All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

—SAMANTHA— By the time I reached the city hospital, the pain was unbearable. Every movement sent a sharp sting through my face and hands, but I pushed forward, ignoring the concerned glances from the public and hospital staff. A nurse guided me to a small examination room, where a doctor, a middle-aged doctor with kind grey eyes, carefully examined my burns. He applied a cool ointment over the affected areas, offering a reassuring smile. “You’re lucky,” he said gently. “The burns aren’t severe. This ointment will help with the healing, and it shouldn’t leave any scars.” I let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Thank you, doctor.” He handed me the ointment. “Just be careful next time.” Careful next time? I bit my inner cheek. There was no “next time.” This wasn’t an accident. Georgia had thrown that tea at me on purpose, and everyone knew it. I left the ward, cradling the ointment in my palm. My mind was a mess, clouded with pain, exhaustion, and the humiliation I had endure

—SAMANTHA— While Maryjane drove, I scrolled through the comments online, my fingers trembling slightly. The netizens were already deep in discussion, dissecting every detail of the scandal.Some mocked my poor background, while others fawned over Ophelia, praising her success as a designer abroad. A debate had sparked between those supporting the "mistress" and those sympathizing with the "legal wife."@FashionQueen23: "Ugh, why is everyone blaming Ophelia? She’s a successful designer abroad, and this country bumpkin Samantha is just leeching off the Frost name. Zeke deserves better!"@AlphaMale99: "Mistress or legal wife? Who's really the victim here? Honestly, if Zeke loves Ophelia, shouldn’t he be with her?"@SpillTheTea: "Forget the love triangle. The REAL scandal is Mrs. Frost’s past. Didn’t she sleep with a gigolo on her wedding night and get pregnant?!"I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on the phone.@TruthSeeker88: "That’s just a rumor. Zeke claimed the kid as his, so obv

—SAMANTHA— The next day, I spent most of my time indoors, sitting by Amore’s bedside, unwilling to leave her side. But I noticed the atmosphere in the mansion has changed. It was chaotic, as the servants scurried around, their hushed whispers filling the corridors. I knew what was happening. They were preparing for Ophelia’s birthday.I wished I could stay with Amore, who had caught a cold and couldn’t go to school. I wanted nothing more than to keep her company, to shield her from the chaos of the mansion. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t avoid the party, especially since the old Mr Frost had ordered for this. This was an opportunity to divert the netizens' attention. The last thing I wanted was to give them more reason to gossip, and even more reason to give them the chance to come near Amore. The hours seemed to drag as I stayed indoors, tending to Amore’s every need. The doctor had visited earlier, diagnosing her with the flu and advising plenty of rest. As worried as I was, h

—SAMANTHA— The sharp sting burned across my cheek, forcing my head to the side. For a moment, I stood there in shock, my skin pulsing where Ophelia struck me. But before I could say anything, she let out a loud, exaggerated gasp of her own and clutched her cheek as if she had been the one hurt.Then she started crying.“Why… why did you slap me, Samantha?!” She wailed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but I could see the malicious gleam behind them.I froze, caught off guard. My eyes widened in disbelief and anger. Just then, footsteps sounded from behind, and I turned to see Lillian standing at the end of the stairs. She took one look at Ophelia’s tear-streaked face, and her eyes immediately locked on me with an accusing glare.Lillian’s face darkened. “Did you just hit her?”“No!” I shook my head quickly. “I didn't! She—” "Don’t even try to deny it," my sister in law snapped at me. "I saw you hit her!"My hands trembled at my sides. "I said I didn’t touch her!" Ophelia

—SAMANTHA— I groaned painfully, my head throbbing with a sharp, unbearable ache. The harsh beeping of the machines slowly brought me back to reality. I blinked my eyes open, but everything was blurry. My vision swam, my body heavy and unresponsive, like I was submerged in water. My heart raced, and panic clawed at my chest. Where was I? What had happened?The sound of the medical beeping was the only thing I could hear, a rhythmic pulse that made my anxiety spike even higher. I shot up, ignoring the pain that exploded in my head, my hand reaching out for something to steady myself. The white walls around me were unfamiliar, sterile, cold. I looked around frantically, my breathing quickening. There were no familiar faces, no signs of my daughter. “Amore…” I whispered, my voice weak and desperate. I scanned the room again, my hands shaking as I gripped the edge of the bed. What happened? Where was she? Was she okay?Just then, the door creaked open, and I turned toward it, immediat