All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 81
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THE WRECKAGE WE MADE
CHAPTER 81 – THE WRECKAGE WE MADEHe didn’t kiss her like a husband kissing his wife—he kissed her like a man trying to survive his own heartbreak. It wasn’t soft or tender; it was chaos—lips clashing, teeth grazing, pain spilling into passion. Every second of it screamed you hurt me, but I still need you.Diana froze for a heartbeat, a soft gasp lost against his mouth. Then the shock flickered into something darker—want, sharp and reckless. The hands meant to shove him away twisted into his shirt instead, dragging him closer. Her lips parted, answering his fire with her own, kissing him like she’d just remembered what it felt like to want him—and wasn’t about to forget again.She tasted the same—sweet wine and stubborn lipstick—but everything else felt different. Rougher. Urgent. He kissed her like it was the only language he remembered, guiding her backward with every breathless step. Their mouths stayed locked, a messy, hungry dance through the dim living room and straight into the
THE CLEANSING
CHAPTER 82 – THE CLEANSINGThe accusation hung in the air, sharp and brittle. Kelvin stood frozen, the hollowness of his own excuse—I wasn’t—echoing in the silence she left behind as she stormed toward the stairs. He could still taste her on his lips, a confusing mix of Diana and despair.Her heels clicked a staccato rhythm of pure fury on the wooden steps. He heard their bedroom door slam, the sound a physical blow. The parlor, once filled with the music of their frantic coupling, now felt like a crime scene.He forced his legs to move, following her up, each step heavier than the last. The door was ajar. He pushed it open to find her already in the ensuite bathroom, the shower roaring to life, steam beginning to billow into the bedroom.She didn’t look at him. Her reflection in the mirror was a mask of cold anger, her eyes glittering with a heat that had nothing to do with desire. She yanked the pins from her hair, letting the dark curls tumble down around her shoulders. With a shar
THE MORNING AFTER
CHAPTER 83 – THE MORNING AFTERThe first thing Joyce noticed was the sunlight — warm and lazy, crawling across the silk sheets like it had nowhere better to be.The second was the smell. Coffee. Eggs. Toast.She smiled. He’s cooking.For a full minute, she just lay there, stretching like a cat beneath the covers. Her body ached in the best way — a reminder of everything that happened last night. The way he had said her name. The way his hands had trembled when he touched her. The way he had kissed her like she was air and he’d been drowning all his life.It had been reckless. Stupid. Beautiful.And finally, finally, it felt like something had shifted.Diana turned her head to the side, eyes drifting toward the empty space beside her. The sheets were crumpled, still faintly warm.She smiled again, biting her lower lip. “You’re learning, Kelvin,” she murmured to no one, a little hum in her throat. “Breakfast in bed? About time.”For the first time in months, maybe years, she felt peace.
THE CONFRONTATION
CHAPTER 84– THE CONFRONTATIONKelvin barely had time to set the tray down when he heard it — the sharp, uneven rhythm of footsteps upstairs. Fast. Angry.His heart lifted for a second — he thought maybe Diana had woken up early, maybe she’d be surprised by the breakfast. Maybe last night had really meant something.He’d spent the entire morning trying to shake off the heaviness sitting on his chest. He’d convinced himself it was just exhaustion. That what happened between them had been real. That maybe they could finally start over.He was wrong.Because the way she came storming down those stairs, hair wild, robe flying behind her, eyes blazing like a damn thunderstorm — Kelvin knew peace had just left the building.“Diana?” he said, forcing a careful smile. “Morning. I made—”“Don’t you dare say breakfast,” she snapped. Her voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t you dare, Kelvin.”He froze, confused. “What’s—”“Save it!” she barked, snatching the phone off the counter and shoving it into
BROKEN FIRE
CHAPTER 86 – BROKEN FIREThe moan of Joyce’s laughter bled through the speakers again — soft, unguarded, painfully familiar — and then something in him snapped.The phone flew from his hand.It hit the marble floor with a sharp crack, skidding under the coffee table. The echo of the impact filled the entire room.Lola didn’t move. She had expected anger — she had wanted anger — but not like this. Patrick’s chest was heaving, his jaw set so tight that the muscle near his temple jumped with every breath.“She did this?” he asked, his voice trembling with a rage that barely sounded human.“Yes,” Lola said carefully. “I told you—”“Don’t.” He held up a hand, cutting her off. “Don’t you dare start with ‘I told you.’”She froze.Patrick ran both hands through his hair, pacing the room like a man trying to hold himself together by force. “That—” he started, then stopped. “That was Joyce. My Joyce.”Lola flinched at the word my. Even now. Even in anger.“She was with him,” he continued, voice
THE CALL
CHAPTER 87 – THE CALLThe silence that followed Lola’s departure was deafening.Patrick stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the debris of his own temper — shards of his phone glinting under the chandelier light, papers scattered like fallen leaves across the marble floor. His chest rose and fell too fast, the pulse in his throat hammering against the skin.For a long time, he didn’t move.The anger that had burned through him moments ago was dissolving into something colder, heavier.He pressed both palms to his face and drew in a shaky breath. He could still hear Joyce’s laughter bleeding through those speakers, soft and warm and so painfully real. It haunted the corners of his mind, refusing to fade even after he’d destroyed the phone.Her laughter used to make him feel alive. Now, it made him feel sick.Patrick lowered his hands, his eyes tracing the cracks across the marble floor. The whole room felt unfamiliar — like a stage after a storm, where everything beaut
THE DAY FREEDOM LIED
CHAPTER 88— THE DAY FREEDOM LIEDIf betrayal had a heartbeat, Kelvin could still hear it — slow, calm, and wrapped in the scent of Diana’s perfume.He used to believe freedom meant waking up beside the woman he loved, watching the morning light slip across her face, feeling peace settle in his chest like home. But that morning, freedom lied.The alarm went off at 6:15 a.m. sharp. Kelvin was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the half that was empty — her side. The pillow still held a dent where her head used to rest, faintly smelling of lavender and the tears she probably shed before she left.Diana was gone… for more than a week now.And not because he betrayed her — but because she thought he did.A fake video had ruined everything. One that showed him, clear as day, in a hotel room with Joyce — yes, he and Joyce were close… but they didn’t. The clip had spread like wildfire, sent to Diana’s phone that morning. She hadn’t waited for an explanation. She hadn’t
THE DAY FREEDOM LIED
CHAPTER 88— THE DAY FREEDOM LIEDIf betrayal had a heartbeat, Kelvin could still hear it — slow, calm, and wrapped in the scent of Diana’s perfume.He used to believe freedom meant waking up beside the woman he loved, watching the morning light slip across her face, feeling peace settle in his chest like home. But that morning, freedom lied.The alarm went off at 6:15 a.m. sharp. Kelvin was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the half that was empty — her side. The pillow still held a dent where her head used to rest, faintly smelling of lavender and the tears she probably shed before she left.Diana was gone… for more than a week now.And not because he betrayed her — but because she thought he did.A fake video had ruined everything. One that showed him, clear as day, in a hotel room with Joyce — yes, he and Joyce were close… but they didn’t. The clip had spread like wildfire, sent to Diana’s phone that morning. She hadn’t waited for an explanation. She hadn’t
FACE TO FACE
CHAPTER 89 — FACE TO FACEIf the world wanted a show, Kelvin was about to give it one.The car stopped in front of the Grandview Hotel, its glass doors gleaming like polished lies under the noon sun. The place looked expensive — too expensive — the kind of building people built to hide sins behind luxury. He sat there for a long moment, engine still running, the sound of the AC filling the silence. His hands rested on the steering wheel, but his mind… his mind was somewhere else.Diana.She looked happy in that photo. Not the kind of happy that could be faked — no, it was the real thing. The kind that burned. The kind that made a man question if the years he’d spent loving someone meant anything at all.He rubbed his jaw slowly, feeling the tremor in his hand. His phone screen glowed on the passenger seat, that photo still open — her smile, his nightmare. And beside her, Harry, wearing that smug grin that had always looked too slick, too rehearsed.Harry had been his friend once. The
WHEN LOVE TURNS RED
CHAPTER 90— WHEN LOVE TURNS REDThe sound of that punch still rang in his ears—sharp, clean, and full of everything he’d been holding in for years.Harry stumbled, blood spilling through his fingers, eyes wide with disbelief like he couldn’t comprehend that Kelvin had actually hit him. Like he thought he wouldn’t.Big mistake.“You—fucking—” he started, but Kelvin was already on him again. Kelvin’s hand fisted his shirt, slamming him into the wall so hard the painting behind him crashed to the floor.“For years, Harry!” Kelvin snarled, spitting the words in his face. “Six fucking years fighting for a family that wasn’t even mine!”He coughed, trying to catch his breath. “Man, you don’t understand—”“Oh, I understand perfectly.” Kelvin’s fist cut him off again, landing straight in his gut. The air whooshed out of him as he doubled over, gasping, eyes watering. “You were in my bed. With my wife.”Diana’s screams were faint behind Kelvin. “Kelvin! Stop it! Please!”But he couldn’t. He wa