Lahat ng Kabanata ng SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE: Kabanata 431 - Kabanata 440

Hello, my loves, As usual, when you see this page, it means you have reached the end of another installment of this story. And as usual, I wanted to thank all of you for walking with me up to this point. It was a marvelous journey, reading through all your comments, requests, and suggestions. After the high Flint’s story gave me, I didn’t realize that you would continue to receive Brent’s story with enthusiasm, but you did. So, thank you all. I am sorry, but I cannot accommodate all your requests because I have to align them to how the story should flow. I got a request for a Riley-Krizzie story, but I already told you earlier that Charles’ story will be the last installment of this book. I can not add more because I realized I have been writing non-stop since December 2023. I needed to take a breather, too.I hope you understand. Plotting a story is easy, but thinking of the scenes, and the dialogues and making all the chapters come up seamlessly was what makes it a bit diffi

Jenna POVI watched the man I loved for eight years walk away from me and feel my heart break in two. I know I wanted the divorce. I had planned it several times in my head, but why did it hurt so much?I prepared for this eventually, but the reality of the breakup hurt like h*ll. I heard the opening and closing of the door and shut my eyes to control myself. Why do I feel like my heart was being ripped into tiny pieces when Charles stepped away from me?I got what I wanted, but why do I feel like I lost the game? The realization that Charles will no longer be a part of my life hits me from the foundation up. The whole situation had shaken me. The mere thought that I had to face the future from hereon without Charles by my side pained me. I sighed as my vision blurred. My chest felt stuffy because I wanted so much to howl in pain, but I couldn't because I didn't want the house staff to talk. So I had to keep everything in. Charles did not even make it hard for me. He accep

Jenna POVThe floor very nearly split in half every time I took a step because of the heaviness of my footsteps. I was so livid. My hand itched to hit Charles Ford. I was sure Charles was toying with me, and that frustrated the h*ll out of me.How dare he insinuate that my body bends easily to him?  The arrogance of the man!It was short of saying that I still have the hots for him. That all he had to do was give me that come-hither command, and I would go running back in his arms. He must have a screw loose somewhere. What is the point of divorcing him when I couldn't even control my body’s responses if it wanted him?I admit I lacked determination when it came to Charles. But did he have to rub that fact in my face?I am moving on. I am drilling it into my head that I should start getting used to a life without him because we are divorced

Jenna POV Briana was the last person I was expecting to see.  In her presence, my guard went up.  Lou, on the other hand, looked like someone tickled her.  She was so excited to see Briana up close and personal.  Briana smiled when our eyes met. I watched her walk regally in my direction.  We exchanged pleasantries before I asked,  “What are you doing here, Briana?”  “You are not answering my calls, so I thought of dropping by.&

Jenna POVI dragged Beth away. It was a struggle because she did not want to leave without confronting Charles.I don’t want to draw attention to ourselves, so I clamped a hand to her mouth before pulling her with me, ignoring her protests. “What did you just do? You walked away from Charles instead of allowing him to see you. You should have let Charles see you. Give him a chance to explain if you still matter to him. I never pegged you for being a coward, Jenna.” Beth said harshly, and all I did was bow my head down. I was tired. So tired. My shoulders started to shake, and my tears began to fall. “Jenna. I am sorry.” It was Beth calling me. Her voice filled with remorse. “I did not mean to hurt you.” Her voice lacked the anger from earlier. Now, she sounded gentle - more like the Beth I know. Instead, my tears flowed in torrents.I can not stop even if I wanted to. I was a woman of composure. This isn’t me. But I can’t seem to control myself. I was so distraught. “I kn