned dramatically, flopping back in her seat. “Aunty Clara better have cookies ready.”“She always does,” Kelvin said, too quickly.Diana shot him a look that could’ve set the dashboard on
TABLE FOR FOUR
CHAPTER 75 – TABLE FOR FOURThe air in La Perle shifted the second that voice said his name.“Kelvin?”It wasn’t loud, but it cut through the hum of jazz like a cracked glass. Diana’s fork stilled mid-air. Kelvin’s heart gave one ungraceful thump.He turned his head and—of course—there she was. Joyce. In an emerald dress that glittered every time she moved. Same soft smile. Same familiar warmth in her eyes. The same person he never expected to see again—especially not tonight, especially not with her.“Joyce,” he said, the word coming out half-breath, half-shock.Diana’s lips parted into a sharp little curve that was nowhere near a smile. “Of all the restaurants in the city…”Joyce’s expression flickered when she noticed who was sitting opposite Kelvin. “Oh. Diana. Wow. Hi.”“Hi,” Diana replied, tone polite and poisonous at once.Before Kelvin could think of a way to diffuse the tension, another voice joined—deep, smooth, and entirely unwelcome.“Joyce, darling, are these friends of y
DINNER FOR OBEDIENCE
CHAPTER 76 – DINNER FOR OBEDIENCE The invitation came wrapped in silence and perfume.Joyce found it on the marble counter that morning — an embossed white envelope sealed with gold wax, sitting beside her mother’s untouched cup of tea. The scent of roses clung to it, too deliberate to be accidental.Her mother didn’t look up from her newspaper when she spoke. “He dropped by this morning.”Joyce froze halfway to the kettle. “Who?”“You know who,” Mrs. Arizona said smoothly, flipping a page. “Mr. Williams. He said you left things unsettled the other night.”Joyce’s pulse quickened. “You mean the night I ran away from his proposal?”Her father’s voice cut in, cold and controlled. “The night you embarrassed this family.”Joyce turned to face him. He stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, his expression carved from disappointment. “Dad, I—”He raised a hand. “Don’t. You’ve said enough. You will meet him tonight.”Joyce blinked. “Meet him?”Mrs. Arizona set her cup down with
SHE FELT LIKE A QUEEN
CHAPTER 77– SHE FELT LIKE A QUEEN Joyce stormed out of the restaurant, heels clicking like gunfire on marble, and slid into the limousine with a whip of her hair. Leviathan followed, all calm menace and dark temptation. Inside, the air crackled—hot, heavy, and laced with the sharp scent of tension and her own dizzying perfume. Her heart thudded against her ribs, wild and unrestrained, filling the silence he’d left hanging after that infuriating, intoxicating declaration.“Thriving when they take wasn’t hers,” he had murmured. And she had.He was there. Kelvin. Sitting across the glittering restaurant like he owned the damn place, that lazy, heart-melting smile aimed at a woman with hair spun straight out of a shampoo commercial. The sight hit Joyce like a punch—sharp, cold, and humiliating. Every nasty thing her parents ever said about him clawed back to life. He doesn’t want you. He wants your money. You’re just the fool who paid for the show.The whole damn dinner had been an act.
HOT, HOTTER...HOTTEST
CHAPTER 78– HOT, HOTTER… HOTTEST Before she could process the promise in those words, his hands were on her. They slid from her face to her shoulders, his grip was strong. With a low growl that vibrated through her very bones, he physically pivoted her in his lap. The world spun for a dizzying moment—the blur of the fogged window, the dark leather seats—and then her back was flush against his chest, her face turned toward the glass reflecting his triumphant expression.“What are you—” she began, but the protest died in her throat as his hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there with a possessiveness that stole her breath.This isn’t for him, she had thought moments ago. But now, the control she had so fiercely claimed was being wrested away, and a treacherous, shocking thrill shot through her. The sight of Kelvin’s easy smile, the bitch Diana , the crushing certainty that she was unloved and unwanted—it all coalesced into a desperate need to feel anything el
THE DOOR THAT SHOULDN'T HAVE OPENED
CHAPTER 79 – THE DOOR THAT SHOULDN’T HAVE OPENEDKelvin didn’t flinch when Joyce stood up.He caught the flash of green out of the corner of his eye — the shimmer of her dress as she pushed back her chair — but he didn’t move. The scrape of metal against marble was sharper than it should’ve been. One moment, Joyce was sitting there, pretending that everything was fine, pretending that her pulse wasn’t sprinting. The next, she was on her feet… her heels clicked once, twice, and then she was gone.Just like that.Leviathan’s smirk followed her like smoke.Kelvin’s stomach dropped. He hated that man—hated the way he said her name like it belonged to him, the way he looked at her like she was something expensive he’d won. And the worst part? Joyce didn’t even fight it. Not tonight.Diana looked after her with a smile that could slice through glass. “I guess dessert wasn’t sweet enough for her.”Kelvin took a sip of his drink, pretending to be unfazed. “Guess not.”He didn’t let his voice
THE KISS THAT LIED
CHAPTER 80– THE KISS THAT LIEDFor a moment, Kelvin thought his heart had stopped.Everything inside him went still — the breath in his chest, the thoughts in his head, even the trembling in his fingers. The world blurred until all that existed was the inside of that car — Joyce, Leviathan, and the truth he’d just stumbled into.Leviathan’s face twisted first — fury, sharp and instant, as he realized the door had opened. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice ripped through the night, rough and cold.Kelvin didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His gaze was locked on Joyce.She sat there, frozen, her skin pale and bare against the emerald silk. Her hair was a little messy, her chest rising too fast as she clutched her breast with one trembling hand. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something — anything — but no sound came out.For the first time since he’d met her, Joyce looked… human. Not composed, not untouchable, not the woman who always knew what to say. Just shattered.Kel