All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

NoahI stared at Clara with contempt. My patience was fraying with every word she spat out. "Me? I stole Alejandro from you? You have a lot of nerve, Clara." My voice was sharp, laced with the anger bubbling inside me.Clara's eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side as if she were truly puzzled. "Excuse me? These pictures are crystal clear to me. You had a lovely date with my boyfriend." Her tone was dismissive, as though this whole situation was a mild inconvenience to her."Clara," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. Though my hands shook with the effort, "Don’t play innocent with me. I’m done believing your lies."She stared at me with wide eyes. A feigned look of shock was plastered on her face. It was almost impressive how convincingly she could act. Almost."We have given you everything, supported you when your life was falling apart. And what do you give us in return? You break up our marriage and destroy our family." My voice trembled with the wei

NoahI looked at Raymond, feeling the weight of everything that had transpired. The mix of hope and hurt in his eyes was undeniable. I could see how deeply this situation was affecting him. I hesitated for a moment. I couldn’t bear the thought of breaking up our family. But he had broken my heart and shattered my trust."I... I don’t know, Raymond. I need time to think,” I said honestly. “I think I should move out for a bit, and go back to my old penthouse. We both need some time and space, to cool off and reconsider everything."His face fell. A mix of sadness and resignation clouded his features. “I understand,” he said, his voice heavy. Despite his acceptance, I could see the strain in his eyes. It was clear that he was hurting, but I had to do what was right for myself. The betrayal was still fresh. It was clear that Raymond had cheated on me. And while Clara's manipulations had played a role, Raymond’s actions were his own responsibility.As I wrestled with my thoughts, a messa

RaymondAfter Noah left, I was a shell of myself. The mansion had turned into a place of suffocating despair. I tried to hold it together for Neil’s sake, but the effort was exhausting. I worked from home, unable to bear the thought of walking into the office. My reflection in the mirror was a ghost of its former self. My unshaved stubble and eyes heavy with sleepless nights, were nothing like the man I had been only a week ago. I was losing myself in the despair of losing the love of my life.Every day, I replayed the events over and over, searching for some clarity. I wished I could explain to Noah that nothing significant happened with Clara. But the more I replayed it, the more I doubted myself. Clara’s ‘accidental’ kiss—why hadn’t I pulled away sooner? And the incident at the tennis court, when Clara leaned into me, making me uncomfortable—why did I let it go that far? The night we spent on the couch, watching that movie, why didn’t I just go to bed? Not only that, my belief in

Noah“Hi, Mr. Weston. It’s so good to hear from you. How is my mother? Is she okay?” I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, though my heart raced with anxiety.“Evelyn is finally out of quarantine, Noah. You can visit her now,” he answered, relief and warmth evident in his voice.“Oh, thank God! Thank you so much for letting me know. Neil and I will visit you both tomorrow.”As I hung up the phone, a wave of emotions crashed over me. I had waited so long for this moment. To finally reunite with my mother. To introduce her to Neil, the grandson she had never met. The thought of seeing her again brought tears to my eyes, but they were tears of relief and gratitude.“Neil,” I called, turning to my son, who was watching the fish in the zoo’s aquarium. “Guess what? You’re going to meet Grandma tomorrow!”Neil’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really, Mommy? I finally get to meet Grandma?”I smiled at his enthusiasm. “Yes you will, darling. And we want to make a good impression.”The next

NoahThe sound of Cassandra's excited voice filled the air as she spun around, a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm. I watched her with a mix of amusement and hesitation. Vegas? I wasn’t sure if I could. My heart was still heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened with Raymond. The idea of celebrating anything just felt… wrong.“I know you’re my maid of honor, Noah, so traditionally you would be in charge of organizing my bachelorette party. But with everything you’re going through… I thought I’d take it on myself,” Cassandra explained, her smile bright and infectious.I opened my mouth to protest, to tell her that I wasn’t up for it. My mind was a fog of confusion and sadness. The last thing I felt capable of right now was partying in Las Vegas.“Oh… I don’t know, Cass… I’m not really in the best space right now,” I began, trying to find the right words to let her down gently. “Exactly,” she interjected, her tone firm yet gentle. “This will be the perfect distraction, Noah