All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Noah​​Why did Clara act so differently today? Her question concerned me. “Do you believe in true love that never ends in betrayal?”Was she trying to plant a seed of mistrust in me about Raymond? Or was it just a simple question, a passing thought? I didn’t want to overthink it. After everything that happened today, I wasn’t in the mood for mind games.I glanced at her, trying to decipher her intentions. I chose my words carefully. “I think true love is rare, but it does exist. It’s something that needs to be nurtured, cared for… It’s not always perfect, but it’s worth fighting for. And I believe some couples would never betray each other.”She looked at me with an unreadable expression. Before she could answer, Neil and Raymond arrived back at the table. Neil’s happy smile was replaced by a pale face and tired eyes. I knelt down, instantly concerned. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, gently brushing a hand through his hair.Raymond stepped forward, his expression filled with worr

NoahNeil and I spent the day cocooned in the warmth of our home. I was glad to be surrounded by the simple joys that came with his gentle presence. It took my mind off… other things.Neil was extra sweet and cuddly when he was sick. His little body curled into mine as we watched movies, played board games, and worked on puzzles. I made him his favorite chicken noodle soup, the steam rising in comforting waves. And when night fell, I helped him with a warm bath. The water soothed his tired muscles, and he giggled softly as I scrubbed his back with a washcloth."Mommy, will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Neil asked, his voice small and tired as I tucked him into bed."Of course, sweetheart," I whispered, brushing a stray curl from his forehead before pressing a kiss to his warm skin. "I'll be right here."I sat beside him, humming softly as his eyelids fluttered and closed. His breathing evened out into the rhythm of sleep. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of

NoahI didn’t know how to explain the feeling that washed over me when I saw Clara suddenly appear in Neil’s room. My breath caught in my throat. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took in the sight of her standing there. She stood so still, almost as if she were part of the shadows. Her presence felt intrusive, unsettling. Especially in this most sacred space—Neil’s room, where I should have felt nothing but warmth and safety.“What are you doing in here, Clara?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Though a tremor of unease slipped through. It was late—too late for casual visits, and certainly too late for wandering around a child’s room.Clara turned to me, startled. She obviously hadn’t heard me come in. Her face was unreadable in the dim light. “I heard Neil,” she said softly, almost too softly. “It sounded like he was having a nightmare. I came in to check on him. I didn’t want to wake you or Raymond, so I thought I’d make sure everything was okay.”Her explanation was r

NoahRaymond leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Clara with genuine interest. “What kind of wish, Clara?”Clara hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully. Then her face lit up with excitement. “I’ve been thinking… I’d really love to travel with you all. Like a family vacation. We could just relax, and enjoy each other’s company.”Neil’s eyes widened with pure joy. “Travel? Ooh! Can I come? Can I come?” He was practically bouncing in his seat. The prospect of an adventure filled him with boundless energy.I forced a smile, trying to match their enthusiasm. But inside, my mind was racing. Clara’s request was reasonable on the surface—a young woman who had lost h

NoahClara stood before us in her new bikini. The vibrant blue fabric clung to her like a second skin. The sight of her so boldly displaying herself sent a shockwave through me. I could feel the blood drain from my face. My stomach twisted into knots. A sickening combination of disbelief and anger bubbled up inside me. How could she be so utterly unaware—or worse, completely aware—of how inappropriate her actions were?Raymond, too, seemed taken aback. His eyes widened briefly in surprise before he quickly averted his gaze. A flush of embarrassment crept up his neck. “Clara,” he said in a stern voice, “That’s something you should save for the seaside, not wear here at home.”Clara’s response was immediate. Her face morphed into an expression of innocent surprise. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable. I just wanted to see if you liked it.”Her words were like sugar-coated poison. I had to force myself not to