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His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband

His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-29
Par:  ORJIComplété
Langue: English
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Synopsis

Divorce

Regret

Dark Romance

Hidden Identity

Runaway with a Baby

CEO

Possessive

Steamy

First-Person POV

"You're never going to see my worth, are you?" Layla mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "There's hardly any," her husband, Donald pouted mockingly and bursted into laughter, his mistress beside him joined in the jest. "Why not divorce me then?" She blurted. "Because you can't survive without me, you're a charity case, I'm taking pity on you by keeping you here,don't jeopardize that." "What if I can survive without you Donald?" "I'm sure you can't." He laughed. "Should we get a divorce and see then?" The words left Layla's mouth before she could hold it back. ** Layla thought she’d built a forever, despite being aware of her husband's infidelity, she had high hopes for their marriage... until the night of their anniversary, her husband came home late with his mistress and demanded that she slept in the guest room while him and his mistress stayed in their room. That was the moment her world broke, and she finally walked away, returning back to her family's home in London. But fate had other plans for her. Her brother’s best friend, Liam, once a boy she barely noticed, had grown into an insanely attractive young man that she couldn't ignore.

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I'm so obsessed with this book tbh
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Chapter one.
Layla's POV. "I wish you were here beside me instead of her." Donald, my husband's voice rang through the room, although hushed, but I could hear him as clear as the day. It was midnight, and the room was dark save for the faint glow from his phone; I laid still beside him on the bed, eyes closed, my breath held tightly, pretending to be asleep, while I listened to his phonecall. "Don't worry, she can't hear me, she sleeps like a rock." He blurted, bursting into a quiet laughter. The words hit me hard against the ear, pressing heavily down my chest but I held on tightly, refusing to blink; I kept my face buried in the pillow, my lips slightly parted in feigned sleep. "Meet me at my office tomorrow, I have a gift for you," he mumbled. "But you know what you have to do to get it." I shivered quietly as the call progressed, listening as he showered whoever it was over the phone with the affection he no longer gave me. The call ended a few moments later. The screen light died, a
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Chapter two.
Layla's POV. I woke up with a smile on my face; even when there is little or nothing to be happy about, but I can't be sad on my wedding anniversary either. It's a new chance to remind him why he’d once chosen me. I spent the morning cleaning the house, I wanted everything perfect, even if he wouldn’t notice. In the kitchen, I spent hours cooking, I made all his favorites: roast chicken with thyme and lemon, creamy mashed potatoes, red wine sauce, and the chocolate mousse I’d learned to make because he’d once said it reminded him of someone special, whoever it is. When I finally set the table, I took a step back to admire it; everything was perfect, and I didn't forget the wrapped gift box I'd gotten for him, inside the box was the watch he’d been eyeing for weeks, and there's a note. "To the man who still owns my heart.. may this year remind us why we fell in love.” I smoothed the paper with my fingertips, then went upstairs to get ready. I took my time dressing; a satin dr
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Chapter three.
Layla's POV.Morning came again like last night didn't happen. I hadn’t really slept. My eyes had been open for hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything from last night... his words, their laughter, the way he’d looked at me as if I was nothing.I’d cried, yes, now all I felt was… stillness. A strange calm that came after too much chaos.I sat by the small dining table by the window, sipping coffee that had long gone cold, staring at the skyline of New York through the glass. I was flipping through the TV channels absentmindedly when I heard a knock at the door.I frowned. Housekeeping had already come. Maybe room service? I hadn’t ordered anything.“Who is it?” I called out, setting down my mug.No answer.The knocking came again, louder this time.Something in my chest tightened, that instinct that comes when you already know the answer but still hope you’re wrong.I rose from my chair slowly, my heart picking up speed. “Just a second,” I said, trying to keep my
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Chapter four.
Layla's POV.The clouds looked peaceful from the window seat.I was going home... To London, to the legacy that I left behind for love.Donald was right, he'd actually picked me from the club... But that wasn't the whole story.After my parents death, the family's multimillion dollar company was willed to me, being the eldest child, but I didn't want my life to revolve around the office, I wanted more; I wanted to love and be loved in return, after running the company for few years, I just couldn't anymore... So I did what anyone in my situation would do... I handed the company to my only brother, he was good in business too, and I was sure the company was in good hands, then I left for New York.Leaving London meant leaving the legacy behind, and that includes the money... I wanted to find love as an ordinary person, and the first day Donald and I met, I was convinced that it was possible.He didn't care about anything, he didn't even know anything about me but he was willing to take
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Chapter five.
Layla's POV.I’d been lying awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling, my head was a chaotic mess, and I hated it... I didn't want to think about anything, not about Donald, not about the messy divorce and certainly not about my brother's bestfriend.I slipped out of bed, barefoot on the cool floor, and walked towards Adrian's room, he and I have so much to talk about the company anyway. We never knocked on each other’s doors; that had been our rule since childhood. I didn’t think twice before turning the handle and stepping inside.I suddenly froze on the spot as my gaze landed on him.Not Adrian.Liam.He had just come from the shower, a towel knotted low around his waist, his hair damp and dark against his forehead. Droplets of water slid down his chest. For a second I forgot how to move, how to speak, maybe even how to breathe.He stopped too, hand still on the bathroom doorframe, eyes locking on me. His voice, when it came, was low and rough.“Layla.” he mumbled, his voice
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Chapter six.
Layla's POV.I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, tracing invisible lines with my eyes across the patterns of light spilling through the half-drawn curtains. It was late, but sleep had long abandoned me.My mind was a mess.. full of him.Liam.Every time I closed my eyes, the image replayed over and over, the sight of him standing there in Adrian’s room, the towel around his waist, leaving the rest of his body naked to my ogling eyes.I hated how easily those thoughts came.I hated even more how they refused to leave.It was ridiculous, inappropriate, foolish... all of it. I’d barely gotten free from the wreckage of a marriage that had drained me of everything, and here I was, replaying the shape of another man’s shoulders in my mind like some hopeless teenager.I turned over, pressing my face into the pillow as if I could bury the thoughts there.“Stop,” I whispered to myself. “You can’t think about him.”But I did.Over and over.It wasn’t just attraction. It was something deep
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Chapter seven.
Layla's POV. I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I turned over, rearranged the pillows, my mind refused to rest. Thoughts kept circling, tumbling over one another... fragments of the past and all. And beneath it all, like a quiet undertone I couldn’t shut out, there was him. Liam. It was ridiculous how much space he’d begun to occupy in my thoughts. Every time I tried to reason with myself... to draw the line between reality and temptation, my imagination betrayed me, painting his face in the dark corners of my mind. With a sigh, I sat up. My skin buzzed with restlessness, and I knew I wouldn’t find sleep lying here like this. I slipped on a robe, tied it loosely around my waist, and headed towards the kitchen; maybe a cup of milk could help relax my head and I could finally get some sleep. I blindly found the switch to the kitchen light and turned it on, then proceeded to pull out a can of milk, grabbing a mug and poured out a sizable quantity. I leaned back ag
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Chapter eight.
Layla's POV.It had been like an eternity since I felt the touch of a man, my body was going crazy with emotions as his hands roamed my body.Our lips pressed together and I felt a wave of intensity course through me as I ran my hands through his soft hair. He gently wrapped his strong hands around my waist, moving slowly to caress my ass over my nightwear. Suddenly, he pushed me against the nearest wall, pinning my hands above my head as our kissing intensified. I felt his tongue swirling gently around mine and the force of his body pushing me against the wall, and feeling his hard cock on my leg from under his pants, made me immediately wet.Liam began to plant soft, slow kisses along my neck. I let out a gentle moan of pleasure as he kissed me right below my ear lobe. I could feel my pussy pulsating.As he kissed my neck, I felt his hands slowly inch their way below my shirt, making their way up. He slowly lifted my shirt off and began to move his kisses down my torso. Feeling his
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Chapter nine.
Layla's POV.I opened my eyes to sunlight pushing through the curtains, and for a few blissful seconds I lay there half-dreaming, not yet fully awake, just turning over from one comfortable position to another. Then the memory hit.One flash, then another... his eyes, his hands, the sound of my name in his voice, the sound of my own voice begging him to fuck me harder... I sat up so fast the room tilted, and my heart began to pound.“What did you do, Layla,” I whispered. “What on earth did you do?”I pressed both hands to my face. My palms were cold but my skin felt hot. Every image from last night played in relentless fragments, and the only thing worse than remembering was realizing it hadn’t been a dream. I had actually done it.No one in their right mind would hookup with her younger brother's bestfriend.No sane woman would ever.My voice broke before the sentence finished in my head.He should've been off limits, the one person in this house I should have kept at a distance. An
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Chapter ten.
Layla's POV. For the next few days, I did everything I could to stay out of Liam’s orbit. It wasn’t easy, not in a house this large yet somehow small enough for a possible collision. The morning after breakfast, I made a promise to myself. No more accidental meetings. No more wondering what he was thinking when he looked at me. Although it sounded simple. It wasn’t. Each day felt like walking through a maze built entirely of self-control. If I heard his voice coming from the sitting room, I turned toward the study instead. When Adrian called us both for dinner, I invented an excuse... it could be headache today, emails tomorrow, or a long bath the day after; I’d even started taking my breakfast later, after I was sure both men had left the dining room. Adrian noticed, of course. He always noticed. “You’re hardly around,” he said, walking towards the dining where I was having breakfast, I'd waited for them to leave before coming down. "Everything okay?” he raised hi
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