Once His Wife, Now His Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The question hung in the air.Some of them even exchanged glances, as if the answer might be written on each other’s faces.I just have my gaze locked on the managing director’s face. Her smile froze—just for a second but I caught it.“I…” she started, then stopped. “Ma’am, it’s not exactly…”“Not exactly what?” I cut in.“Actually…” she faltered. “The thing is… perhaps you could….you should speak to Miss Sinclair first.”“And she is standing right in front of you.”“No, I mean… Miss Ciara.”A disbelieving smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms.“I don’t recall any rule that state the CEO of this company needs to consult an employee before asking a question.”I let a few seconds pass. Then I gave a small, knowing nod.“Right,” I said quietly with a nod.That told me everything.I shifted my gaze past her, sweeping it once more across the factory then turned back to her.“Get me the full financial records for the last six months,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Production repor

“Clyde, what are you saying? I don’t even have feelings for you any longer.”“No, you do. And that’s why you’ve been sabotaging me all this entire time,” he went on. “Trying to ruin me.”Then he gave a few nods with an amusing smile. “I’ve been wondering why everything keeps going wrong,” he said, pacing slightly now, agitation creeping into every movement. “Why nothing ever goes my way. My uncle finding out about the money I took… Charlotte Sinclair refusing to invest in my business…” His gaze snapped back to me. “And now I finally understand. It was you. You did all of this.”My brows pulled together. “Clyde, that doesn’t even make sense…”“You convinced her not to invest,” he continued over me, like I hadn’t spoken. “She didn’t pull out because of Flora. It was all because of you. And then you took her car...” His voice darkened. “And I saved you instead of her.”“Clyde, listen to yourself,” I said, trying to make him realize how crazy he sounded. “Are you trying to say I knew abo

***CLYDE’S POV****From my tablet, I watched the live feed as Charlotte moved across the room—one moment banging on the door, the next shouting at the cameras.I had to keep an eye on her. I knew she would do anything to escape, but I couldn’t allow her to keep ruining things for me just because of her jealousy.I didn’t blame her for being jealous. She loved me a lot. That’s why. But tomorrow was important. Too important to let anyone ruin it.Everything was already set in motion.As for the money I took, I had already repaid part of it with the help of Ciara Sinclair. We had an arrangement—I had no idea that the Sinclair family were also into that kind of deal. It was illegal but I really need the money.The rest… I had made sure no one would ever trace it back to me.And my uncle? I had silenced him with a video of his son’s drug use.So tomorrow, everything would go perfectly.“You should use this. I think it would look much better on you.”Flora’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Okay, so you’re Genevieve Wellington’s music teacher?” Gionee’s voice cut through my thoughts.I quickly composed myself, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear before putting on a smile as I turned to him.“Yes, I am,” I replied.Then I turned to Genevieve and walked over to her. Crouching down, I gently took her hand in mine.“Everything will be alright,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile which she returned.“Of course I’m not afraid,” Genevieve said, lifting her chin slightly. “You’re the best momma in the world. As long as you are with me, everything will be alright.”Then her gaze slid past me, landing on the girl behind us and her expression changed. The softness vanished, now replaced by something sharp and almost mocking.“I just can’t wait for this copycat to finally get called out and pay for stealing what is mine,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “It’s honestly embarrassing.”Genevieve turned to me again and hold my hand back. “Momma, you most

The weight of those words settled heavily in the air.Gionee slowly turned his head toward me, his expression no longer neutral. “You understand the accusation you’re making,” he said carefully. “You’re not just questioning a teacher anymore.”“I…” My thought scrambled, tripping over each other. “I’m just saying that whoever used that name could be misrepresenting themselves. People lie all the time. It’s not impossible…”Alexander let out a low, amused laugh.“Are you saying he’s fake?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “The Kelly D that I met?”He slipped one hand into his pocket, his posture relaxed but his presence pressing down on the room like weight.“I haven’t met a single person,” he continued, “who would dare impersonate someone of that level… especially in front of me.”My chest started pounding.He was right.This was Alexander Vaughn.A man like him didn’t get deceived—not so easily. If anything… he could summon ten people like Kelly D if he wanted.So why would he lie