HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 160

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 160**

The weight of those words landed heavily on Arsen, reverberating through the very core of his being. In that moment, he understood just how pivotal this building had become for Daven; it was more than just a structure—it was his lifeline, the sole support keeping him from crumbling under the pressure of betrayal. Arsen, standing closest to him, could almost feel the jagged edges of Daven’s hurt, a deep gash inflicted by the very person he had once cherished above all others.

“Let’s not prolong this. Something rotten should be excised before it festers within us,” Daven declared, his voice firm as he swung open the grand doors to his office. Inside, as Arsen had forewarned, the legal team—four sharp-suited attorneys—was already assembled, their expressions serious and ready.

“As per your instructions, the divorce petition has been filed,” one of the lawyers began, presenting a neatly organized folder of documents. “However, we must address precautionary measures. Vanessa Blake is not likely to remain quiet, especially considering her history.”

Daven settled back in his chair, his fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on the polished surface of the desk. “I understand. Your concern is noted, but I have already anticipated that she might create more than just a scene.”

“This also impacts your public image, Mr. Daven. As a prominent figure with a substantial following, news of a divorce could spark a scandal that garners widespread attention. If she distorts the narrative—”

Daven raised his hand, effectively silencing the lawyer. “Let her speak. I have no interest in her words. I’m prepared for whatever she throws my way.” His voice was steady, but the icy gleam in his eyes betrayed the tempest brewing within. “Besides, haven’t I already provided you with enough evidence to counter any move she might attempt?”

“That evidence will serve as the strongest foundation for your petition, Mr. Daven,” Thomas Harrison replied, a seasoned divorce attorney with a reputation for navigating high-profile cases in Mighatan. He was known for his victories and for leaving his clients’ adversaries utterly defenseless in court.

“Then… what else do you require from me?” Daven inquired, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.

“Nothing more,” Thomas replied smoothly. “I’m merely here to confirm that your petition has been officially submitted to the court. In the coming days, Miss Vane—”

“Mr. Daven!”

The sudden interruption drew all eyes to the door. Arsen burst into the room, breathless, his hand shaking as he clutched his phone.

“What on earth has you looking like a ghost?” Daven asked, irritation lacing his voice. Normally, he appreciated Arsen’s casual demeanor, but this breach of protocol, especially during such a crucial meeting, was unacceptable.

“Sir… you need to see the news. The latest headline,” Arsen urged, thrusting his phone toward Daven.

His urgency was contagious, prompting the others in the room to instinctively reach for their devices. Before Daven could focus on Arsen’s screen, a sharp notification chimed from his own phone. He glanced down, swiped, and froze.

The online article filled the screen, emblazoned with a photograph of him alongside Althea, dominating the homepage of a major news outlet.

“Callister Group CEO in Affair Scandal with Elementary School Teacher,” the headline blared.

“When else will the headlines scream about Daven Callister being betrayed by the wife he loved more than life itself?”

“But Mr. Daven, this could escalate into a massive public spectacle,” one lawyer cautioned. The others nodded solemnly in agreement.

“Your reputation, your name, everything you have painstakingly built over the years—it could all go up in flames.”

Daven reached for the jacket draped over the back of his chair, slipping it on with deliberate calm. “If this is the game she wishes to play, then I will see it through to the bitter end. But make no mistake—I will emerge victorious.”

With purpose, he strode toward the door, dismissing the incessant vibrations of his phone. Calls, texts, messages—business partners, reporters, and of course, Vanessa, just as he had anticipated. He silenced them all without a second thought.

Before stepping fully out of the office, he issued one final, unwavering command. “Ensure that no outlet ever mentions Althea’s name again. Shut them down. Pay whatever it takes.”

As the elevator doors slid shut behind him, Daven caught a glimpse of his reflection in the polished steel. Beneath the storm of anger, one thought anchored him—Josh. That boy was the reason he maintained his composure; the reason he couldn’t afford to make a single reckless mistake. Trust was hard-won; he wouldn’t jeopardize it now.

“That damn woman just craves her name in the spotlight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his fists tightening. “Don’t regret this, Vanessa. You better not regret it.”