Semua Bab Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Bab 1 - Bab 10

—SAMANTHA POV— The world around me felt like it had collapsed, crumbling into nothing but ashes of betrayal. I could barely breathe, barely stand, as I watched the man I had once believed in. “How could you do this, Zeke?” My voice wavered, tight and trembling, but I forced the words out. I needed answers. I needed him to tell me any of this wasn’t real. Zeke pulled away from Ophelia and walked leisurely around his mahogany desk, his movements slow, almost casual, as though this was nothing. “What does it matter, Samantha?” His voice was eerily calm, dismissive, as if I had walked in on something trivial. My fists tightened. My entire body shook with rage and disbelief. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Zeke took a step closer, and my stomach turned as he stood in front of me, his flimsy prick smeared with precum hung limp in between his zippers, the son of a bitch was still half-hard, and the sight of him—so unapologetic, so shameless—burned my inside

—SAMANTHA’S POV— A groan escaped my mouth as my eyes fluttered open, my head pounding like a drum while a heart monitor beeped steadily nearby. My ears rang, the pressure in my chest heavy, making it hard to breathe. As I tried to focus, I realized I was in a hospital bed. The cold white walls felt distant, too sterile, too foreign for my mind to make sense of. How did I get here? Suddenly, the door flew open, and in walked a slender brunette wearing a blazer, her handbag swinging casually on her shoulder. Maryjane’s eyes flew wide when she saw me awake and a scream tore out of her throat. "Sammie? You're awake!" She exclaimed, rushing to my side. Mary Jane was my best friend since childhood, the one person in my pathetic life I could always count on. I groaned again, reaching for my head as the pounding intensified. "What happened?" I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy. Her eyes flicked with concern as she stood next to me. "How do you feel? Should I call a doctor?" Her

—SAMANTHA—I stormed towards Zeke’s study and shoved the door open without knocking. My chest heaved with anger, my nails digging into my palms as I took in the scene before me.Zeke sat behind his large mahogany desk, the top two buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest and the slender curve of his attractive neck. Ophelia perched on his desk like she owned the place. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, while her perfectly manicured fingers teased with the collar of his shirt. The sight made my stomach churn.Ophelia gasped the moment she saw me, her eyes widening in fake surprise. Then, as if I were a monster, she quickly stepped behind Zeke, clutching his sleeve like a frightened child. "Z-Zeke," she whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "She looks… angry."Angry?I was furious.Zeke’s brows furrowed as he stood up, his jaw tightening. "Samantha, stop scaring Ophelia. What the hell do you think you’re doing?"Was he being serious right now?Me? Scaring Ophel

—SAMANTHA— I clenched my fists under the blanket, my nails digging into my palm.This man…This man had crushed me, humiliated me, beaten me. And yet, he still dared to act like I wanted his attention. Like I wanted him.I took a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay calm."Go to bed, Zeke. You're drunk."His smile widened. "And what if I don't want to?"I lifted my head, meeting his gaze directly. "Then find somewhere else to sleep. You’ve never needed this room before. Why now?"His expression darkened. He hated when I challenged him.But I was done playing the obedient wife.Zeke smirked —a slow taunting smirk that sent a shiver down my spine."Quit playing games, Samantha," he muttered, his voice low and filled with warning.What did he mean? My stomach clenched as he took a slow step forward. I instinctively inched back, but my body stiffened when I realized I had nowhere to go.His eyes flashed with something dark, something dangerous as he stormed forward, reaching for the ki

—SAMANTHA— Everyone knew who she was talking about. Me. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. Ophelia gasped softly, turning to Georgia. “Mother, please don't say that..." she trailed off, giving me a pitiful look. Liar. She was enjoying this. She was pretending to defend me, trying to seem like the bigger person. I knew her game. Georgia scoffed. “I’m only telling the truth.” Zeke, still holding Ophelia, looked at her with concern. “Have you been eating properly?” Ophelia shook her head, her lips trembling slightly. “No, I…” Georgia’s gaze snapped to me. “What are you standing there for? Go make yourself useful and serve Ophelia!” Humiliation burned through me. My hands curled into fists at my sides. But I had no choice. I had to do this for Amore. With steady movements, I plated some shrimp and placed it in front of Ophelia. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with triumph, but her voice was low, almost humble. “Sorry for the troubl