All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

NoahThe neon lights of Las Vegas flickered against the inky sky, casting a surreal glow over the bustling streets. My head was spinning. Not just from the alcohol, but from the whirl of emotions I couldn’t seem to escape. Cassandra and I had just left the club, the loud music still echoing in my ears, when I spotted him—a tall figure standing a little distance away. The outline of his broad shoulders was eerily familiar, even in the dark.I blinked, trying to steady myself. There, under the glimmering lights, was Raymond. My breath caught in my throat. What was he doing here?He was smoking a cigarette. A scantily dressed woman stood next to him. Her hand rested lightly on his arm as she leaned in close, laughing at something he said. My heart dropped. Since when did Raymond smoke? And why was he in Las Vegas, of all places, with this… woman? The jealousy flared hot in my chest, followed by confusion. This wasn’t like him.Without thinking, I staggered closer. My heels clicked again

NoahThe girls erupted into excited cheers. “Whoa, Noah! A million dollars!” Cassandra beamed at me. Harper was practically bouncing in her seat, her wide eyes glittering with enthusiasm. But I just sat there, frozen, as the reality of my win sank in.Across the table, Thomas leaned back in his chair. His light brown eyes twinkled with amusement. “Looks like luck’s on your side tonight,” he said, his voice low and smooth.I barely heard him over the rush of blood in my ears. What was I supposed to feel? Joy, shock, confusion? It was as though my brain hadn’t caught up with what had just happened. The flashing lights of the casino felt overwhelming. The excited chatter around me was deafening. All I could think about was how unreal it seemed.“Are you okay?” Cassandra asked, her hand squeezing mine. I blinked, pulling myself back to the present.“I... I think so,” I stammered, clutching the chips tightly in my hand. “I just can’t believe it.”The others laughed and cheered again, swep

NoahRaymond's words stung, piercing deeper than I’d expected. His eyes burned with a cold anger that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Fear twisted inside me. I could feel the foundation of our marriage trembling beneath us. But I didn’t want to have this confrontation in front of Neil."Why don't we grab a coffee, Raymond?" I said, trying to keep my voice light. I glanced at Neil. My heart ached at the sight of his pale face and cast-covered arm. “We’ll be right back, honey.”Raymond nodded silently and followed me out of the hospital room. I could feel the tension thickening between us as we walked down the hall.Once we were out of earshot, I turned to him. "Raymond... Why would you say something like that?" My voice trembled, betraying my calm facade. "I came home as soon as you told me about Neil’s injury. Do you really think I’d lie about something like that?"He raked a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “Well… I just…” He let out a long breath, and when his eyes met mine

NoahSwallowing the lump of fear rising in my throat, I slowly pushed the door open. Every sense was on high alert. The apartment was eerily quiet. Nothing seemed out of place at first glance. But that didn’t calm the growing dread in my chest."Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly. Silence greeted me in return.I stepped inside, my hand instinctively clutching my phone in case I needed to call for help. Each step felt heavier than the last as I moved further into the living room. I scanned every corner for signs of an intruder. But everything seemed normal. Almost too normal.Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker of movement near the kitchen. My heart leapt into my throat. My fingers fumbled through my purse until I grasped the cool metal of the pepper spray. I carried it with me ever since the Blackwoods incidents.Before I could pull it out, a voice suddenly called, "Surprise!"I froze in place, blinking rapidly as my brain caught up to what had just happe

NoahThomas looked past me, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Uh... Excuse me, miss, who are you?" he asked.A sharp, mocking laugh cut through the air. "Who am I? Really, Raymond? Don’t tell me you’re going to pretend you don’t know me…" the woman scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension.My heart sank as I turned to face the figure behind me. She hadn’t changed a bit. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in that same sharp, immaculate bob. And as usual, she was dressed to draw attention—this time in a low-cut, form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. She was always on the prowl, hunting for another innocent soul to drag into her web of deceit and manipulation."Clara," I said, my voice cold and steady. Though every muscle in my body was tensed.Thomas glanced between us, his curiosity evident. "You know this woman?""We’ve crossed paths…" I admitted reluctantly. I hated even acknowledging her existence. Clara was the embodiment of trouble—no good could come fro