All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the school grounds as Freya stepped out of her car, smoothing her dress as she closed the door behind her. Her driver remained inside as usual, waiting patiently as she made her way toward the school entrance. Normally, Noah would come running out on his own, but today, she felt like walking in to get him, just like old times when he was very little.It wasn’t just about picking him up—it was about the little moments. Seeing him at his desk, watching him interact with his classmates, hearing his excited chatter before they even reached the car. She loved those moments. They were the things that strengthened her resolve to protect him.The school hallways bustled with students and teachers wrapping up their day. Freya navigated her way through, nodding politely at a few teachers who recognized her. When she reached Noah’s classroom, she found him still at his desk, stuffing papers into his backpack with a look of intense focus. An excited smile

Diego stepped off the private flight, smiling excitedly as he descended the stairs onto the tarmac. New York’s crisp air met him like an old acquaintance, the sharp bite of autumn wrapping around him as he adjusted his coat. He exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold, his mind already drifting to the people he couldn’t wait to see. He had informed them of his visit to New York that morning, but still had this urge to surprise Freya at her workplace. Or rather, Noah at school. However, he decided to get to his penthouse first.As he walked through the private terminal, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his thumb instinctively unlocking the screen. He expected to see a message, a missed call, or a simple acknowledgment that Freya knew he was back. But the screen was devoid of any notifications.That was strange. Freya always called when he traveled. Even if she was busy, there would be a quick text—a "Safe flight?" or "When will you land?" Something. But today

Diego stood over Desmond, his jaw clenched with controlled fury. The bastard in front of him was already bleeding, his face pale from blood loss, but Diego didn’t care. Not after what he had done. Not after the torment he had put his loved ones through. It was only right that he put an end to their problems by pulling one trigger.“Desmond Hugo July. You don't have much time left. Still got something to say?” Diego asked, his grip tightening around the gun.Desmond shook his head, his lips curling in disdain. “You're not scary, Diego. Stop this nonsense,” he snarled, his face contorted in a scowl.Before Desmond could think, Diego darted toward him and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up. Violently, he slammed him against the cold concrete wall. Desmond grunted in pain, his wounded arm nearly giving out under the pressure. Diego didn't spare him the chance to recover, his fist pounded Desmond's face twice with relentless fury.He grasped Desmond's collar tightly, firmly pinning

The Dexus Innovations' Tower stood like a beacon of power, piercing the night sky with its gleaming lights. Tonight, the heart of the city pulsed with anticipation. An event unlike any other was about to unfold in the building’s grand ballroom—an affair so spectacular that the world was watching.A scarlet carpet stretched from the main entrance, lined with golden railings and uniformed security. Photographers stood at the sidelines, cameras flashing as an endless parade of luxury cars arrived, their sleek bodies gleaming under the streetlights and the golden glow from within the ballroom.Chauffeurs in crisp suits opened doors with precise elegance, allowing their distinguished passengers to step onto the crimson carpet that stretched into the opulent ballroom.The guest list was nothing short of extraordinary. Billionaires, Hollywood elites, influential tech moguls, and political heavyweights—all gathered under one roof. Their tailored suits and designer gowns shimmered under the li

The living room was filled with a golden glow from the television screen. The breaking news banner flashed across the bottom, repeating the same phrase over and over:DESMOND JULY ARRESTED IN SCANDAL—ABUSE, ATTEMPTED MURDER, AND KIDNAPPING EXPOSED.The anchor spoke with a serious, almost incredulous tone. "In a shocking turn of events, billionaire Desmond July, former CEO of Dexus Innovations, has been arrested and is facing a long list of charges, including domestic violence, child endangerment, and attempted murder. The once-revered businessman was taken into custody last night after damning footage of his crimes was broadcast at his own celebratory gala, exposing years of abuse toward his ex-wife, Freya Dominic, and their son, Noah Dominic. Legal experts predict that with the overwhelming evidence, July could face life in prison with no chance of parole…”The remote slipped from Freya’s fingers and landed on the couch beside her. Her heart pounded as she stared at the screen, her m