Regret After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Miley’s POVOutside the villa, I crouched behind the stone sculpture, head lowered, eyes burning with jealousy and resentment.How could Scarlett? How could she end up carrying Everett’s baby?My nails dug deep into my palm. That once sweet, innocent face of mine was now twisted with anger.I wouldn’t allow it. No way would I let her baby be born…Footsteps were approaching, along with faint voices nearby.“Mr. Robinson, should I take it inside for you?”After a pause, a low male voice replied, “Yeah, go ahead.”That voice…My eyes twitched slightly. I lifted my head, gaze drawn toward the sound.Just a few meters away, two men stood facing each other.Everett handed a plate of freshly grilled skewers to Davis.Davis took the plate and turned toward the villa.But my eyes stayed locked on Everett, the affection in his gaze impossible to miss.After ten whole years, I was finally seeing him again.As Davis reached the villa entrance, he seemed to notice someone hiding behind the stone

Harvey’s POV:The two of us chatted away like we were a couple, our interaction casual, intimate.Especially with Scarlett leaning on my arm like it was the most natural thing in the world… so comfortable, so close.Everett seemed to have seen enough. He shoved the plate into James’s hand and stormed off.His steps were all over the place—quick and messy.It was as if he were fleeing.The villa’s front door creaked open, then slammed shut.A gust of cold wind sneaked in, quickly fading in the warmth of the living room like it had never been there.James and Eleanor exchanged a weird glance.Scarlett and I, on the other hand, sitting on the couch, weren’t fazed at all by Everett’s sudden exit.“Scarlett, your acting still needs work,” I said seriously, like I was giving notes after a role play.Scarlett let go of my arm, snatched the glass of plum water from my hand, took a sip, then looked up slightly.“I write, not act. You know that.”“No worries. Next time I’ll take the lead. I pro

Everett’s POVSitting in the car, I stared out the window.The cityscape blurred past — cars, neon lights, towering buildings. Los Angeles was always alive, even at night. Still loud. Still bright. Still busy.Same city. But this winter… it felt colder than ever.My reflection in the glass looked hollow. Wrecked.In my head, the same image played on repeat — Scarlett leaning into that man’s chest, smiling softly, fitting into him like she belonged there. I couldn’t shake it.I lifted a cold, pale hand and pressed it to my chest. The pain was real, sharp, like something inside had split open and let the cold in. My heart — once warm — was now just a useless thing, beating without feeling.The car slowed and stopped outside the Green Lake Villa gates.From here, I could see the master bedroom on the second floor.For three years… no matter how late my dinners ran, if Scarlett was home, that light stayed on. She always waited for me.But now she was gone.And the home we’d built together

Bruce’s POVInside the private room, I set the bottle down on the coffee table and sprawled onto the sofa opposite Everett.I pulled out a cigar, lit it, and gripped it between my lips. Leaning back comfortably, legs crossed, my military boots swung lazily in the air.Everett ignored me, poured himself another drink, and his expression was blank.“So, you’re dead set on drinking yourself into the grave, huh?” I said casually, flicking ash from my cigar and blowing out a slow puff of smoke. “Fine, I won’t stop you. But do me a favor—write your will first. Let me know how much our friendship is worth so I know how many funeral flowers to send.”Everett’s hand froze midair, the bottle still in his grip. The glare he shot me was colder than ice.“What, gonna stare me to death?” I took another drag, smoke drifting lazily from my nose. “No need to get worked up. Just tell me—are you destroying your liver for the drama, or are you planning to drink yourself to death for love?”He froze again

Everett’s POVDead silence…I looked at the phone on the table.“So, tell me—what makes me cold and undateable, huh?”“Hello? Hello… bro, I can barely hear you. Bad signal here, and my phone’s dying, so I’m just gonna hang up real quick…”“You hang up, and I’ll give the role in Beyond the World to someone else.”Silence.After a brief pause, Adriana’s voice returned—soft, catlike.“Uh, hello, Mr. Robinson! I just woke up and wasn’t thinking straight. Please don’t take it personally, okay?”Bruce let out a sharp tch.“Bootlicker. Can’t you grow a spine? The Carter family isn’t lacking resources. Where’s that fire from earlier? Come on, roast him properly!”Adriana gave a nervous laugh.“Haha, what are you saying, bro! You’re definitely drunk—I can tell by your voice. Mr. Robinson is such a great guy. Why would I ever say anything bad about him? I totally admire him.”Bruce laughed outright.“Pathetic!”I finally saw it for myself—Bruce hadn’t been exaggerating.A true little drama quee