HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 159

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

**Chapter 159**

“I can’t shake the feeling that I should return to SunCity,” Daven whispered, his fingers clenching tightly around the test results as if they were a lifeline.

“I doubt that’s a viable option right now,” Arsen replied, his tone firm yet understanding. “I don’t mean to dampen your spirits, but you have a mountain of responsibilities awaiting you at the office. I’ve already sent you the updated schedule and a slew of reports concerning the SunCity project. Mr. Harold is genuinely thrilled about our collaboration. You can go through them tomorrow.”

Daven exhaled a heavy sigh, allowing silence to envelop the moment. “You’re ruining my moment,” he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Forgive me for that,” Arsen said, his voice softening.

Daven’s gaze fell once more to the test results, still a source of disbelief for him. Each time his eyes rested on that number, an overwhelming tide of emotions swept over him, akin to a colossal wave crashing onto the shore—not to knock him down, but to pull him under, into a realm of feelings he struggled to articulate.

Joshua Grayson… was undeniably his son. His own flesh and blood. The boy who had lingered in his thoughts, the child he felt an inexplicable urge to connect with, truly had a bond with him. This was no longer a mere hunch; it was a truth confirmed by a valid, undeniable test result.

“I’m not trying to diminish your happiness, Mr. Daven,” Arsen said gently. “Congratulations on obtaining the results you’ve longed for. I can see the joy in your eyes, but… there’s still a lot on your plate here. Including your divorce petition—it’s nearly finalized.”

Arsen had a point. Daven realized he needed to set aside this newfound joy, at least for the time being. Once everything in Mighatan was sorted, he could return to SunCity. There was the follow-up project with Mayor Harold, discussions with the TnC Group, and most importantly, the chance to finally see Josh.

“You’re right,” Daven conceded, letting out a long, resigned sigh. “I can’t fault you for reminding me of my responsibilities.”

A faint smile crept onto Arsen’s lips, a glimmer of camaraderie shared in their exchange.

“He’s… really my son, Arsen.” Daven’s voice was tinged with disbelief as he gazed at the paper once more, his heart racing. “My son.”

Arsen remained silent, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Part of him felt genuine happiness that his master’s long-standing obsession had finally reached a resolution. Yet another part questioned whether Daven would now refrain from interfering in the boy’s life, especially with the Miller family safeguarding him—a family not to be underestimated. A sense of unease settled within Arsen, creeping into his thoughts.

Still, he couldn’t deny that a part of him shared in Daven’s joy. “I knew you’d be thrilled to hear the truth,” he said, his voice steady.

“Thrilled?” Daven shook his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips, laden with emotion. “I feel… as if I’ve been granted a second chance at life.”

“I just hope,” Arsen cautioned, choosing his words carefully, “that before you take any action based on this revelation, you consider everything thoroughly. I haven’t forgotten what you told me a few hours ago—you don’t want to disrupt Miss Althea’s life again, remember?”

Daven narrowed his eyes, irritation flaring. “Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I’d do something that reckless?”

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