Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regret After Divorce: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Scarlett’s POV:Was this world just too small? When did WS and Smith Pharmaceuticals start collaborating?Everett looked down at my rounded belly and asked, “You slept until now. Are you hungry?”Better not to ask… the moment he did, I suddenly felt ravenous. I rubbed my belly. “I am a little hungry.”“Then freshen up and come down for breakfast,” he said, then paused before adding, “We have the prenatal checkup at the hospital today. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”“I really did forget.” I rubbed my nose. “Is pregnancy brain kicking in?”“Not dumb—forgetting things occasionally is normal.” His large hand gently stroked my head. “Need me to help you?”“No, you can go out now.” I felt a bit shy. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.Everett noticed my awkward expression and chuckled softly.

Everett’s POV:I was already feeling a bit anxious. When the nurse told me to come in, I had a vague suspicion that something might be wrong with Scarlett’s prenatal checkup this time.Scarlett’s fetal heart rate monitoring had failed.“You’re only 26 weeks and 4 days along. During the 40-minute fetal heart rate monitoring, you experienced four episodes of false contractions.”I had done my homework — the book mentioned it. I asked Lauren, “Aren’t Braxton Hicks contractions usually supposed to appear in the later stages of pregnancy?”“Yes,” Lauren replied, looking at me as she explained, “False contractions usually start around 28 weeks, but Scarlett is experiencing them earlier.”Scarlett felt her heart sink. “What happens if there are too many false contractions?”“It could lead to premature birth.”Hearing this, Scarl

"Scarlett’s POV:I remained far more composed than the audience and fans watching the live stream when confronted with Wesley's sharp questioning.I smiled before speaking. “I don’t deny what you said. It’s true that over the past few years, I’ve stayed within my comfort zone, writing what I’m good at and what audiences respond to. Perhaps I haven’t broken new ground in innovation, but at least within this genre, I haven’t disappointed anyone. Of course, I’m not opposed to breaking out or changing. I know I still have much to learn and improve upon. If I thought I could stay in my comfort zone forever, I wouldn’t be here on this show today.”My response was straightforward—neither sentimental nor pretentious.Wesley nodded after listening. “Your answer is honest. I like honest people. And the plot outline you wrote today is quite innovative—it breaks away from the typical formula of previous youth dramas. I consider that innovation. So, my vote goes to you.”Thunderous applause erupte

"Everett’s POV:After an unknown length of time, Scarlett’s legs grew too weak to bear her weight. Unable to resist any longer, she pushed lightly against my chest. Only then did I reluctantly release her.Both of us were breathing heavily. She didn’t seem to have the courage to look into my eyes just yet, so Scarlett buried her face in my chest to steady her heartbeat.“Wait a bit before we go out,” she murmured.Her face burned hot—I knew it was bright red without even looking, and she certainly didn’t want anyone to see her flushed cheeks.I held her close, hearty laughter rumbling from my chest.Scarlett bit her lip and gave me another light punch.I stopped laughing. My large hands settled on her small back, gently rubbing through the fabric.We embraced, savoring this hard-won moment of solitude.This was the first time Scarlett had willingly allowed such physical closeness with me since giving birth.Having undergone a C-section, Scarlett had been careful to rest for a month af

"Everett’s POV:The minor interruption didn’t trouble Scarlett at all. In that moment, her heart and eyes were filled entirely with our daughter.Though she wasn’t breastfed, Angel recognized Scarlett’s voice and scent. No matter how much she adored me—her father—a child’s dependence on her mother always came first. Held in Scarlett’s arms now, she was visibly excited, her tiny mouth puckering as she cooed and gurgled, as if trying to talk to her.“Why do I feel like she understands me?” she murmured softly, gently patting our daughter’s soft cheek. “Her eyes are full of wonder… my Angel is truly amazing.”I watched the mother-daughter interaction from the side, feeling my heart fill completely.Glancing at the bird’s nest soup on the table, I said quietly, “She’s very smart. She must take after you.”Hearing this, she shot me a playf