All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NoahClara was drowning! My heart pounded as I ran toward the shore. But Raymond was ahead of me, sprinting down the beach. His eyes were locked on Clara’s struggling form.Without a second thought, he dove into the water, swimming with powerful strokes toward her. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched them. I felt helpless on the shore. Neil, who had been building a sandcastle nearby, looked up in confusion. His face paled as he realized what was happening.“Mommy, what’s going on? Is Clara going to be okay?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear.“She’ll be fine,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “Your dad is going to get her.”I held Neil close, my eyes never leaving the water. Every second felt like an eternity as I watched Raymond reach Clara. He got to her just in time, wrapping his strong arms around her frail, trembling body. She clung to him desperately, her face pale with terror. He pulled her toward the shore with all his strength. The waves fought against

NoahI could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Fear and disgust churned in my stomach. This man was too much. Everything was too much. I didn’t want his attention, his offer, any of it. I just wanted to escape—to be anywhere but here, dealing with anything but this.I awkwardly adjusted the short, revealing dress I’d hastily slipped on over my bikini before fleeing the villa. The fabric clung uncomfortably to my damp skin. I felt horribly exposed, like every part of me was on display. I could feel his eyes lingering on my body, sending a cold shiver down my spine.“Please, just leave me alone,” I managed to choke out, my voice strained and trembling. I wasn’t sure if he would listen or if he would keep pushing. But I had to try. I couldn’t let this go any further.For a moment, he hesitated. His eyes narrowed as he seemed to weigh his options. The smirk on his lips faltered, just for a second. I hoped he would back off.But then, just as quickly, his expression hardened. He leaned ba

NoahClara's face paled as I marched toward her, fury radiating off me in waves. She’d been caught off guard. For a moment, her confident facade faltered. Neil’s innocent, wide eyes darted between us. His confusion was evident as he clung to his floaty, unaware of the emotional storm brewing between the adults.I could feel the anger pulsing through me, making my hands shake. But then, as I looked down at Neil, my heart clenched. His innocent gaze locked onto mine. His small face was scrunched in worry, as if he barely recognized me.“Mommy?” he asked, his voice small and uncertain. “What did Auntie Clara do?”His innocence, so pure and untouched by the chaos surrounding him, jolted me back to reality. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tempest within me. This was my son—my little boy who didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess.“Sorry, buddy,” I said, my voice softening as I knelt down at the poolside. “Auntie Clara made Mommy very angry, but it’s not something you need to w

RaymondI sat alone on the beach, my hands buried in my hair, staring out at the endless ocean. The waves crashed against the shore with a relentless force that mirrored the chaos inside my mind. I felt like I was being pulled under. Drowning in the silence that had settled between Noah and me. It had been days since we last spoke, and every passing minute without her felt like another piece of my heart being chipped away.Noah hadn’t let me near her since that day. She wouldn’t even let me explain. She’d built walls around herself, shutting me out completely. And I got it—I really did. After everything she went through with Owen and Josie, how those betrayals had nearly destroyed her… It made sense that she couldn&rsqu

NoahRaymond and I rushed into the living room. Our hearts were pounding, each beat echoing with the fear of what we might find. The sound of a strange man's voice talking to our son had sent a jolt of panic through us. But when we entered the room, it was empty. Raymond looked at me with a puzzled expression, silently gesturing for me to stay quiet. He grabbed a baseball bat from the corner, holding it tightly as he moved towards the next room. I followed close behind, my breath held in anticipation.The stranger's voice drifted through the house again. “Look what I have for you, boy.” The voice came from the kitchen. Raymond’s grip on the bat tightened, and he quickened his pace. I stayed close, fear twisting in my gut as we approached the kitchen door.