Title: DIVORCED: My EX-Husband Regret.Blurb:After getting divorced and arrested by her husband~Simon Langston, who is known as a wealthy Billionaire tycoon in all of California.Simon Langston believes that Morgana had tried to kill his ex, Marilyn, prompting him to put Morgana behind bars for attempted murder but Morgana is unexpectedly saved by Simon's business rival, Xavier Hills. He offers her a shocking proposal: A contract marriage. In exchange for providing for her and the child she carries, Morgana must supply Xavier with every information that could potentially bring Simon's company to its knees. Five years later, Simon wants both Morgana and their child back. But can his heartfelt gestures surprisingly move her? Will Morgana fall for him again and end her five-years marriage with Xavier Hills? CHAPTER ONE: Morgana's POV:I stepped out of the room in a blue sundress, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought consumed me: Simon Langs
Morgana's POV:“You are under arrest for attempting to murder Miss. Marilyn Pearce.” Agent Cooper began. ‘Attempted murder? Under arrest?’ My mind suddenly began to race. “Simon, are you aware of this?” I asked turning to face him, there was absolutely no way he would allow these men take me in. This was obviously one of Marilyn's schemes. “All your questions will be answered in court, Mrs. Langston.” Agent Cooper said coldly. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, an attorney will be provided for you.” He said, as he moved in to cuff me.“She tried to push me, I moved away and she fell, that's all!” I protested, crying bitterly.“I suggest you cooperate, Mrs Morgana, or you might lose any chance of getting an attorney.” Agent Carter cautioned.And just like that, I was handcuffed and dragged to the police car while my husband stood there staring at me
Morgana's POV:The doors were suddenly pushed open and I shut my eyes instinctively. I could hear approaching footsteps, but I continued to feign sleep. “She is still asleep.” I heard a male voice say.“What could be wrong with her?” A familiar female voice asked. “She's pregnant.” The man replied, my eyes flung open when I heard his words.‘How? When?’It finally dawned on me, the night Marilyn's divorce was announced in the news and she had contacted Simon for emotional support. He came back home extremely happy and drunk, and that night we had sex for the very first time. The next morning when he woke up he hated me more, he claimed that I took advantage of his drunken state to have my way with him.How did that one night together result in pregnancy?‘Simon needs to know about this, he will come for me the moment he finds out that I am pregnant with his child.’ I thought.“She is awake.” I heard a male voice announce. Tilting my head to the side, I saw a middle aged man, dresse
Morgana's POV:I picked up the envelope and started to open it. "What is this? Is it some kind of petition or something?" I asked, still struggling with the seal.“Divorce papers!” He replied and my hands froze in the air.“Y-you are kidding right?”“Do I look like I came all the way here to joke?” He asked, sounding all serious and impatient. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the man I called my husband. “Why are you doing this to me, Simon? What have I ever done to you to deserve this?”“Honestly, I can’t believe you’re asking me this right now,” He began. “Marilyn is stuck in a wheelchair for God knows how long, and she has a severe brain injury that I can only pray she recovers from. And you're asking me what you've done to deserve this when you actually deserve more!”“So this is all because of Marilyn huh?” I asked, staring deeply at him. “I am telling you I didn't push her off the fucking stairs. She fell while trying to push me down.”“Why should I believe you?” He sneered
Morgana's POV:FIVE YEARS LATER………“Noah!” I called out, tying my hair back with a band.Where could he be? Suddenly, I bumped into someone. Looking up, I saw it was the cook in her white apron and cap. Sighing deeply, I asked, “Where is he? Please tell me you found him.”“I couldn’t find him, Ma'am,” She replied, her head hung low. “This house is huge; he could be anywhere. I had the maids search everywhere for him. We’ll find him soon, I promise.”“I hope so, Lola. Xavier is on his way back, and he hates it when his rest is disturbed.”“Don’t worry, ma'am. We’ll definitely find him before Sir returns, trust me…”“I found him!” Someone called out, and we hurried toward the voice.We entered the library and saw a maid standing by the door.“Where is he?” I asked.“Behind the third shelf,” She replied curtly. “You both can leave now,” I instructed. “And please shut the door behind you.”I moved behind the third shelf to find my sweet pie crouched down, his head hanging low.“What's
Chapter 6Morgana’s POV:I ran a hand over my black gown, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as I examined my reflection. The V-neck hugged my curves, while the long slit along my right leg gave just enough allure without being too revealing.“Everything is perfect.” I said, to my reflection.Tonight, I would no longer be the woman hiding in the shadows, secretly aiding Xavier from behind the scenes. Tonight, I would step forward and take my place beside him, no matter how much he tried to keep me sheltered.As if summoned by my thoughts, a familiar deep voice rang out. “You’re really going through with this?” Xavier leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes swept over me, a mixture of admiration and concern filled his eyes. I turned toward him, raising a brow. “Would you rather I stay hidden forever?”“You know that’s not what I mean,” He sighed, stepping forward. “Morgana, there’s no need for you to put yourself through this. Simon and Marilyn—”“Are e
Chapter 7Morgana’s POV:The ride home was quiet. Too quiet.Xavier’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, while I leaned back against the leather seat, watching the city lights through the tinted window. His silence didn’t sit well with me, so I turned to him. “Are you going to keep brooding the whole way home?” I finally said, breaking the unbearable quiet.His fingers flexed, and without taking his eyes off the road, he exhaled. “I’m not brooding.”I raised a brow. “You’re gripping the wheel like you want to break it. Seems like brooding to me.”He said nothing.I chuckled. “Let me guess. You’re upset because of Simon?”His jaw ticked. Bingo.Xavier’s voice was tight when he finally spoke. “I told you to stay away from him.”I tilted my head. “Technically, I did. He came to me.”Xavier shot me a glare before looking back at the road. “You know what I mean.”I sighed dramatically. “Relax, Xavier. I don’t care about Simon. He means nothing to me.”His fingers tightened around
Chapter 8Morgana’s POV:He wasn’t moving.I stayed crouched by Simon’s side, fingers hovering just above his neck, unsure if I wanted to know what I might—or might not—find.“Xavier…” My voice came out lower than I meant it to, nearly drowned by the thud of my heartbeat in my ears. “What if you—”“I didn’t hit him that hard,” Xavier said, but his voice lacked conviction. It wasn't convincing neither was he sure that he didn't hit him dead.We both stared at the man lying motionless on the cold balcony floor, the evening breeze rustling his shirt slightly.I reached out and touched Simon’s neck—then sighed with relief. “He’s breathing.”Xavier exhaled. “Good. Then I won’t have to spend the night in a jail cell.”I looked up at him. “But you might still have to deal with a lawsuit. You punched a powerful man in public, in front of witnesses.”He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps back. “He had it coming.”“And what if he wakes up and spins this into something bigger?” I st
Xavier's POV Holding a very exhausted Noah in my arms , I used my left hand to swipe the card on the lock and the door opened. Slipping into the suite, I saw Morgana curled up on the couch, sleeping. It was as if she was waiting for us to arrive. One glance at the laptop I saw in front of her, it didn't take anything for me to know that she was working before I came in. Probably slept off. I could bet anything right now that she didn't order anything to eat. I gently walked towards his room and placed him on the bed. He rolled on his side as murmured inaudibly. But I caught on to something he said. “Thank you daddy.” He said, his eyes still closed, obviously asleep. My heart swelled so much that I thought it would burst out. He wasn't even awake and he's pulling in my non existent heart strings. Well, his mother has been doing that for a while now. I kissed the top of his head and stepped out. I've watched the kid grow up and I've come to fall in love with him. Whatever it is th
Morgana's POV Italy is hot. Like, I knew I checked for the weather they had right now before I packed my bags. And I used that as a template to pack clothes. But right now, I could not have been more wrong. The place was like hell. Hot like that. “I think I'll go shopping again.” I said. “Why?” My husband asked and I sighed. “The clothes I brought along do not fit the summer they have here. This place is hot. I cannot imagine wearing these clothes everyday here. I'd fry.” I said, picking out the clothes and tucking them back into the traveling box. Getting to the hotel, I knew Xav would do the most and I was not entirely shocked at how extravagant it was. I was just surprised at the beauty. It was an old money kind of hotel. And then again, it was a resort so it kind of had everything. He got us a whole presidential suite and everything is as though made for the president. It screamed money. When I asked him how much everything cost, he jokingly asked if I wanted to pay for i
Morgana's POV I looked at the boxes that have been packed to go. They stayed in the middle of the sitting room. Noah was running around happily and giddily. Immediately I told him we were leaving the house, the excitement he had was over the roof. He's been jumpy ever since I told him about it. And it made me a little sad. Thinking of the life he could have but he was not stuck in the house homeschooling. This has made me think that maybe I'd reconsider him going out. And starting with this vacation. After he's done, he'd start going to school like kids his normal age, so he'd be able to relate well with them. The regret I used to feel anytime he threw tantrums about going out and I scolded him is always over the top. “You ready, wife?” Xav asked and I blushed. Hard. He's made it his mission this past few days to make me blush. I've been always nervous and also giddy around him. “Yup.” I popped the p and called out to Noah. “Hey baby, come on. Let's go.” I motioned for him with
Xavier's POV As soon as I stepped into the house, I could feel the tension. There was something that's going on right now. Or something went down here. The manor was always silent most of the days. When my parents were still alive, the place would always bustle. There was always life inside. If there was no party today, there'd be a dinner tomorrow in which they invited all of their friends. They were always doing one thing or another. I ohkd not wrap my head around the fact that then. But, it was fun. Especially since I was a child then. Since Morgana came in, the house has become calm. Not like the feeling of graveyard it almost always had. It was just calm and homey. The reason I didn't always stay in my apartment in the city was because of my grandpa. He had frankly refused to leave the house. I know he had memories here. But staying with all that bitterness and regret would hurt him. I don't know how he's still alive until now. Given that he blamed himself for the death of m
Morgana's POV I stormed into the house funing and angrily mad. This has to come to an end today. Even if it's not the end, I must see to it that the person behind disclosing the identity of my son is exposed. That was one of the things I had dreaded. I don't know what will happen now that Simon already knows about it. But, I've been a little calm since he left my office. The realization that I was not alone after all resonated within me and I've been conscious of that fact and I like that. It made me feel at peace. But then, whoever the mole in my house is, must leave today. Dropping my bag on the couch, I rang for the bell that was supposed to call for them. Soon enough, they started coming in. And there were about five of them. “Good evening, Miss. Is there a reason why you have called us all here at this time?” The housekeeper, who was a little older, asked. The woman looked strict. She never took rubbish or sucked up to anyone in this house since I joined. Her facial feature
Morgana's POV I'll take a break after all of this. I'm tired from inside and I'd crash soon enough. A small smile made it to my face after remembering what happened yesterday night. We did not go all the way but went far enough to give pleasure. For the first time in my whole life, I had a pleasure from a man and from my own hand. I love every moment that came along with it. How he held me and how we cuddled to sleep. I could get used to that. There was a knock on my door. “Yes?” The door opened and Sasha peered in. “Can I come in?” She asked sheepishly, hiding behind the door, I nodded. My jaw dropped as soon as she stepped in when I saw what was in her hand. I was shocked to say the least. “What the hell?” I whispered. “Why do you have something like that with you?” “A delivery clae in for you.” She smiled and dropped the ridiculously large bouquet on my table. The scent whispered through my lips and I smiled almost immediately. Knowing Xavier, he goes overboard over litera
Morgana's POV We got home later that night. Immediately I stepped into the house, I was a little guilty. I had totally forgotten about Noah who was home alone with the maids. Ones I did not trust and I was planning to fish out later. And I'm sure he would have worn Grandpa Will out. I was surprised he did not call me today though. On a normal day, he would have disturbed my phone with calls if I didn't come home early. Given how silent the house was right now, he has slept. “I'll check on Noah.” I said to Xavier, trying to avoid his all looming presence. He did not say anything and I slipped away, climbing the stairs rapidly. When I got to the front of his room, I hesitated a little bit before opening the door gently. And just as I guessed, he was lying on his side sleeping peacefully. The lamp in the corner of the room is dimly lit. He's the only child I know that does not want to sleep with all the lights on. He prefers to stay in the dim light. I sat gently beside him and st
Morgana's POV To say I was shocked at the phone call I received earlier would be an understatement. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that Xavier wanted to take me out. We were never at this point before in our relationship. I used to consider him to be an aloof and emotionally unavailable person. Except for the kiss we shared some weeks back, we've not exactly lived as husband and wife. We stay in the same room, yes. But that was to appease his grandfather and not to allow the maids to be suspicious of us. We were more like two strangers living together. Like roommates. I've always found him attractive. But since he never crossed the line by touching me in any suggestive way, I decided not to beg him with myself. I don't want to be in that era again in my life. The issue I had with Simon then is enough. “Are you okay?” Xavier asked me and I jolted back to the present at the sound of his voice. “M..ermm, yeah. I'm fine.” I've been doing that a lot lately. Stammering an
Xavier's POV People behave annoyingly most times. That is why I keep my distance from people in order to avoid forming unnecessary bonds. The relationship I had with Caithlyn in the past was as a result of family friendship. Miss Howard, her aunt, used to be friends with my grandfather. We were mostly a couple in the eyes of the public. In private, I made sure that the boundary was clear. We had nothing going then and not now. She was too fake for me then, and I mostly could not deal with her. But right now, I'll definitely deal with her. “Mr Xavier, it's good to have you around again. Who would you like to see? Or do you want me to call Miss Caitlyn?” A man in the art gallery, whom I feel is a curator, asked me. “Miss Caitlyn please.” I said to him curtly. Looking around the place. There were a few people here and there. And I could not miss the way they were stealing glances at me. I'm sure that there were paparazzi amongst them. The stony expression I had on will not allow an