Semua Bab My Alpha Ex-Husband Regrets: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Trista’s POVI called a neighbor and asked if she could look after the children while Hazel and I went out. We were determined to confront Lucian together – a united front. The neighbor was happy to oblige. She remembered Billy and Belle.She rushed over, her arms full of boardgames.“Thank you so much,” I told her as she plunked the games down on the table.“Oh my, look at you two,” she gushed. “You’ve grown so much!”Hazel and I collected our coats, but Belle stopped us at the door. She thrust out a small fish toy.“Give this back to Lucian,” she puffed. “I don’t want it anymore.”Billy and Belle had Lucian. He’d saved their lives, after all! But they knew that Aunty Hazel was upset. And that Lucian was the cause. So they were Team Hazel all the way.I took the fish toy from Belle and kissed her on the forehead. Then we left the building and clamored into a cab.We pulled up to Lucian’s building. It wasn’t too tall, but it was ornate. It had a vintage look and feel, opulenc

He chucked then. “Of course,” he said, shaking his head. “Well isn’t that convenient,” he said mockingly. “You go and get a position at an acclaimed company like HS without any prior accolades, a company that just HAPPENS to be owned by your ex-husband. Imagine that?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm now. He was clearly implying that the only reason I was given my own brand was because Liam was my ex-husband.“That had nothing to do with it,” Hazel snapped.“Right,” he said flatly. “I’m sure it didn’t. But then again, what would you know of it? A lucky woman like you? You know, Hazel, not everyone is as fortunate as you. Not everyone has everything handed to them on a silver platter. And just because you happen to know a very wealthy, powerful man, well, that doesn’t mean you should get everything so easily. Especially honor and fame.”“What are you saying?” Hazel gasped.I gasped too, completely taken aback by Lucian’s audacity.“If you have something to say, just come out and sa

Trista’s POVI chuckled, bemused by Liam’s confused expression.“I think you owe me an explanation,” Liam said. “Because CLEARLY they know each other.”Smash.Something else crashed against the wall. A lamp maybe?“Calm down!” Lucian’s voice yelled.“I’ll do NO such thing, you LYING ASSHOLE!” Hazel shrieked.“Okay, the ruse is up,” I smiled at Liam. “Lucian and Hazel…they sort of had a ‘thing’,” I confessed.Liam narrowed his eyes. “A thing?” he asked skeptically.“Yes,” I confirmed.“And this ‘thing’…did it happen on the cruise ship?” Liam prodded.We had filled Liam in on our initial meeting with Lucian. We’d left out most of the details though.“Yes?” I offered, feeling a bit sheepish.Hazel and Lucian continued to fight it out in the bedroom.“Is that why Hazel was attacking Lucian on the street? Because of this…thing?”Liam studied my face. I nodded.“Lucian was… he was different on the ship,” I said.“Different how?” Liam asked. I could tell he wasn’t too pleased about Hazel and

Trista’s POV“Fabulous,” Lemone said, smacking his knee with his hand. “I’ll add you both to the list for the competition. Best of luck.” He beamed at Liam, but neglected to look my way. “Now, perhaps you could go and fetch us all a latte, Lucian? All this business talk has me craving some caffeine.”Lucian looked severely unimpressed, but he couldn’t refuse his boss. So he sulked out of the apartment, leaving us alone with Liam.The moment the door was shut, Lemone turned to Liam, a twinkle in his eye. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s something personal I wanted to discuss with you. It’s about my daughter…”Clearly, Lemone had asked Lucian to fetch coffee as a ruse to get Liam alone. As a human, it would hardly be appropriate to discuss werewolf matters in front of him.Liam, however, wasn’t interested in discussing what ‘plans’ Lemone had up his sleeve for Liam and his daughter.“I’ll just stop you right there,” Liam interrupted. “I honestly don’t want to sound rude, so please do

Trista’s POV“I believe in you.”He said it so matter of factly, so off-handidly. It was blunt. Blunt and honest. This had nothing to do with his feelings for me. He really thought I had talent. I could tell by the tone of his voice.I didn’t know what to say.“Look, I have something to confess,” he smiled. “I saw some of your sketches. You left them behind when you left the pack.”Left? That wasn’t the word I would use. I was exiled. But I didn’t interrupt. I let him keep going.“I didn’t mean to invade your privacy or anything,” he explained. “But I couldn’t help it. There were a couple sketchbooks full of designs and drawings. Trista, I knew as soon as I saw them that you are really, REALLY talented.”A thought hit me then.OMG!My drawings? In a sketchbook? That I’d left behind? My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I remembered some of those drawings.There were sketches of Liam in there! Drawings I’d done right after we got married. Portraits. Intimate ones.I slunk down into m