Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 855:

“As for those childish fantasies… you’d be wise to let them go. I’ve already finalized everything with Jarrett. The wedding is set for the 25th. You’ll stay home and prepare. That’s final.”

Ophelia’s face crumpled. A raw, anguished cry escaped her lips.

“No! I won’t! I’d rather die than marry that cripple!”

She jabbed a trembling finger at him, fury pouring from her voice.

“If you’re so eager to please Jarrett, then why don’t you marry him yourself?”

Daren’s expression hardened. The color drained from his face. She had gone too far.

There was no reasoning with her anymore—only containment.

Without another word, he turned to the butler. His voice was clipped and cold.

“Restrain her. From this moment on…”

From this moment on, she doesn’t leave this room unless I say so.

The butler flinched but obeyed without hesitation.

“Yes, sir.”

Ophelia froze, unable to believe what she was hearing. Then fury erupted—she stomped her foot, tears spilling down her cheeks in helpless frustration.

“Let me go! You can’t do this! Daren! How could you? I’m your sister!”

But Daren didn’t stop. He didn’t even glance back.

She had crossed every line imaginable. At this point, she was a liability—one he couldn’t afford. She had to be confined, watched closely, and given no opportunity to see Nathan or derail the wedding plans.

The door slammed shut behind him and locked with a heavy, final click.

𝕃𝖆𝙩𝓮𝑠𝖙 с𝗁𝓪𝗉𝓉𝗲𝗋𝗌 g𝙖𝗅𝖓𝗈𝑣𝓮𝖑𝘀․ⅽ𝓸𝙢

Two servants held Ophelia firmly as she kicked and twisted, her voice breaking into ragged sobs and furious curses.

Her chest heaved with rage, and bitterness scorched every breath.

Why should she be forced to marry a cripple?

Jarrett, with his cold eyes and lifeless legs, could never compare to Nathan—her Nathan—charming, vibrant, everything Jarrett wasn’t.

No one could make her go through with this.noveldrama

She would never marry Jarrett—no matter the cost.

Daren had barely slept a wink all night.

By morning, faint shadows clung beneath his eyes, and his complexion was pale as he drove to the Emerald Hotel.

He adjusted his tie, forced a pleasant smile onto his face, and took a steadying breath.

Jarrett was applying more pressure by the hour, and Daren couldn’t afford another misstep.

The contract had to be signed—soon.

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