All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

My explanation hit a dead stop, and the air caught in my chest like a tight fist. I stared at James Ferguson, my mind swirling in disbelief. Divorce papers barely signed, and he couldn’t wait to tell her?The sight of Susan Wenger standing there, as if she had every right to witness this moment, made my stomach churn. No matter how ready I was to walk away from this marriage, I didn’t want her presence contaminating the air on the very day I freed myself.The bitterness slipped from my lips before I could hold it back.“So impatient. Why didn’t you just agree earlier?” I laughed, short and sharp, turning to leave.Before I could take more than a step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. Heat and tension shot up my arm as he pulled me back.“Do you think I invited them here?” His voice was low, dangerous.I refused to meet his eyes. My pulse thudded, but I yanked my arm free, holding onto the last shred of dignity I had left.“Let me go. We are divorced. Mr. Ferguson, kindly respect your

ZeldaThe room felt like it was spinning. The noise—the shouting, the accusations, the jeers—pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t push off. Jian’s voice cut through the chaos first."Zelda, are you okay?"I nodded, but my throat was tight, and I couldn’t get a word out. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst from my chest. Gary lay on the ground, clutching his side, putting on the most dramatic display of agony I had ever seen."Ouch, ouch! My ribs—she broke my ribs!" His groans filled the air like a bad performance.My mother knelt beside him, wringing her hands. "Gary, what’s wrong with you?""Sister, that damned girl broke my ribs! You must demand compensation! Medical expenses, more this time!"I felt the fire rising inside me, burning away the lump of shock that had clogged my throat. My fists clenched at my sides. Every word out of his mouth was a lie, and he knew it."Zelda Liamson!" Tian screeched from where she sat, holding her back as if she’d been st

Hammer Yassir’s calm, composed words hung between us like a protective shield. He smiled as if unfazed by the tension crackling in the air, his tone polite."Michael Liamson is my patient. Whether I’ve resigned or not, I will remain responsible for his care. Zelda is my friend and junior sister—helping her is only natural." His eyes didn’t waver as they locked on James Ferguson’s hand gripping my shoulder.The weight of his stare was like a challenge. "Since Mr Ferguson and Zelda have registered for divorce, perhaps a bit of distance would be appropriate."I felt James's hand tighten just slightly, a subtle increase in pressure that seemed almost possessive, even though his expression remained infuriatingly calm. He raised an eyebrow and responded smoothly."It’s just registration," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a deliberate edge. "Nothing can be said until the dust settles, right, Mrs. Ferguson?"My breath caught as he leaned in, his lips so close to my ear that his word

I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening as Hilder Ferguson’s hands closed around my neck. I could feel the pressure building, but my brain was too slow to process anything. The sheer intensity of her anger made everything blur, and I couldn’t react in time.But before I could even gasp for air, I heard a voice behind me, sharp and commanding."Enough."James Ferguson’s hand seized Hilder's, pulling her away from me effortlessly. With one motion, he threw her to the floor. My heart raced, both from the panic of the moment and the relief that I was no longer in immediate danger. But his voice, cold and disapproving, cut through everything."You’ve been locked up for a day and a night, and you still don’t know what’s wrong?"I didn’t know how to respond, my mind still reeling from the sudden confrontation. As James pulled me toward him, I cast a glance at Hilder, now crumpled on the floor, her face pale and haggard, her eyes wide with fear. I couldn’t help but notice how

ZeldaWronged? Hurt?How could I not feel aggrieved? I had been wronged for years. Five long, relentless years of being misunderstood, judged, and condemned.I had done nothing that night—absolutely nothing—but overnight, I became the laughingstock of the upper-class society. People whispered, sneered, and outright labelled me a slut who slept with her brother. Their disdain and mockery knew no bounds.In everyone's eyes, I was ungrateful, sinister, and greedy—a parasite feeding off the Ferguson family. The weight of their judgment bore down on me, and no matter how many times I wanted to scream the truth, no one would hear it. No one wanted to hear it.At the time, I convinced myself it didn’t matter what others thought of me. If he believed in me, it would be enough.But he didn’t.The man who should have stood by me, who should have seen the truth in my eyes—he looked at me with the same contempt as the rest. He trampled me underfoot and cast me into a hell I couldn’t escape.For y