All Chapters of Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

### Desmond's POV The news hit me like a thunderstorm in the middle of a calm day. My personal assistant's voice was trembling as she explained the chaos unfolding outside my company gates. The police, reporters, and the Martins Group’s lawyer—all gathered like vultures waiting to pick apart the remnants of my crumbling empire. My hands instinctively clenched the armrests of the chair I was seated in. “Sir, they’re making a scene outside the company,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it aloud would solidify the nightmare. Without wasting a second, I bolted out of Ms. Lila’s office and rushed to the company. My mind raced faster than my feet. The thought of reporters and the Martins Group openly accusing me of embezzlement in public was enough to send my heart into overdrive. How could this happen? How did it escalate so quickly? When I arrived, chaos greeted me like an uninvited guest. A sea of reporters surrounded me the moment I stepped out o

**Laila's POV**I stepped out of the company, needing a breath of fresh air and a brief respite from the constant chaos. The sun was warm on my face, but it did little to ease the storm brewing inside me. As I headed back towards the entrance, I caught sight of him—Daniel. My heart skipped a beat, not out of love or affection, but from the rush of anger that surged through me like wildfire. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with frantic movements. His tie hung loose, his hair disheveled, and his face was etched with desperation. He looked like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff, and I knew I was the one who had pushed him there. Good. He deserved it. I kept walking, my heels clicking against the pavement, my head held high. I wouldn’t let him see even a flicker of emotion. I had caused his misery, and I had no regrets. After all, he had caused mine first. I was the one who had called the authorities. I was the one who had ensured he faced th

### Miranda’s POVThe night was unusually quiet as I drove home, the streetlights barely illuminating the long stretch of road ahead. My body ached from the exhausting day at work—dealing with the embezzlement of company funds, fielding calls from lawyers, and dodging relentless reporters. The air in my car was cool, the gentle breeze brushing against my skin, offering a small reprieve from the day’s chaos. It was almost 8:00 p.m. when I left the office, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed. But as fate would have it, peace was the last thing the night had in store for me. I was crossing the bridge that divided the city from the suburbs when something unusual caught my eye. A figure was squatting near the riverbank, his silhouette illuminated by the dim moonlight. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I squinted to make out the details. From his posture, I could tell it was Desmond. But why was he out here, alone, at this hour? What could he possibly b

**Laila’s POV** The past few weeks had been nothing short of a whirlwind. Between the legal battles over Miranda Inc., court appearances, countless hours spent at the police station dealing with Desmond’s embezzlement case, and managing the mountain of work at my office, I was stretched thin. Stress had become my constant companion, yet somehow, through sheer determination, I pushed forward. The day I finally reclaimed Miranda Inc., my late father’s beloved company, was nothing short of victorious. After months of being robbed of what was rightfully mine, the judge’s gavel struck, and the courtroom erupted in applause. Relief surged through me like a tidal wave, and for the first time in months, I felt a flicker of hope. I held onto that feeling tightly as I left the courthouse, the company once again bearing my name. The next day, as I woke up to the soft golden light filtering through my bedroom curtains, I allowed myself a moment of

Laila's pov The tension in the air was almost palpable as I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Clara’s words from earlier still echoed in my mind, her paranoia about the loan, her relentless warnings that things could spiral out of control. She had been restless, pacing my office like a caged lioness, her eyes darting with worry. "Clara," I had said, my tone firm but calm, "you need to trust me on this. I anticipated this mess a long time ago. That’s why I insisted on installing the CCTV cameras. It’s all under control." She wasn’t convinced, not entirely. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing deeper as she leaned against my desk. "Ms. Lila," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "you’re always so composed, but this... this could ruin everything." I had smiled at her then, a small, knowing smile. "Clara, you worry too much. Sometimes, you have to let people dig their own graves." The polic