All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Noah“Follow me,” Raymond said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His voice was smooth, yet laced with a hint of excitement. There was something electric in the way he looked at me, a spark that made my heart skip a beat. As we walked to the elevator, I found myself wondering what he had planned. This was our chance to start over—to rebuild, to remember why we fell in love in the first place.I followed Raymond out of the apartment building into the warm embrace of a spring night. The air was soft and fragrant with the scent of blooming jasmine. A cool breeze whispered through the city streets, carrying with it the promise of something magical.We approached a sleek black limousine parked just outside. I raised an eyebrow, and he smiled, his mischievous glint intensifying. “You didn’t think I’d do anything halfway, did you?”I laughed softly. “Of course not. Not you, Raymond.”The limousine driver opened the door for us. As I slipped into the soft embrace of the luxurious leather s

NoahBefore I knew it, Friday had come. I'd spent the last few days ignoring Raymond’s calls and texts, feeling paralyzed by indecision. What could I even say to him? The swirling uncertainty had kept me from replying, leaving me in a strange limbo. But today was about Cassandra, not me. Today was about wedding dresses.Cassandra had invited me along to help her choose the dress, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for the distraction. The girls—Harper, Lila, and Gia—all met us at the bridal boutique early, brimming with excitement. We started the morning sipping on champagne, giggling and reviewing as Cassandra tried on one stunning white gown after another. Each dress seemed more beautiful than the last. For a few blissful hours, I managed to push all thoughts of Raymond out of my mind.And then, Cassandra stepped out of the dressing room in that dress.We all froze. A collective gasp filled the room. “Cass… Whoa,” I breathed, unable to find the words. She looked ethereal, glowi

NoahI shouldn’t have clicked the video. Some instinct had told me not to, that whatever was in that attachment would destroy everything. But I did—I clicked it, and the screen of my phone filled with an image I never wanted to see.I instantly recognized Clara’s apartment. It was the place Raymond and I had practically paid her to stay out of our lives. There she was, in her lavish bedroom. Draped in red lace lingerie that clung to her body like a snake skin. And then I saw him.Raymond. My Raymond. His upper body bare, lying on the bed as if he belonged there. As if this was just another day in his twisted world. Clara prowled toward him like a predator closing in on its prey.He stretched out his arms, inviting her closer. He pulled her to him by the waist. And then, they kissed. Not a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was hungry and passionate. A kiss that spoke of familiarity, of longing.The sound of their moans came through the microphone—quiet enough for Raymond not to hear it from wh

NoahI couldn't believe this woman. How dare she keep ruining my life at every turn? Standing there, Clara looked so composed, so smug. It took every ounce of willpower not to scream in her face.But I couldn't afford to make a scene. Especially on my first day at my new job. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace sitting at her desk, glancing toward the office. She was probably aware that something wasn’t right.I had to handle this with control. Keep my cool.“How dare you?” I hissed quietly through clenched teeth. “You’ve got some nerve, sending me that video and then showing up here—at my new job, no less. What exactly are you trying to achieve, Clara? What's your endgame?”She tilted her head slightly, a fake look of concern washing over her face. Her eyes glimmered with something dark and calculating beneath the surface. “Noah,” she said, her voice soft and sugar-coated, “we women need to look out for each other.” She took a step into the room and gently shut the door behind

NoahBy the time I stepped into the penthouse, I felt awful. A deep, gnawing nausea churned in my stomach, growing more intense with each passing minute. I couldn’t tell if my body was reacting to the thought of facing Raymond again, or if it was something more tangible. The seafood I had for lunch replayed in my mind—had it been off? I stumbled to the couch. My head was spinning, my breath shaky.I forced myself to nibble on some light snacks, hoping it would settle my stomach. To my relief, the nausea eased up slightly. Exhaustion was weighing me down. I crawled into bed early, desperate for rest.But the night was far from peaceful.The next morning, I woke up with a jolt. A violent wave of nausea hit me like a truck. I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. My body shuddered as I leaned over the sink, groaning. This can’t be happening right now. Food poisoning? The timing couldn’t be worse. I had work to do, and I couldn’t afford to be out sick.I splashed cold water