All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

NoahI placed a hesitant hand on Clara’s shoulder. My touch was awkward, uncertain. “I miss Owen too… your brother was a good man.”The words felt strange coming out of my mouth. Comforting the woman who had played such a large role in wrecking my marriage? The irony wasn’t lost on me. But as I looked into her tearful eyes, that looked so much like her brother’s, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy. She had no family left. And despite everything, I knew what that kind of loneliness felt like.Clara turned to me with a trembling smile, tears clinging to her lashes. “Thank you for coming with me, Noah. It means more than you know.”I nodded, managing a small smile in return. There were no words that felt right in that moment. She had caused me so much pain. But standing here in the graveyard, with Owen’s memory between us, the bitterness faded just a little.As we walked back toward the car, the silence between us stretched. We passed a weathered bench, perched on the cliffside with a bre

NoahA week passed, but it felt like I was drifting through time in a haze. I hadn’t told anyone about the appointment. Not Cassandra, not even my mother. The weight of the decision loomed over me like a dark cloud I couldn’t escape.By the time I arrived at the clinic, my hands were shaking. The sound of my own heartbeat was thunderous in my ears. The waiting room was quiet. The walls were a pale, clinical white. A few women sat scattered around. Their faces were downcast, their eyes fixed on magazines they weren’t really reading. I took a seat, wrapping my coat tighter around me as if it could shield me from everything that was about to happen.“Noah?” a soft voice called my name.I looked up to see a kind-looking gynecologist standing in the doorway. A young woman with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. Her presence should’ve been comforting. But it only made me more aware of the gravity of what I was about to do.“Let’s have a look, shall we?” she said once we were inside the ex

NoahI sprinted up the stairs. My heart was pounding in my chest, dread curling in my stomach. “Neil, are you okay?!” My voice echoed off the walls, sharp with panic. “Who’s there?”A dozen scenarios raced through my mind. Could it be my mother again, making one of her surprise visits? She had a habit of appearing unannounced. But something in my gut told me this wasn’t her. The air was thick with a tension that chilled me to the bone.Almost at the top of the stairs, I heard it—a voice, familiar yet unexpected.“Hey, Neil!”It was soft, sugary. The kind of voice that felt out of place here, in my sanctuary.“Auntie Clara! You gave me such a fright!” Neil’s excited voice cut through the tension.Clara.My pulse quickened. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I reached the landing. What the hell was she doing here, showing up at my home uninvited?I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before turning the corner. When I finally stepped into the hallway, I saw her standing by th

NoahThe wedding was everything Cassandra had dreamed of—a true fairytale brought to life. The venue was set on a sprawling estate, surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. Twinkling lights were woven through the trees, casting a soft, romantic glow across the scene. Rows of white chairs lined the path to the altar, draped in delicate lace and adorned with blush-colored roses. The air was warm, carrying the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the faint aroma of champagne. It was breathtaking—luxurious, romantic, and undeniably perfect for Cassandra.I stood by the aisle, my heart beating faster with every passing moment. As Cassandra’s maid of honor, I had the best view of everything—the guests arriving, the intricate floral arrangements, the beautiful way the sunset painted the sky with pink and orange hues. But my thoughts kept drifting, tugging me in a direction I wasn’t prepared to face.Raymond.As the best man, he stood directly across from me. He was facing

RaymondI buried myself in my new career plans, convincing myself that focusing on my work would help me escape the reality I wasn’t ready to face. At the wedding, Noah had seemed on the brink of asking for a divorce—what else could she have wanted to talk about? Part of me was bracing for that final blow. But to my surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she accepted my offer to give us some space.I was relieved, but it wasn’t over. We hadn’t fixed anything—just put a bandage over a deep wound. The issues that had driven a wedge between us still lingered in the background, unresolved. I thought time apart would help. That giving each other room to breathe would somehow make everything better.But when Noah said goodbye, something inside me cracked. A dull, numbing ache spread through me. The reality of my decision—to leave her, to walk away from our life together—finally hit home. This was it. There was no turning back now.I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—