All Chapters of The General's Ex-Wife's Regret: Chapter 161
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Chapter 161
“Jasmine! Jasmine! Oh my God!”Ophelia burst into Jasmine’s office, her voice trembling with panic.Jasmine immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up. The moment she saw her mother’s pale face and heaving chest, she shot to her feet.“Mom? What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.Ophelia collapsed onto the sofa, her strength giving out as she broke down in sobs.“Y-Your cousin, Jasmine… Abigail…” Her voice cracked. “She’s dead!”The words hit Jasmine like a blow.Her knees weakened, and she sank down beside her mother, her body suddenly numb.“S-She was found dead this morning in her home,” Ophelia continued through tears. “Oh, poor girl! She had such a bright future—and now she’s gone!”“B-But how?” Jasmine whispered, her voice shaking. “How did she die? She was just at home the other day!”Ophelia dabbed at her tears with a tissue, her hands trembling.“S-Someone broke into her house. I… I don’t know all the details yet. The police are still investigating.”A sudde
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The news reached Sophia before the sun had fully risen.She stood frozen in the middle of her living room, the television flashing red banners that refused to stop screaming BREAKING NEWS. The anchor’s voice was calm, professional—too calm for the words coming out of his mouth.“Carl Donovan, former special operative and known fugitive, is now wanted in connection with the death of Abigail Garcia. Authorities believe he may be armed and extremely dangerous.”Sophia’s fingers slowly tightened around the mug in her hand.“No…” she whispered. “That’s impossible!" The screen shifted to a photo—Carl’s face, sharp-eyed, unreadable. The same face she had seen disappear into the shadows days ago without explanation. The same man who never ran unless he was being cornered.And Carl Donovan never let himself be cornered.Her phone vibrated violently on the table.She didn’t need to look to know who it was.Gabriel.She answered immediately.“Tell me this isn’t real.”Silence crackled on the o
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“You’re wanted now, Boss,” Red said through the earpiece.Carl took a deep breath. He was standing in front of the house of Vincent Reid—the leader of the Diamond Gang.“I know. I’m not surprised anymore,” Carl replied calmly.He already knew Jasmine was behind it. She knew he had been searching for Abigail.But Carl didn’t care.What mattered now was infiltrating the Black Disciple Syndicate completely.This was no longer just a mission for him.This had become personal.“Let’s stay focused,” Carl said. “We’ll deal with that later.”“Yes, Boss,” Jade and Red answered in unison.Carl lifted his gaze toward the heavily guarded mansion. The place looked ordinary from the outside—clean walls, warm lights, the illusion of safety.A lie.“Red, what do we have?” Carl asked.“Thermal scans show at least twelve armed men inside,” Red replied. “Two at the front, four patrolling the back. Vincent Reid is in the basement.”Carl smirked faintly. “Of course he is.”Jade’s voice followed. “Boss, on
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Vincent moved first.A rookie mistake.He lunged for the gun hidden beneath his desk, fingers barely grazing the grip before Carl crossed the room in a blur. The impact was brutal—Carl slammed Vincent against the metal shelving, the racks rattling as crates crashed to the floor.Vincent grunted. “So it’s true,” he rasped. “You really are enhanced.”Carl didn’t answer.He drove his fist into Vincent’s ribs.Crack.Vincent screamed, the sound sharp and ugly. He swung back wildly, pulling a blade from his sleeve. Carl twisted just in time—the knife sliced air instead of flesh—but Vincent was faster than the men Carl had fought earlier.Trained.Dangerous.Vincent slashed again. This time the blade nicked Carl’s arm.Pain flared—but only for a second.Carl looked down at the wound. Watched as the skin knit itself back together.Slowly.Deliberately.Vincent froze.“Oh,” Vincent breathed. “Beautiful.”Carl’s eyes darkened.He grabbed Vincent’s wrist and crushed it.The knife clattered to t
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Carl arrived at the Blue House. He needed to speak with the President. Now that Vincent was in custody, they would finally be able to uncover more about the Black Disciple Syndicate—who they really were, how they operated, and how deep their influence ran. But before he could even step past the gates, the Presidential Security Group guards stationed there stopped him. “Sir, you can’t enter,” one of the officers said firmly, blocking his path. Carl narrowed his eyes. He already had a bad feeling about this. “I have clearance,” he replied coldly. “This is urgent. It concerns national security.” The guards exchanged glances, then one of them lifted his radio. “We’ve been instructed not to let you in, Mr. Donovan.” Carl clenched his jaw. So it’s already reached this level. “Who gave the order?” he asked. “Orders from above, sir,” the guard answered carefully. “You are currently considered a person of interest.” Carl let out a short, humorless laugh. Wanted. Barred fro
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Carl was escorted inside the Blue House moments later.The doors closed behind him with a heavy thud, sealing off the noise and tension outside. The hallway was quiet—too quiet. Every step echoed as he walked, his senses automatically on alert, scanning and listening. Old habits never really died.A PSG officer stopped in front of a large wooden door.“The president is waiting for you,” the officer said before opening it.Carl stepped inside.President Leo stood near the wide window, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the capital. The late afternoon light framed him, casting long shadows across the room.“President Leo, I’m here.”Leo turned toward Carl and smiled when he saw him.“Carl Donovan. We meet again. Please, sit.”Leo gestured toward the sofa. Carl took a seat, while Leo moved closer and sat on a single chair across from him.“We’ve taken Vincent Bane into custody,” Leo said. “It was… surprising. And impressive.”“I did what I had to do, Sir,” Carl repli
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Sophia stood near the edge of the grand ballroom, her fingers tightening around the stem of her champagne glass as her eyes scanned the crowd—again.He wasn’t there.Crystal chandeliers bathed the banquet hall in warm gold light. Politicians, generals, foreign delegates—everyone who mattered tonight was present. Laughter floated through the air, mingling with soft orchestral music. It should have been perfect.Yet Sophia felt restless.Carl should have been here.She didn’t even know why she was looking for him. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe—deep down—she just needed to see him with her own eyes, to be sure he was safe.“Sophia.”She turned to see Richard approaching, his expression already annoyed.“You shouldn’t be wandering around like that,” he said, lowering his voice. “People are watching.”Sophia forced a polite smile. “It’s a banquet. People always watch.”Richard leaned closer. “I heard you were asking about Carl Donovan.”Her jaw tightened. “I was not.”
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Sophia waited until the applause faded and the crowd slowly broke into smaller conversations. Her heart was still pounding, but she forced her feet to move. One step. Then another.Toward him.Carl stood near President Leo, surrounded by officials and senior officers congratulating him. He listened more than he spoke, his responses short, respectful. The uniform fit him too well—like it had always been meant for him.When his eyes caught Sophia again, there was no surprise this time.Only awareness.“Excuse me,” Sophia said politely as she reached the circle. “General Donovan.”The title felt strange on her tongue.The men around Carl turned to her, curious. Carl inclined his head slightly. “If you’ll excuse us,” he said calmly.Something in his tone made them step back without argument.They moved toward a quieter corner of the ballroom, away from listening ears.Sophia crossed her arms, studying him. “So… General.”A faint smile tugged at Carl’s lips. “You don’t look impressed.”“I’
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Carl felt it the moment he stepped out of the Blue House grounds.That subtle shift in the air.The kind that came when predators finally decided you were worth hunting.The banquet had ended with polite smiles and forced laughter, but beneath the crystal chandeliers and orchestral music, something darker had begun to stir. He adjusted his coat as his convoy rolled through the capital streets, city lights blurring past the tinted windows.General.The title still tasted unfamiliar.Across from him, Red sat rigid, eyes sharp. Jade drove, hands steady on the wheel, but Carl knew them well enough to recognize the tension.“They’re watching now,” Red finally said.Carl nodded. “They always were. They just stopped pretending.”At headquarters, Carl dismissed the guards and went straight to his office. It was newly assigned—larger, cleaner, with walls still bare. No personal items. No history. Just power, freshly painted and deceptively sterile.He stood by the window, looking down at the c
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Sophia didn’t know why, but there was something unsettling in the way Richard was looking at her.His gaze followed her every move, sharp and watchful, as if he were making sure she never slipped out of his sight.“What did I do this time?” Sophia asked lightly as she took a bite of her hotdog. “It’s still morning, and you already look like I ruined your day.”Richard took a slow, controlled breath. “How long have you known Carl Donovan?”Sophia froze for a split second. Then she rolled her eyes, clearly irritated.“Him again? How long are you going to stay insecure because of him?”Richard slammed his hand on the table, the sudden sound making a few nearby guests glance their way.“Be careful with your words, Sophia. I’m your husband!” he snapped. “Why would I be insecure of him?!”Sophia slowly put the hotdog down and crossed her arms, her expression hardening.“Because you keep bringing him up,” she said calmly, but there was steel beneath her tone. “Because ever since Carl resurfa