All Chapters of Regret of Her Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHARLOTTEThe DNA test results trembled in my hands, each word a dagger to my heart. I read them again, desperately hoping the letters would rearrange themselves into a different truth. They didn't."This can't be right," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the suffocating silence of the Windsor family study.My father—no, Mr. Windsor now—cleared his throat. "I'm afraid it is, Charlotte. You're... you're not our daughter."The world tilted on its axis. I gripped the mahogany desk, my knuckles white, as memories flashed through my mind: birthday parties, family vacations, my lavish wedding. All lies."But how?" I choked out.As if summoned by my question, Sophia Smith glided into the room, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "It's quite simple, really," she purred. "My mother, your beloved nanny Anna, switched us at birth. I'm the true Windsor heiress."I turned to my moth—to Mrs. Windsor, silently pleading. She averted her gaze, shame coloring her cheeks."Anna confessed everyt

CHARLOTTEMy throat bobbed as I sat before the doctor who examined me.I clenched my fist tight, my chest heaving with deep breaths as anxiety rolled through my veins in waves.After a few minutes, the doctor sighed and turned to us, extending the result.“From what I see, I advise against her donating the bone marrow. Her recent health condition does not allow it. I think you should find another donor.” He told us, dropping his glasses gently on the desk.Relief washed through me at his words, but it was short-lived when Liam’s voice came through.“No!” He exclaimed adamantly, and I flinched.His eyes turned dark as he picked up the file, skimming through the pages. “She is strong enough.“He held my hand up in the air.The doctor shook his head, “Mr. Liam, I understand your pressing need for a donor, but Mrs. Charlotte is not the right person. The surgery could harm her in different ways and even lead to her death. I would say you should find a healthy donor to speed up time and—”“D

CHARLOTTEI watched as the maids gathered in the center of the living room. Not only them but different other people. From the guards to some family members.The Hamilton’s mansion was huge so there were many people who lived here—most of them relatives.“Who dares to steal my diamond necklace?” Lady Melina bellowed.Lady Melina was Liam’s mother and she cherished her jewelries and not to add that thing had a diamond attached to it, she would kill anyone who stole it.Whispers echoed in the living room and I looked around but no one was saying anything out loud.“Lady Melinda, actually, I don't know if you have noticed.” Sophia’s maid stepped forward. My heart skipped as I knew what she was about to say next. “A criminal has been recently released from prison.” Every head turned to me and I held my breath, knowing exactly where she was going.“Her,” she pointed at me. “I think she stole it. Maybe she stole it as a plot to revenge, who knows?” She accused me.Tension hung in the air and

CHARLOTTE“This necklace belonged to my mother. My mother? What audacity did you have to declare my mother’s heirloom as yours?”I watched as Melina’s face instantly pale, the wrinkles that sat under her heavy makeup coming into view, as Nathan half yelled at her.It was strange seeing him here, much less seeing him angry but I couldn’t say a word. I just stood by and watched the scene unfolding before me.My mind raced as I took in the scene. Nathan’s anger was palpable, and for the first time, I saw a crack in Melina’s carefully constructed facade. She was scared—truly scared—of him. “I’m waiting for you to say something!” He thundered again, and Melina visibly flinched, staggering backward clumsily.“Erm, Nathan Darling.” She began. “I…I…” She stammered, unable to form a coherent response, and I could see disgust flowing of Nathan’s eyes as he stared at her.I felt a surge of satisfaction as Melina struggled to defend herself. She had always been so smug, so untouchable, but now sh

CHARLOTTEWhen I returned to my son’s room in the servant’s quarters, he was surprisingly still awake.He stood up when he saw me. “Mommy.”“Hey, sweetie.” I sat down on his bed. “Why are you still awake?”“I… I couldn’t, mommy. I’m afraid I won't see you again if I close my eyes and open them. I think Daddy will take you away from me, and I don’t want that. I’ve missed you so much, Mommy; I don’t want you to go.” He threw himself into my lap and began to cry. “Please, mommy, don’t leave me! I love you so much.” His voice shook with fear and desperation, and it broke me.My heart squeezed in pain, seeing how frightened he was. My eyes watered, and I had to control myself so I wouldn’t break down, making him cry more.Shakily, I wrapped my arms around him and gently kissed his hair. “Shhh… baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here now. Always here.”“Can you promise me that you won’t leave again?” He looked up at me through teary eyes.I smiled at him. “Of course, honey. I promise.”His fa