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Chapter twenty.

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Layla's POV.

Sleep wouldn’t come.

No matter how many times I turned on my side, tugged the blanket up, or adjusted the pillows, my body refused to rest. My mind, especially, refused to be quiet.

I laid there staring at the ceiling, my heart still carrying the heat of the argument from earlier at the bar and the ridiculous stunt that I pulled.

I could still see everything as clear as the day, it replayed in my head over and over again, focusing more on the damn girl and the way her fingers brushed Liam’s arm as if she had the right.

And the way I had reacted…

I sighed and rolled onto my side, pressing my face against the pillow. The embarrassment burned hot and fresh even now. I’d walked up there like a woman possessed, scolding a stranger like some jealous wife who’d caught her husband flirting.

It wasn’t dignified, It wasn’t me.

But it had felt… inevitable.

I couldn't help myself.

The image of her touching him, smiling like she owned the moment, like she knew she had his attention,
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  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter twenty three.

    Layla's POV.Liam and I walked side by side towards the building.“Layla?”I suddenly heard an oddly familiar voice call out to me and I froze on my track; that tone that once used to make my heart skip for all the wrong reasons. My fingers tightened around my purse before I even turned.He was standing only a few feet away. Donald.And beside him, the same young woman that he'd come home with on our anniversary night.For a second, it felt like all the air had left the street. The noise of cars driving in, and people conversing around us dulled until I could hear only the blood rushing in my ears.He smiled as if he’d stumbled upon an amusing secret. “Well,” he said slowly, “look who finally decided to show her face, I thought you had died of hunger or something since you threw away the only chance to feed that I offered you.”His companion laughed lightly, looping her arm through his. The sound of it slid beneath my skin like a blade.Liam shifted subtly, stepping half a pace closer

  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter twenty two.

    Layla's POV.Liam stood beside me, hands in his pockets, neither of us said a word, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was rather just there; peaceful and quiet I'll say. I focused on the reflection in the mirrored walls instead: him beside me, tall, composed, the faintest smile playing on his lips as though he was lost in thought. His presence filled the small space effortlessly, and it made me suddenly, unreasonably aware of my own heartbeat.Once we were outside, a sleek black car was parked at the curb, it looked exactly like the kind of ride you'd squander a lot of thousands to acquire, I couldn't help but wonder who it belonged to. Liam turned slightly as though he could hear my thoughts, gesturing toward it. “There’s our ride.”I blinked. “Our ride?”He nodded. “I made the purchase the day we arrived New York but it was delivered last night, I figured we’d need something decent to get around. Taxis are unreliable, and I didn’t want to deal with delays.”I raised an eyeb

  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter twenty one.

    Layla's POV.I woke up earlier than I meant to, the room was still dark, and the city outside was only just beginning to stir as I looked out the window. For a few seconds, I lay there, hoping sleep would return, but my mind refused to rest.Every thought from the night before came rushing back.There was no point trying to sleep again. I could already feel the restlessness building under my skin. So I got up, pulling the curtains aside. The skyline of New York glowed faintly in the distance.“All right,” I muttered to myself. “If you can’t sleep, at least look like you’ve got it together.”The conference was at nine. That gave me more than enough time to shower, get dressed, and focus on work.. or at least pretend to. I’d packed mostly formal wears for this trip as it should since it's a business trip, but this morning, I found myself pausing longer than usual, debating between outfits like I hadn’t done in years.I wanted something that even though it feels professional… it could a

  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter twenty.

    Layla's POV.Sleep wouldn’t come.No matter how many times I turned on my side, tugged the blanket up, or adjusted the pillows, my body refused to rest. My mind, especially, refused to be quiet.I laid there staring at the ceiling, my heart still carrying the heat of the argument from earlier at the bar and the ridiculous stunt that I pulled.I could still see everything as clear as the day, it replayed in my head over and over again, focusing more on the damn girl and the way her fingers brushed Liam’s arm as if she had the right. And the way I had reacted…I sighed and rolled onto my side, pressing my face against the pillow. The embarrassment burned hot and fresh even now. I’d walked up there like a woman possessed, scolding a stranger like some jealous wife who’d caught her husband flirting.It wasn’t dignified, It wasn’t me.But it had felt… inevitable.I couldn't help myself.The image of her touching him, smiling like she owned the moment, like she knew she had his attention,

  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter nineteen.

    Layla's POV.The moment I stepped back into the bar, I knew I should’ve stayed in my room.Liam was exactly where I left him, except this time, she was still there, and she’d gotten even more comfortable, her hand was already resting on his arm, her fingers brushing against his sleeve like they had every right to be there.And why the fucking hell is he smiling at her? Like he's comfortable with all that she's doing?Something inside me snapped just a little.I stopped just beyond the doorway, my breath catching before I could steady it. The light caught on his jawline as he turned his head slightly to listen to her, that freaking smile hadn't left his face, and even from across the room, I could tell the smile she was giving him too was the kind that said 'I’m not going anywhere.'My first instinct was to turn around, pretend I never saw any of it, go back to my room and email him about the conference. But my feet didn’t move. They stayed planted, stubbornly frozen, as I stood there

  • His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband   Chapter eighteen.

    Layla's POV.The corridor upstairs was quiet except for the soft click of my heels as I hurried my step towards my room.I was still replaying the scene in the bar in my mind... The way that woman had leaned into Liam, the polite, unreadable expression on his face... He couldn't even push her away.I hated how much space the memory took up in my head. It shouldn’t have mattered.But it did.I just needed to make it to my room, take a long shower, and forget the entire evening ever happened.I rounded the corner toward the bank of elevators and nearly collided with someone stepping out.“Whoa... sorry!” a man’s voice exclaimed.I blinked, stepping back. The stranger straightened, brushing invisible lint from his suit jacket, and then his eyes widened as our eyes met.“Layla?”For a second, I didn’t place him. Then it clicked. “Marcus?”He broke into a broad grin. “Marcus Heller! From the London Summit five years ago. You chaired that sustainability panel, remember?”I laughed, a little

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