Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

SERAPHINA“I will kill you, crazy bitch.”The knife spun between his fingers. My blood ran cold. For one frozen second, I couldn't move. My worst fear had just become reality.“Get off me, you scumbag.”Stones barked as he pushed me off to the floor; I landed flat. It was only at that moment that I realized I was still seated on his body, frozen.The bright light illuminated the room. Stones had turned them on.“Do you think I am stupid, Seraphina?”I couldn't speak. The shock hit so hard it left me numb. I crawled backward until my spine hit the wall, staring at the same knife I had brought to kill him with.“You can’t find your voice, right?”“Enough!”I grabbed my gear from the floor and strapped it to my body under his watchful eye.“Stones.”When I called his name, every emotion I had masked under alcohol and wildness returned. The miscarriage and the loss hit hard. A tear slips. It was only then that I realized I still carried the hurt deep inside me.Across me, Stones sat calml

QUINNBy morning, the scandal had exploded. My face was everywhere.“It is well.”I muttered under my breath. Indeed, it was well. Seraphina had gotten what she desired. But how did that exonerate her?I let out a short laugh. If anything was bothering me, this was the least of them all. Millions of strangers were dissecting my life as if they had lived it themselves.Let them.Their opinions changed nothing. If anything, they reminded me of a lesson I had learned too late: nobody is more important than Quinn.If I had learned that sooner, there wouldn't be footage of me on national television begging a man to love me.I stared at the headline one more time before tossing the phone onto the bed. Just then, the phone rang out loud. Morrison called, and I picked.“Quinn.”His voice was low.“Are you sure you want to do this?”I almost ended the call. But something held me back. I placed the phone on loudspeaker, dropped it on the table and walked across the room, grabbing my coat.“Is t

JASPERWhy did I marry her? The question hit hard.Four weeks in prison. A stab wound. A public downfall. None of it haunted me the way Quinn did. Every road I followed somehow led back to her.Every secret, lie and regret. And now, someone was finally offering answers. For the first time in months, fear lost to desperation.I clicked on the attached photograph and opened it. An image of a younger Quinn. Timestamp, nine years ago. Way before I even met her.Another message arrived.>You better be here before it is too late.~~~An hour later, I was driving through the city alone. Against every medical recommendation and rational thought.The wound protested every movement, but I barely felt it. There were pains worse than physical ones. Like discovering your entire marriage might have been built on secrets and that the woman you loved most had suffered because of them.The address led me away from the city center and every expensive district. I kept going. Streetlights became scarce.

QUINNI stared at Joe's father.The man stared right back as though the rest of the room had vanished. Even when Joe shifted in front of me, protective and confused, those eyes never left my face. Not for a second.“Who does she look like?” Joe asked.Unease crawled beneath my skin. This wasn't the reunion I had imagined. I expected tears, apologies, maybe even forgiveness. Instead, a stranger was looking at me like he'd just seen someone rise from the dead. His chest rose and fell unevenly.Beside him, Joe’s mother also looked confused and lost.“Wilson?”The man didn’t respond. He couldn’t look away from me. His eyes made my skin prickle. Finally, he swallowed and asked,“How old are you?”The question hit me like a slap.“What?”“Your age.” His voice shook. “How old are you?”Joe frowned. “Father—”“Please. I am talking to her.”The desperation in his voice immediately silenced everyone. I hesitated, then answered. His eyes closed briefly, as though that answer meant everything. Wh

STONESI am not sure it was daybreak yet when the first call came into my phone.The second followed thirty seconds later. The third was before I even finished answering the second. Something was wrong.By the time I reached the office, six missed calls waited on my phone. From three attorneys, two board members and one government contact.I walked to the window and looked down at the city. For years, this view had comforted me. Power looked beautiful from above.Every moving car. Every office tower. Every politician pretending to matter. I owned pieces of all of them. Today, for the first time, things looked different.Another call came into my phone. I answered.“What?”The voice on the other end sounded shaky and intimidated.“We have another resignation.”I closed my eyes.“Who?”The answer came. Another senior executive. Another ally. Just another sailor abandoning a sinking ship, waiting for the tsunami to capsize it.His call ended. Then another. Then another. Things were not m