Semua Bab Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Laila’s POV The moment I walked into the room, I felt all eyes on me. The expressions on their faces spoke volumes—shock, disbelief, disdain—but what struck me most was the sudden change in the atmosphere. Hamilton's face twisted into a look of annoyance, while Mr. Williams sat there, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. But then, there was Nolan. His eyes, deep and intense, locked with mine, and I felt a strange surge of confidence. There was something about him, something comforting, as if he believed in me when no one else did. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, determined. I had to do this—not just for me, but for my father’s legacy, for everything he had worked for, and for the justice that was so desperately needed. The room was tense, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Just as I gathered the courage to speak, a sharp voice cut through the silence. "Why are you here?" It was Hamilton, her tone condescending, eyes narrowed in disdain. "You’re not supposed to be here.

Laila’s POV I wasn’t afraid. No matter how much Hamilton sneered or how many empty threats she made, I couldn’t be shaken. I was Laila, and nothing—not her manipulative schemes or the drama unfolding around me—was going to take that away. They could say they were going to take a DNA test, but I knew the truth. I owned this body, my body. There was no doubt in my mind that I was Mr. Martin’s daughter, and I had all the strength to prove it. We went to the hospital the following day, where they took my blood sample, as well as Hamilton’s. It felt like a strange formality—just another step in the twisted game they were playing. I wasn’t worried. I knew who I was, and they couldn’t change that. By the time we returned to the mansion that evening, I had already mentally prepared myself for the moment when everything would finally be revealed. Nolan, who had been by my side through it all, stayed close, his reassuring presence providing me with the strength to walk into this final conf

**Nolan’s POV:** I was famished—having skipped lunch before the board meeting had left me ravenous. My stomach growled in protest as I drove to the restaurant, hoping to grab something quick for a takeaway. The thought of eating at home, away from the suffocating pressure of work, was a comforting one. When I finally got to the restaurant and grabbed my food, the hunger pangs in my stomach intensified, urging me to hurry. As I walked out, my thoughts drifting back to the exhausting day, something—or rather, someone—made me freeze. A woman bumped into me. I steadied myself and looked up to meet her gaze, and for a moment, I felt a jolt in my chest. She looked exactly like Lila. But something wasn’t right. The woman’s eyes held a different glint—something that Lila’s soft, serene gaze would never possess. I knew in that instant. This wasn’t Lila, it was someone else. But she was wearing her face. As she looked up at me, the seductive smile that stretched across her lips was all wron

Laila’s POV I’m so thankful for Nolan. He’s been my anchor, the only person I can trust, especially when everything else around me felt like it was closing in. Every time I thought I couldn’t face the overwhelming pressure of these accusations, he would be there, showing up with that reassuring calm in his eyes. I had no idea what this woman and the man with her were planning. I didn’t understand why they had come to my hotel, why they were accusing my security team of something so vile. But Nolan always seemed to have a way of cutting through the noise. "I’m not making any payments until I’m sure,” I had said to them, trying to stand my ground despite the anger and frustration burning in my chest. “We need an investigation. It’s not right to just pay without proof.” But before I could say more, Nolan had pulled me aside, his voice low and urgent. “It’s a setup, Laila. They’re trying to ruin us, trying to tarnish the reputation of this hotel. Someone has been targeting us from

Hamilton’s POV We had just been celebrating our latest triumph. The business was thriving, and every new plan we executed was a success. We were stealing Lila’s clients, breaking down her network one piece at a time. The feeling of victory was sweet, and I couldn’t help but smile as Mr. Williams and I sat together, discussing how far we’d come. “I’ll take you out for coffee,” I told Mr. Williams. “Let’s celebrate. We’ve earned it.” He smiled, clearly as pleased with our success as I was. Just as we were settling into the idea of a relaxing break, a sudden, sharp realization hit me. The Redwood Furniture Company, one of our major suppliers, hadn’t responded to our latest inquiry about stock mandates. My stomach turned. We had been relying on them for a crucial shipment, and without it, everything could come crashing down. I glanced at Mr. Williams. “Did they respond to your call?” I asked. He picked up his phone again, dialing the number. But his expression shifted almost immed