All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND’S REMORSE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

YSABELLE “Who's there?”My heart was pounding wildly as I held the doorknob, stopping it from moving downward.“It's me.” I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I heard the familiar voice. I hastily opened the door, and Ronan's worn-out expression was the first thing I saw.“Ronan!” I crashed myself into him, causing him to almost lose his balance, but he still managed to hold on to me tightly. “Are you okay?”“Yeah, I forgot to take my key.” He said as I felt his warm hand on my back, caressing my hair softly.“Where is he?”He let out a frustrated sigh. “He escaped.” “How–! How did he find us? Did you tell anyone about our vacation trip?” I exclaimed in frustration. I felt his chest heave as he tightly wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me until we entered the room.“It's just us and my secretary.” He calmly responded. “The twins? Are they okay?”I nodded. “Yes. They're sleeping.” And pulled away from him when I noticed Cleo on the couch.She grinned as she slowly got of

YSABELLEI keep glancing at my phone, I mean Ashton's phone, and I am hesitating to call Ronan as soon as we land in Paris. We just arrived, and I'm worried about Ronan, who stayed in the Philippines. He said he needed to find Paul as soon as possible with the help of the Filipino authorities.Is he angry? He was somewhat pissed that I've been avoiding him after that nightmare.I don't know why I suddenly feel fear every time I look at Ronan. Am I really doubting him? I need to breathe and forget this doubt in my chest, forget that stupid nightmare.“Did you just leave him like that?” I was startled at Cleo’s voice beside me.I almost forgot that she and her fiancee were also coming with us. I threw the phone inside my bag. “I didn't leave him. He needs to stay. Also, we will see each other in New York soon.”We entered the Mercedes-Benz, which was waiting for us outside the airport. As usual, Ronan’s bodyguards were everywhere as we arrived in Paris.“You two were so engrossed with

YSABELLEMy heart beats faster as I swallow the lump in my throat, confused about what I'm supposed to do.Should I just ignore it and I should not mind someone else's business? Or let my curiosity kill the cat?I chose the latter.With a light step, I slowly approached the bookshelf. The silence around me added to the suspense I was feeling inside.But I halted on my feet and wondered why the sound stopped.Could it be it was only my imagination? No… I'm sure there is something behind that furniture.Every second I took a step, my pulse thrummed in my throat faster and wilder than earlier. God knows what my father was doing inside this room, and he ended up not letting anyone enter his office.He's hiding something. I inhale deeply as I tightly clasp my finger on one of the books and slowly take it out off the shelves. I didn't look carefully at what was behind the bookshelf when I was arranging the books earlier. I didn't pay attention until it caught my attention just now.My br

YSABELLEAs I was eating my breakfast together with the twins and the nannies, I couldn't wait to go back to my father's office to open that goddamn hidden door.I couldn't get a chance to open it yesterday because Ashley kept calling me. But there's part of me not to open the door. Am I scared of what's behind the wall?Maybe… And nervous.My fingers tightened around the spoon handle.God knows what I will find in that room.“Ysabelle~” I tightly shut my eyes when I heard Cleo’s voice. “Oh! There you are~ Hi kids!” She entered the dining hall. The kids excitedly greeted their aunt because she bought snacks again. I bet they are chocolates and candies again.“Breakfast?” I politely.“Nah, diet.” She handed me a file of documents that made me almost choke at how chunky it was. “You need to read and check this, CEO.”With a sigh, I take the documents and place them on the empty chair beside me.“Shut up. I'm not taking over my father's position. He's still alive, Cleo.” “What if he w

YSABELLE I was confused by Lucia's condition. She even remembers her son despite her situation. Can't she see that she was obviously abandoned by her own son?“Connor…” I avoided her stern gaze as I mumbled that jerk’s name. “I don't know where he is.”“I want my son!”I irritatedly scratch my head. “It seems like Connor abandoned you in that house–”“I WANT MY SON!”“HE'S NOT HERE!” I lost my temper as I snarled at her. However, seeing her eyes quiver at my sudden outburst, I bit my bottom lip. Why am I trying to fight with a person who has mental disabilities?I sigh deeply as I try to calm myself and calmly talk to her.“Your son is not here… I'm sorry.”I firmly shut my eyes in annoyance. Why am I even sorry? Why did I say sorry? I pushed my hair back from my forehead and stood up. She's still hesitant to get out of the blanket. She even scorched over into the headboard.“Why are you so scared of me?” I asked, but I shook my head because I knew she wouldn't answer me. “Do you