Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 No Way

Ewan hoved Aade, but unfortunately, he only had one grandson–Jude

Akten’s son had just turned two and was at that adorable stage. Everyone doted on him.

Even though the birthday dinner was just family, it was still over the top luxurious.

Atreihe kept making anide comments about me not having kids, while the others tried to smooth things over.

I focused on eating lobster and sea cucumber. Food always tastes better when you’re not the one paying for it Once well eaten and drank our fill, I Corner scrolling through my phone. The last thing I wanted was to deal with

more of the Carsons

At that moment, Juno walked over with a smile, holding a cup of coffee. “It’s to help with digestion–just sip a little.”

Juno sat down next to me like she had something to say, but didn’t know how to start.

I put the coffee aside and got straight to the point. “Just say it, Anut Juno. What’s going on?”

Juno gave me an awkward smile, then pulled out her phone. “Ada, honestly, I’ve always liked you more. You know how to cany yourself, and you’re capable too.

Jude’s just temporarily blinded by someone. He’ll come to his senses eventually–especially with a woman like Vivian.”

On her screen were two photos–Vivian having dinner with some guy.

Juno forwarded them to me casually and said, “Seems like the mistress isn’t too loyal either. Gotta keep a few guys around,

huh?

“Especially when the man she’s clinging to still has a wife. What do you think Jude would do if he saw these?”

With that, Jude patted my shoulder and walked off.

1 stared at the man in the photos. He looked kind of familiar. I zoomed in. Suddenly, it hit me he was the guy I saw behind Casey at the bidding meeting.

Even though he was wearing a baseball cap, the red birthmark on his left hand was hard to miss.

I wondered, ‘Could he be the one Vivian was talking to on the phone that day? And maybe the one who sold Casey out?

he’s part of her team from the start, then it all starts to make sense.

I was still mulling it over on the way out of the estate. Things that seemed totally unrelated were starting to line up.

On the way home, Jude noticed I was distracted but didn’t say much

When we hit a fork in the road, I told him to stop the car. “Casey’s not doing great. I’m worried something might happen,” I said

I didn’t know how to explain why I didn’t want to go home with him. If I brought up divorce now, it’d just turn into another night, so I figured this excuse would do.

Jude paused, then turned left and dropped me off at Casey’s place.

The second I walked in, I rushed to the bedroom. Casey was gaming, cussing up a storm.

I grabbed her phone and asked, “Is this guy from your company?”

Casey was about to snap at me, but when she saw the photo on my screen, she froze. “Yeah, that’s Billy. Why the hell is he with Vivian?”

I told her everything I overheard from Vivian’s call and that Juno was the one who sent the photos.

We both went quiet. Something about it just didn’t sit right.

In the end, we decided to look into it together the next day it was Saturday anyway

We went to the restaurant in the photos, but we didn’t have a solid excuse to ask for security footage.

It wasn’t something we could go to the cops about, and we didn’t have any official reason to be there. Plus, the place didn’t accept bribes

Then Perla’s voice floated over. “Well, if it isn’t the dynamic duo. What brings you to my family’s restaurant today?” Casey and Lexchanged a glance and pulled her aside.

“What now? Kidnapping? Blackmail? Gonna kill me to shut me up?” Perla looked all smug like we were the ones in trouble. Leald, “Perla, please we need your help.”

I knew Perla didn’t like me. Mostly because she had a thing for Jude. So the second I said please her face hit up “Please? Oh wow, now that’s rare. What kind of help? How are you gonna beg?” Perla asked

Chapter 55 No Way

I laid everything out, even mentioned that the woman causing all this drama was Jude’s mistress.

Perla’s face immediately darkened. She snapped, “Vivian really is a piece of work. She–ugh, whatever. Consider it done.

Wait here.”

Perla marched off, then turned and yelled back, “Order something! What am I, your unpaid labor?”

I nodded fast and ordered a few desserts while we waited.