บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Husband's Regret: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Desmond was gone, and he took a huge chunk of Noah's peace of mind with him. The rest of Noah's day at school was ruined, leaving him scared and uneasy.Recess was still ongoing and Noah's friends invited him to play soccer, but he declined, faking a stomach ache. As he sat alone on a bench, his eyes scanned the playground, half-expecting his monstrous father to come back again.The threat lingered, poisoning every moment. Noah felt trapped, unsure who to trust or confide in. Desmond's warning echoed in his mind, sending chills down his spine.His anxiety lingered for days, and he was unable to tell Freya or anyone. Freya seemed stressed. To Noah, it seemed she was mentioned on the news alongside Diego. That was when Noah remembered Desmond's words about putting Diego in a mess of scandals. He didn't want to bother any of them. Besides, he didn't want to put them in trouble as Desmond had threatened to hurt them.Days went by and Noah's anxiety grew, manifesting in restless sleep, dim

Diego stopped by Freya's place after work, his sole intention to shed light on the adoption process, revealing how his lawyer had finalized the necessary documents and the significant role he would assume as Noah's father once the paperwork was officially processed.However, he was aware that Freya might feel betrayed and angry. So he decided to take it easy and not explain everything at once.In the living room, Freya and Diego settled into the couch together, watching TV. Diego wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close while Freya snuggled into his chest, laughing at the sitcom on TV.Just as the show reached its climax, Noah's hearty chuckles echoed from the next room, followed by the sound of toys crashing. The noise diverted their attention from the TV show and they exchanged uncertain glances.“Sounds like someone needs attention”, Diego said to Freya, smiling warmly.“Yeah, typical Noah. Let me go check up on him”, Freya said with a chuckle, starting to rise.“No,

Diego and Freya lay entwined in bed, reluctant to succumb to the morning's call. Their bodies relaxed in a tangle of sheets and blankets with Diego's arms wrapped tightly around Freya, holding her close as they savored the morning's warmth together. Freya's chestnut hair spilled across Diego's chest, and her gentle breathing synced with his. Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over Diego's luxurious bedroom. The city outside was slowly coming to life, the distant hum of traffic and chirping birds creating a gentle melody. Suddenly, the shrill ringtone of Diego's phone shattered the serenity and jolted them both awake. With a loud yawn, he groggily reached over to the nightstand, his eyes squinting against the bright light. Freya stirred and stretched her hands, yawning softly. Slowly, she opened her eyes and propped herself up on an elbow, her gaze meeting Diego. Diego squinted at his phone screen and his expression tightened as he

The morning of the discovery stage of the pre-trial in the superior court of justice finally arrived, the plaintiff's and defendant's tables, parallel and stern, faced the elevated and imposing judge's bench which dominated the front.The morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the courtroom, casting a pale glow on the tense atmosphere. The air was heavy with anticipation, thick with the weight of conflicting interests.The courtroom, with its polished wood and worn carpets, had witnessed countless battles. Today, it would host another.Diego, seated beside his lawyer, Attorney Anthonia, fidgeted with his tie. His eyes darted between the clock and the door, awaiting Desmond's arrival while his lawyer reviewed notes, her demeanor composed. Diego's face remained neutral and his demeanor nonchalant.Across from them, Mr. Thompson, Desmond's lawyer, organized documents with precision, his expression a mask of confidence. While he was distracted with organizing files, Diego s

Diego savored the quiet morning moment, sipping his rich Colombian coffee at the dining table. The warm sunlight streaming through the window walls shone on his face and highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air.He sipped his steaming coffee absent-mindedly, his gaze fixed on a point ahead. With each sip he took, he let out a deep exasperated sigh.Then suddenly, his phone buzzed on the glass table, shattering the serenity and pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a notification from his office. A knot of discomfort formed in his insides as he read the message: "Emergency meeting scheduled. Your presence is required. Board Secretary."Diego's grip on the coffee cup tightened, his mind racing with questions and possibilities. That didn't seem like a routine meeting. Calling for an emergency meeting so early in the morning was so suspicious, especially the fact that they had to send him a special message without waiting for him to arrive at work first. The board had never summon