Too Late To Regret: My Ex-wife Married To My Arch-enemy

Eight years into Lynda Bennett's pursuit of Charles Watson, Charles got drunk and slept with Lynda.

Only when she became pregnant did he reluctantly agree to marry her.

Lynda thought she had finally touched his heart, but on their wedding day, her mother was tragically hit and killed by Charles' niece, Eleanor Watson.

The next day, Charles threatened her with her father's life to make her drop the charges.

It was then that she realized that the person Charles truly loved was always Eleanor.

Eleanor beat her so badly that she ended up in the hospital, and Charles forced Lynda to sign a reconciliation agreement; Eleanor pulled her father's oxygen tube, and Charles forced her to kneel and apologize.

If she didn't comply, Charles would threaten with the divorce.

He believed that Lynda wouldn't leave him because she was pregnant.

But he was wrong.

Lynda not only left but took their daughter and married his arch-enemy.

Charles was beside himself with regret, the once cool and dignified man now humbly kneeling, "Lynda, please just look at me one more time, I'm willing to die to atone."

Lynda turned away with their daughter, without a backward glance. "Then go ahead and die."

...

After eight years of pursuing and making countless attempts to seduce him, Lynda finally won over Charles-that unreachable ideal who had seemed forever out of reach.

After getting drunk, Charles went wild, his sexual desire raging uncontrollably as he pinned Lynda down and engaged in wild sex, each time teetering on the edge of losing control.

Lynda's waist was almost broken; she hadn't expected a man who had been abstinent for so long to be so vigorous on the bed.

After that, she was pregnant, and Charles married her.

Everyone said that Lynda, who always flattered Charles and now forced the marriage with her pregnancy, must be overjoyed.

No one knew that on the third day after the wedding, Lynda went alone to the law firm to print a divorce agreement.

The staff looked at her marriage certificate and then asked in surprise, "Mrs. Watson, the records show you married Mr. Watson just three days ago, are you sure you want a divorce?"

Lynda looked at the brand-new marriage certificate, her eyes reddening.

The staff, thinking she was reluctant, kindly advised, "It's normal for couples to argue, don't be impulsive..."

Lynda interrupted, "I'm sure I want a divorce!"

As she walked out with the signed divorce agreement, the sunlight outside was blinding, so bright it made Lynda want to cry.

Three days earlier, on her wedding day with Charles, the sunlight had been just as piercing, stabbing straight into Lynda's heart.

That day, her mother had been hit and killed by a car.

The police had sent a video from the surveillance, showing her mother being dragged mercilessly for miles, leaving a trail of blood, with even her bones exposed.

It was clearly intentional murder.

Seeing her mother's tragic death, Lynda collapsed, fainting on the spot.

Luckily, Charles caught her, preventing her from falling.

Charles held her trembling body in his arms, "Lynda, I'll find the best lawyer for you, I'll help you get justice-and that driver will pay for what they did, blood for blood."

His embrace was warm, and it was the first time he had held her willingly.

However, when Charles found out the driver was his niece Eleanor, though he had just promised to stand by Lynda, he immediately took the opposite side.

"Lynda, Eleanor is young and didn't know any better, making mistakes is normal, just let it go, your mother is already gone, what's done is done, it's all in the past." he said.

He asked her to let it go?

Lynda looked at the man she had loved for eight years in disbelief.

It was her mother's life, Charles wanted to dismiss it with a casual "let it go."

Charles said it was all in the past, but Lynda was determined to hold Eleanor accountable.

The day after the wedding, Lynda approached a lawyer to draft a lawsuit, intending to charge Eleanor with intentional murder.

Unexpectedly, Charles abandoned an one-billion-dollar project to rush home and throw a blank check in Lynda's face. "Eleanor is still young, prison would ruin her life, I'll pay her debts, I'll compensate, name your price, ten million, a hundred million, a billion, ten billion..."

As he increased the offer, Lynda's heart grew colder, as if she was falling into an icy abyss.

In Charles's mind, her mother's life was worth nothing more than a string of numbers.

Lynda felt a tightness in her chest, her breath nearly stopping.

Sensing Lynda's emotions, the baby inside her turned restlessly, making her break out in a cold sweat.

As Charles's offer reached the limit of the company's liquid assets, seeing Lynda's silence, he took it upon himself to decide, "Ten billion, drop the charges."

Finally, Lynda couldn't hold back and shouted at him, "Charles! That was my mom! The woman who gave birth to and raised me! She's not something you can measure in money!"

"I will never drop the charges!" She stubbornly glared at Eleanor, clenching her jaw in determination, "I will make Eleanor pay for this!"

Charles suddenly grabbed Lynda's wrist, his hand, usually steady, was trembling, "Lynda, if you dare to harm Eleanor, I won't let you off!"

His expression was colder than ice, yet his eyes betrayed his concern.

He was worried about Eleanor.

The grip on her skin was painfully tight, as if thousands of needles were piercing her body, causing Lynda to nearly suffocate.

Since knowing Charles, this was the first time Lynda had seen him lose control like this.

It turned out he could let his emotions show because of someone.

It turned out he could be moved by another person's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

It turned out he could care for someone, always thinking of her well-being.

Lynda felt bitterness in her heart.

But that person was never her; it was Eleanor.

At that moment, she realized Charles deeply loved his young niece, Eleanor.

After pursuing him for eight years, Lynda never knew...

Charles rejected her not because he was cold and aloof, but because his heart belonged to someone else.

Afraid that Lynda might impulsively cause trouble for Eleanor, Charles ordered that the pregnant Lynda be locked in the basement, without giving her a drop of water.

Lynda cried all night, until she could no longer shed tears.

She lay in agony on the cold, filthy concrete floor, reflecting on the past eight years.

If she had known Charles had someone he liked, if Charles had mentioned even one word to her, Lynda would never have pursued him relentlessly for eight years, nor would she have married him.

Lynda couldn't understand why Charles didn't say anything.

Just like she couldn't understand why she fell in love with Charles.

Eight years ago, when Charles spoke as a representative at Asmeau University's welcome event, the moment he took the stage, Lynda noticed him.

He was ridiculously handsome.

Standing at 6'2", with sharp brows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a suit tailored to perfection, emphasizing his broad shoulders and slim waist, he was as cool as ice.

Lynda was known as a charming socialite; since fourteen, she had countless admirers trailing behind her.

Yet, despite considering herself experienced with men, Lynda was intrigued by Charles, who was colder than ice. It greatly sparked her curiosity.

After the event, Lynda approached him, wanting to add him on WhatsApp, only to be rejected.

Charles insisted his focus was solely on academics, leaving no space for romance.

Lynda didn't believe him.

Everyone had emotions and desires; what was he pretending to be so pure and unattached for?

No one had ever resisted her charms; Lynda, undeterred by setbacks, started pursuing him.

She pretended to sprain her ankle and fall, but Charles simply lifted her by the back of her collar without touching her skin.

She deliberately bent down to tie her shoelaces in front of him, revealing the smooth skin of her chest, but he handed her a coat without glancing, "Put it on."

Despite all her attempts to entice him, Charles hadn't even smiled at her.

Perhaps Charles really was made of ice.

A month later, she gave up.

She thought she would never see Charles again, but unexpectedly, he sought her out.

The Bennett family's financial chain suddenly broke, leading to bankruptcy and their expulsion from the elite circles.

Lynda's former suitors quickly changed their faces, offering to keep her. To help her family, she chose the one who bid the highest.

In a hotel, she was about to surrender her virginity in despair when Charles suddenly burst in, kicking away the man looming over her.

Seeing Charles at that moment, all of Lynda's grievances erupted, and she hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Charles, if only you were my boyfriend, they wouldn't dare bully me!"

Lynda was merely venting her emotions, but unexpectedly, Charles agreed. "Okay."

That single word made Lynda's heart race, and she fell completely for him.

During their eight-year relationship, Charles remained cold as ever, yet she was unwavering in her devotion.

For him, she changed her habits, toning down her vibrant personality, smoothing out her edges to be a dutiful wife, hoping to melt the coldness in his heart.

However, what awaited her was her mother's tragic death and a spiral into despair.

Returning home from the law firm, Lynda, with a stoic expression, tossed their marriage certificate into the flames.

Watching the thing she had dreamed of for eight years burn to ashes, she chuckled bitterly.

She no longer wanted to love Charles, nor could she afford to.

Immediately, she called someone she hadn't contacted in eight years, Terrance Campbell, a globally acclaimed lawyer.

Since his debut, none of the cases he handled had ever lost.

Most importantly, he was Charles's arch-enemy.

Unexpectedly, he answered instantly, leaving Lynda momentarily stunned. She adjusted her voice and spoke, "Mr. Campbell, are you willing to take on a case that could completely destroy Charles' reputation?"

The silence on the other end of the line lasted for three seconds, followed by a soft chuckle. "Of course I am!"

Terrance asked Lynda with keen interest what was going on, but once Lynda recounted the situation, he fell silent.

Lynda assumed he no longer wished to take her case and was about to hang up the phone in despair.

Unexpectedly, Terrance suddenly said, "You've been wronged."

Those words were all it took for Lynda to break down in tears, unable to hold back any longer.

She had loved Charles for eight long years, and she truly felt deeply aggrieved.

After she had cried her heart out, Terrance cleared his throat and spoke, "Ms. Bennett, I'll take this case. I'll return to the country in a month to help you appeal. Please provide me with the evidence as soon as possible."

She immediately contacted the police to request the surveillance video, just then, a sharp voice rang out behind her. "What evidence?"

Charles suddenly appeared behind her, his gaze icy and penetrating. Panic-stricken, Lynda quickly hung up the phone.

Just as she was about to make up an excuse to brush things off, Charles spoke first, his voice filled with boundless anger. "Eleanor is young and accidentally hit your mother after drinking a little. I've already compensated you generously. Typically, compensation for an accident is usually much less. Lynda, you should be content. You're still coming out ahead."

She was still coming out ahead?

Lynda looked at the cold-faced Charles in disbelief, her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

In Charles' mind, it seemed that everyone except Eleanor was just like a business transaction, including his wife and mother-in-law.

With tear-filled eyes, Lynda stubbornly looked at him and trembled as she questioned, "Was Eleanor's act truly accidental? She knew she hit someone but still forcibly dragged and crushed until my mom completely died. Isn't that murder? Shouldn't Eleanor be held accountable for her mistakes?"

She couldn't understand how Charles could so brazenly distort the truth to protect Eleanor.

Was it all because of love?

Charles' brows furrowed deeply, his long and narrow eyes exuding a chill. He seemed to have run out of patience.

Lynda laughed bitterly. After eight long years in love, Charles was always impatient with her. Often, by the time she got to the third sentence, he turned away and left.

Just when Lynda thought Charles was about to leave, he suddenly stepped forward, expressionless, and said, "Lynda, I'll give you one more chance."

With that, he beckoned, and a bodyguard respectfully handed over a phone.

In the video, Lynda's father, Geffrey Bennett, who had long been in a vegetative state, was in a hospital room that was now filled with a group of bodyguards dressed in black.

The lead bodyguard held a revolver, its dark muzzle aimed at Geffrey's head.

Charles' voice was chilling, as if it came from hell, "Your father or the lawsuit withdrawal, choose one."

A wave of dread enveloped her, and Lynda felt cold all over, her blood instantly freezing. She screamed, "Charles, are you even human?! My father saved your life!!!"

Lynda would never forget the day Geffrey saved Charles.

Seven years ago, after Charles agreed to be her boyfriend, he casually funded the Bennett family, but the Bennett family was already beyond saving.

To thank Charles, Geffrey humbled himself to become Charles' driver.

When Charles was kidnapped, Geffrey risked his life and was severely injured saving him, taking fifty-five stab wounds from the kidnappers.

Seeing Geffrey covered in blood, Lynda nearly cried her heart out. Yet, Geffrey used his last strength to place her hand in Charles', then used his final breath to say, "Lynda, I saved Mr. Watson for you... I know... if something happened to him, you'd be heartbroken..."

That day, Lynda cried her heart out, and for the first time, Charles didn't let go of her hand, out of respect for Geffrey.

Afterward, Charles covered all of Geffrey's medical expenses and promised Lynda that even if he didn't love her later, he would take care of Geffrey for life.

But he went back on his word. He forgot what he had once said.

For Eleanor, he was willing to kill Geffrey, his lifesaver.

Lynda trembled with anger, her teeth chattering as she spoke, "Charles, have you forgotten my father became a vegetable saving you?"

Even with the facts right in front of her, she couldn't believe Charles would go to such ruthless lengths for Eleanor.

Charles didn't answer her but instead brought the settlement agreement to her face and coldly uttered, "Sign it."

In the video, the bodyguard had already pulled the trigger.

Lynda sensed that if she didn't sign today, Charles would truly kill Geffrey.

She suddenly laughed, but her eyes were full of despair, "Fine, I'll sign."

With Terrance involved, even after settling, she could appeal again.

After Charles got what he wanted, he prepared to leave with the settlement agreement, but Lynda called after him, "Charles..."

Unexpectedly, she was abruptly interrupted by him, "I have urgent matters, don't cling to me, I don't have time to accompany you."

Lynda's heart choked. How could he think she still loved him at this point?

Moreover, his so-called urgent matters were nothing more than responding to an emoji Eleanor had just sent him.

Lynda forced herself to suppress the bitterness in her heart and flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement, speaking softly, "Ten billion isn't enough. I want more. Sign this document."

Charles glanced at his watch and signed with a flourish.

Lynda asked quietly, "Aren't you going to check what it is?"

"No need." His voice was as cold as ever.

Lynda smiled bitterly. Indeed-when it came to her, he never bothered.

She watched silently as him left, but she didn't expect Charles to suddenly turn back at the door, "I heard you went to the law firm today, don't waste your effort, no one will take your case."

Charles didn't know that she went to the law firm to print the divorce agreement, the very document he had just signed.

Lynda didn't care about his warning, but when she contacted the police, she understood Charles' words.

He had used his influence to delete all the evidence.

To protect Eleanor, he left no stone unturned.

Lynda suddenly lost all strength, she sank to the floor in despair, yet the baby in her belly kept tormenting her, making her nauseous.

Determination flashed in her eyes as she made an appointment for an abortion.

The next moment, the doctor called, "I'm sorry, Ms. Bennett, your body isn't suitable for an abortion. If you insist, the side effects are severe, and you might never be able to conceive again."

After hanging up, Lynda gently caressed her belly.

She decided not to have an abortion; she couldn't let Charles affect her future life.

She could raise the child alone.

After the divorce, the child would be hers alone, and had nothing to do with Charles!

Just then, Terrance called, "Ms. Bennett, if you can obtain a recording of the crime, I'll spare no effort in pursuing the case."

Upon hearing Terrance's words, Lynda wiped away her tears.

Even if there was only the slightest hope, she was determined to seek justice for her mother.

After hanging up, she scanned the signed divorce agreement and sent it to Terrance.

After the one-month waiting period, she and Charles would definitively sever all ties.

Having gone three days without sleep, Lynda was plagued by a severe headache. She had just lain down to rest when the chatter from the garden disturbed her.

The servants were gathered, gossiping about her.

In the Watson family, Charles didn't love her, and the servants followed suit, treating her with disdain. They often gathered to say she was undesired by Charles, that she shamelessly seduced Charles. Over the span of eight years, Lynda had heard it all before.

She had once tearfully complained to Charles, but he never took it seriously, dismissing her concerns entirely. Seeing his indifference, the servants became even more brazen, daring to mock her right to her face.

Annoyed, Lynda got up to close the window, but what she heard next stopped her in her tracks.

"Poor Mrs. Watson! Miss Eleanor Watson killed her mother, yet Mr. Watson still sides with Miss Eleanor Watson."

An elderly servant remarked nonchalantly, "Mr. Watson has favored Miss Eleanor Watson for quite some time. Even back in his student days, he was utterly enamored with her."

"Then why did he marry Mrs. Watson?"

Upstairs, Lynda held her breath, her heart racing. She was eager to know the answer too.

With a sigh, the servant said, "Mr. Watson married Mrs. Watson just to put on a facade. After all, he and Miss Eleanor Watson are relatives, so they can only maintain a secret affair. Honestly, Mrs. Watson is so naive. Every time Mr. Watson went on a business trip, she'd wait foolishly in the living room, unaware that he was actually abroad with Miss Eleanor Watson..."

Lynda nearly lost her balance, almost falling out the window.

Each year, Charles was away from home for most of the year, all to see Eleanor.

She suddenly recalled seeing lipstick stains on his collar a few times. She had cried and asked him directly, "Did you have an affair?"

Charles had ignored her, and later, she convinced herself to trust him, not to cause a fuss and upset him.

But it turned out her instincts were right!

Even worse, she realized she was merely a cover for Charles and Eleanor's illicit affair.

The love she thought she had was nothing but deception and exploitation from the very start.

How could Charles do this to her!

Lynda leaned against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was her mother's funeral. Lynda personally arranged everything, filling the Funeral Home with her mother's favorite lilies.

All the guests had arrived, and Charles showed up late, accompanied by Eleanor.

She wore a fiery red outfit, radiating arrogance with every step.

Charles didn't even acknowledge Lynda, instead, he led Eleanor to pay respects.

Lynda rushed forward and pushed Eleanor away. "Get out of here!"

Eleanor was taken aback, making her scream as she fell into Charles's arms.

"Charles, Lynda bullied me." After speaking, she burst into tears.

Charles looked at the tear-streaked Eleanor, glaring at Lynda with anger. "Eleanor came here specifically to pay her respects to your mother, and you hurt her. Lynda, apologize to Eleanor immediately!"

Lynda stared at him in disbelief, questioning if she had misheard.

Charles was asking her to apologize at her mother's funeral to the murderer who killed her mother.

But considering everything Charles had done for Eleanor, it seemed unsurprising.

So this was how he loved someone-unconditionally.

"Fine, I'll apologize." Lynda said.

Charles was taken aback, not expecting her to agree so readily.

Ignoring him, Lynda walked straight to Eleanor, who had a gleam of triumph in her eyes.

But in the next moment, Lynda kicked Eleanor's knee, making her collapse with a thud, kneeling directly toward the funeral portrait.

"Eleanor! You should be the one apologizing to my mother!"

Lynda tried to force her to bow, but Charles pulled her away.

Eleanor's originally aggrieved expression suddenly changed. "Just an old hag, passing away sooner means finding peace sooner. You should thank me! If it weren't for Charles asking me to come, do you think I'd want to be here?"

Then, in a frenzy, she started to destroy the Funeral Home.

Charles observed with cold detachment.

Lynda was held tightly by him, unable to stop Eleanor.

When Eleanor raised the urn containing her mother's ashes, Lynda's heart nearly leapt from her chest.

"No!" She pleaded desperately with Charles, "Please, stop her, I'm begging you..."

Eleanor smiled cruelly and scattered the ashes.

Dust filled the air, and Lynda cried out in despair, glaring at the indifferent Charles. "Charles..."

Before she could finish, Eleanor raised the urn to strike her head. "You bitch, if you hadn't married Charles, your mother wouldn't have died!"

Pain surged through Lynda's head, warm blood flowing down her forehead.

Then came another blow, harsher than before.

"Your mother's dead, you should die too!" Eleanor shouted.

As Lynda collapsed, Charles finally let go.

In her blurred consciousness, she saw him tenderly holding Eleanor's hand, checking repeatedly to see if she was hurt by a splinter.

He never once glanced at Lynda.