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He Regrets After The Countdown To Our Divorce
img img He Regrets After The Countdown To Our Divorce img Chapter 4 Passed out.
4 Chapters
Chapter 6 Tomorrow's launch is my day. img
Chapter 7 Three Minutes to the Time img
Chapter 8 The Time Is Up! img
Chapter 9 It's time to rule my world. img
Chapter 10 ChapNo one dares to hire her! img
Chapter 11 I dare him! img
Chapter 12 You are the delusional one here. img
Chapter 13 Beginning to a new dispensation. Mellisa's POV img
Chapter 14 Then fix it! img
Chapter 15 Sophia will do the job better. img
Chapter 16 Day 1 at the new office. img
Chapter 17 Let the game begin img
Chapter 18 Our moments. img
Chapter 19 Will give it a chance. img
Chapter 20 Our robot is ready! img
Chapter 21 At the Innovation Conference Mellisa's POV img
Chapter 22 The Outburst. img
Chapter 23 The Real President of the Global Robotics Association. img
Chapter 24 Bragging rights. img
Chapter 25 The fall of bragging rights. img
Chapter 26 The Real Deal! img
Chapter 27 The robot hits Mr. Tony. img
Chapter 28 The Big Call. img
Chapter 29 Tony's confrontation. img
Chapter 30 The Fallout img
Chapter 31 I lived up to my name. img
Chapter 32 Bring Mellisa for dinner img
Chapter 33 A night worthwhile. img
Chapter 34 The Visit to Mellisa img
Chapter 35 Maybe his mum is back img
Chapter 36 Everything is in control. img
Chapter 37 The amazing concept. img
Chapter 38 The Global tech concept competition. img
Chapter 39 When Did You Fire Her img
Chapter 40 Awaits the outcome! img
Chapter 41 But this is my design! img
Chapter 42 The mark of the real creator. img
Chapter 43 The truth on display. img
Chapter 44 The applause and the fallout. img
Chapter 45 The call I didn't see coming. img
Chapter 46 The dinner invitation. img
Chapter 47 The truth under the white coats. img
Chapter 48 You don't have to do this. img
Chapter 49 Just messed everything up. img
Chapter 50 Keeping the pace to maintain that prestige. img
Chapter 51 Invitation to be the mystery award presenter. img
Chapter 52 We must seize the opportunity. img
Chapter 53 At the global robotic association tech gala. img
Chapter 54 I am the mystery guest presenter. img
Chapter 55 Stolen time is running out real quick. img
Chapter 56 Maybe I was next. img
Chapter 57 Have them arrested right now! img
Chapter 58 Karma doing what it knows best. img
Chapter 59 The media will get to hear this if they don't do the needful. img
Chapter 60 The winner of the year's est performance award is M&J group! img
Chapter 61 The gala chairman shows up. img
Chapter 62 Welcoming the mystery special presenter to the stage. img
Chapter 63 Morgan Group is finished! img
Chapter 64 Get Melissa back at all cost. img
Chapter 65 You are not sorry, one bit! img
Chapter 66 What the actual hell! img
Chapter 67 My conscience is clear. img
Chapter 68 A surprise! img
Chapter 69 Mrs. Morgan and Tony are both under arrest. img
Chapter 70 We have a wedding to plan. img
Chapter 71 The little get-together. img
Chapter 72 Hearty Is taken away. img
Chapter 73 Who could be behind this img
Chapter 74 This is no joke! img
Chapter 75 48 hours to raise the money! img
Chapter 76 Withdraw the case img
Chapter 77 Something could be done. img
Chapter 78 I have just 24 hours! img
Chapter 79 Are you for real img
Chapter 80 This is a very big risk. img
Chapter 81 Maybe, this could be an enemy within. img
Chapter 82 Don't try to act smart. img
Chapter 83 Being trapped in a tight corner. img
Chapter 84 Let's give it some benefit of doubt. img
Chapter 85 Heading to Memfys hospital with Hearty. img
Chapter 86 Hearty rushed in for an emergency! img
Chapter 87 Hearty was almost gone but later resuscitated. img
Chapter 88 You are the best sister in the whole world. img
Chapter 89 10 minutes is up. img
Chapter 90 We did what we got to do. img
Chapter 91 They might be tracked with the account details. img
Chapter 92 Our minds are rubbing together. img
Chapter 93 She can recall their faces. img
Chapter 94 There is plan B and even plan C. img
Chapter 95 Dispose the carcass. img
Chapter 96 Dead bodies found at the waste bin. img
Chapter 97 Analyse the death of the kidnappers. img
Chapter 98 Officer Adebayo found something! img
Chapter 99 Sophia's name popped up! img
Chapter 100 Where exactly are we going img
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Chapter 4 Passed out.

Melissa's POV

"Chop chop!" he barked like I was a dog. The laugh that followed from the circle around him sounded like knives in my chest.

As bitter as the truth is, licking his shoes already felt like I was a dog but I had no choice. My hands were still stinging from the fall, and my dress smelled of spilled wine. I crawled forward on my palms and knees, each inch a small defeat, and pressed my tongue against the leather of his shoe the way he wanted.

He smirked and glanced around the room like a man watching an audience applaud. "There you go. Good girl," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "See? She's so obedient."

The word obedient landed like another slap. I wanted to lift my head, to spit in his face, to shove him and the rest of them and run until the city swallowed me whole. Instead I stayed low and tasted leather and shame.

Sophia's pale laugh leaned in, eyes glinting with triumph. "Well, Melissa," she cooed, the tone so sugary it made my skin crawl, "truly, you are Tony's obedient little tramp."

Her voice was a deliberate blade. I had known her since college: the same girl who'd failed her finals and got kicked out, the same girl who'd tried and failed to charm Josh, my boyfriend at college back then. She'd always had this way of pretending our lives were a competition and I'd never even entered the race. She'd wanted Josh but when he refused her, she'd never forgiven me.

Now she was here, polished and cruel, and she took delight in my ruin.

Tony tossed his cigarette butt my way and it landed near my hand and hissed on the carpet. He watched me with interest, as if he'd staged all this for his own entertainment. The men and other ladies around him hooted and clapped like it was a show, and in turn, my throat tightened.

Sophia moved with a slow, deliberate grace and produced a plate, having a terrible, knowing grin plastered across her face. She set it down with finality. "Here's your reward," she announced. "Peanut cake."

My heart sank at once. Anyone who knew me knew the simple fact she chose to ignore: I was allergic to peanuts. I could get sick and I could stop breathing if I dare eat that. And that shouldn't have been secret and I could bet that Sophia knew. Of course she knew, as that could explain her smile widened like she was proud of herself.

"I can't eat that," I managed to say, the words thin and measured. "I'm allergic."

Her eyes narrowed as if I'd lied. She bent forward, with mock concern on her lips. "But that's the more reason you must eat it," she purred. "It'll be all fun."

There was nowhere to go as the entrance here was already closed as the thought of running away went through my mind. Aside from that, the guards who came with Tony were inside, mostly watching the spectacle. Those who should have stopped it, the senior men who owed favours to Tony, only watched. Even Mrs. Morgan, Tony's mum was nowhere to be seen and the truth was that she tended to be absent most times when Tony wanted to humiliate me the most because of her schedules.

I lifted the plate slowly because resistance had become heavy and dangerous. If I refused, Tony would do something worse. If I obeyed, I could... survive this moment. That was the calculus I had become good at: small bets for safety.

"Need some help?" Sophia's voice came from behind. Before I could pull back, her hand closed over the cake, and she shoved it roughly into my mouth. She laughed as I choked.

I gagged as my tongue fought the texture. She had smeared crumbs across my cheeks and thought it a masterpiece. People laughed, a low sound that felt like a storm. Someone pulled out a phone and I could see the glint of recording.

In no time, it was like my throat began to tighten.

"I-" I croaked.

"Hospital," I managed, the word felt terrible and raw. My fingers scrabbled for the tablecloth, for air, for something to steady me. My breath came short and hot and a prickling tightness crawled into my chest. My thoughts scrambled. 'Don't panic. Breathe!! Breathe!' And so, I tried to push the panic away with everything inside me.

My hand brushed Tony's shoe by mistake while I clutched at the table to rise. He jumped back as if burnt. "Get your filthy hands off me!" he snarled, shaking his shoe like I had dirtied it. Then he dusted it in a show of disgust, flicking tiny crumbs away with theatrical revulsion.

"Disgusting," he spat. The word was a verdict.

The world narrowed and it was as if my hearing muted at the edges. I heard the distant hum - someone's laughter, the clink of a glass but I guess those noises belonged to another place. My vision tunneled and I could feel my pulse pounding against my temples. My fingers tingled as I tried to stand, and the floor tilted.

"Please..." I whispered to anyone who could hear but my voice left me like smoke.

They moved like a pack leaving the scene of a hunt. Tony clapped once which felt like a signal, and the small group cheered, like they were already eager to go to the next party he'd arranged. I think that his cruelty had served its purpose and then the show continued for him.

The crowd thinned out quickly as I particularly noticed Sophia swept past me, smirking, as if victorious. Tony rose, straightened his cufflinks, and called out in that bored, satisfied voice, "Okay, I'm getting bored. Who wants to go to the next party?"

They answered like trained seals. "Me! Yeah!"

They moved toward the door in a ripple of laughter, leaving the room smelling of smoke and arrogance. In that instant, my body finally protested with the kind of honesty words could not reach as my chest tightened further, and my breath hitched into a thin and ragged gasp. My knees gave slightly beneath me and I slumped back, sliding against the sofa base.

For a few seconds the villa was a blurry imagination as my fingers found the carpet and dug in, seeking comfort or anything.

Then, faintly, a voice cut through clearly, "Melissa." It was close and steady. At first I thought my mind was inventing it out of need. Then the voice came again, softer and urgent, "Hey... Melissa."

It was a small sound, not loud enough to fill the room, but it hit me straight in the ribs. Someone was moving toward me and my heart tried to respond in a weak and hopeful thud.

My eyes moved, trying to focus on the approaching figure.

"Hey... Melissa," the voice repeated, closer now, and it sounded like rescue.

But before I could say anything, the pancake reaction must have taken the better side of me and then I passed out.

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