All Chapters of Once His Wife, Now His Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

***ALEXANDER’S POV*** “You are awake?” “Yes, I am.” “How do you feel now?” “Better,” She replied with a pause, “I guess.” She guessed? I lifted my gaze and studied her — not out of any particular intention, but because something about her answer left a small, unfinished thing hanging in the air. But then I noticed she seemed uncomfortable in what she was wearing. The shirt was a little big on her, swamping her shoulders, the hem sitting high on her thighs. Her hair was loose. Her feet were bare. Her eyes, when they met mine, were steady and direct and slightly guarded. I noted that she was also trying very hard to pull the hem of the shirt downward with both hands as if she could negotiate the fabric into better coverage through sheer persistence. She cleared her throat as if to draw my attention away from her, “Thanks for last night.” "Don't mention it." I picked up my knife again and turned back to the cutting board, pushing the chopped vegetables aside and drawin

***CLYDE’S POV*** The sound of my phone buzzing jerked me out of my slumber. I let out a yawn as I pushed myself up, sitting properly, only to realize it was already morning. I couldn’t believe I had spent the entire night here, outside the hotel, waiting for Charlotte to come out. After what happened yesterday, when Alexander Vaughn took her to her room, I had followed them, just to check on her. To know if she was alright. But before I could even get close, security suddenly grabbed me and dragged me out of the hotel. I insisted on seeing her, but then they showed me the CCTV footage of how I had tried to drag Charlotte away, how her hand slipped from mine, how she fell into the pool… and how I stood there while she struggled in the water. And I knew if they decided to press this further it might escalate. So watching that footage left me with no choice but to leave the hotel quietly. Still, I found it difficult to walk away from her. Images of her struggling in the water are st

***FLORA’S POV*** Two days. It’s been two fucking days and Clyde still hadn’t come to see me. Not a call. Not even a single message to know if I was still breathing. Seriously? I pace around the room anxiously, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor as I clutched my phone like it was the only thing tethering me to sanity. Every few seconds, I snapped my gaze back to the screen, hoping it would light up, and his name would appear. But nothing came up. Did something happen? Because it just didn’t make any sense. Clyde had never been like this. In our ten years of being together, he had never gone a single day without reaching out to me. Even at his busiest, even when we were fighting, he always called. But now… “I think you are overreacting, Flora.” Morgan’s voice cut through my thoughts. She was sitting on the couch, a slice of pizza in one hand, and her laptop open in front of her as she scrolled through Clyde’s recent activities. “No, I’m not overreac

As I entered the restroom, I shut the door immediately and leaned my back against it. I closed my eyes and took a long, slow breath.I stood like that for a moment, letting all the words Clyde has said about me echoed on my head, turning them into fuel.Clyde Wellington. You really never disappoint me.After a minute, I opened my eyes and walked toward the mirror. I set my purse on the counter, removed my mask, and stared at my reflection for a moment.I am no longer that pathetic and weak Charlotte Harper who swallowed every insult with a polite smile. That woman is gone. And I have absolutely no intention of mourning her.Just then my phone vibrated. I reached into my purse and checked the notification, only to see an image of Clyde and me— the exact moment he caught me before I fell; his hands on my waist, his face close to mine, the two of us looking every bit like something we were not.I stared at it for a moment, holding the phone steady in my hand, thinking and just as an id

“What?! Thirty billion!”“Oh my goodness, is that really Sinclair heiress?!”“No way…I heard they are filthy rich but 30 billion dollars?!”Flora’s face drained of color. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Beneath her mask, her eyes stared at me in shock. While the murmuring around us kept growing louder;“I can’t believe she just did that to the heiress.”“Who does she think she is!”“The Sinclair family is the second most affluent family in the country, and now she’s offended her.”“The Wellington family’s good days are finally coming to an end.”Hearing all that only made Clyde more scared and his voice quickly turned cold and commanding.“Apologize.”Flora blinked, as if she had not heard him properly, her head snapping toward Clyde. “What?”“I said apologize to her right now,” Clyde repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.Flora’s fingers clenched tightly at her sides.“Clyde’s, it’s me. Why will I apologize ....”“That doesn’t matter,” Clyde cut her off sharply. “You