Все главы My Ex-Husband's Regret: Глава 1 - Глава 10

Freya's eyes got big with shock as she froze, her gaze transfixed on the TV screen. She felt her heart skip a beat as she witnessed the awful scene on air. “...the most awaited moment in the world of entertainment. Here we have Monica Holland and her finally revealed lover, Desmond July, kissing openly on the red carpet just yesterday in Hollywood! What a sight to see! Who would have thought Monica was in such a serious relationship with a man who is no stranger in the world of business tycoons…” Freya's shoulders shuddered, and she quivered like she had been standing outside in the snow for hours. Her lips barely moved as she breathed a silent “No”, shaking her head forcefully. A single teardrop, like a shiny pearl, crawled out of her eye down her cheek. Shivers were sent down her spine and she finally gave up standing and dropped dramatically to the floor. “Mom!” From a hidden corner in the living room, her eight-year-old son who had been silently watching her distress, ran

4:30 amFreya grasped Noah's little hand tightly, hauling him along with her.A few steps more and they were gone from the dungeon which Desmond had originally referred to as a home. With her other hand, Freya held a small saddle bag while Noah's favorite clothes could all fit into his little backpack, luckily. She also carried a small handbag along which she hung on her shoulder.Before advancing further, Freya stopped abruptly and turned around to take the final glance at her soon-to-be ex husband's gigantic mansion. The enormous white pearly building stood tall and majestic in the early morning moonlight and stared down at her as if judging her for summoning up courage to finally leave it.“I'll miss this house”, Noah finally spoke up on seeing his mother steadily regard their house for an awkward amount of seconds.Freya let out a dense sigh as she looked down at her tender son. The innocence engraved in his facial expression captured and softened her heart. “Yeah. But we're ne

"Imelda”, Freya's soft voice called out and she wrapped her college friend in a warm embrace as soon as she opened the door for them.Noah's eyes wandered, his attention flagging as his mom and her friend shared a warm but overly long hug.“Freya! So good to see you once again. Please come in!” Imelda, Freya's college friend, welcomed her into the house with a warm hand gesture.With an awkward grasp, Freya clutched Noah's hand as they stepped into the house of their new host, their facial expressions etched with uncertainty. They paused in the living room, reluctant to take their seats on the couch, their bodies tense with unease.“Please, have a seat. You're welcome to my house. Freya, who's this little boy?” Imelda asked immediately, her tone laced with curiosity. Freya and Noah sat together on a couch with Noah snuggling tightly into Freya's arms. He clutched the sleeve of her blouse and Freya could tell that his shyness was kicking in."He's my son," Freya replied curtly, her to

Diego flung open the car door and held it open for Freya to alight with a gallant gesture, his arm extended in a majestic invitation as a warm, radiant smile spread across his face. “Please ma'am, could you step out like the queen that you are?” He murmured, his deep voice gentle and sincere, and his eyes burning with warmth, as he stretched out a hand of assistance towards her. Freya's initial moody countenance crumbled, her amusement bubbling up as she succumbed to the charm of Diego's unexpected complement. Her lips curved into a sweet smile, revealing her amusement. “Queen?” She laughed cheerfully, as she teased him about his cheesy remark. Diego's face lit up with a pleased smile, his eyes glowing with delight, as he basked in the joy of having forced a smile out of her. With a broad lingering grin spread across her face, Freya slowly placed her hand in Diego's, and he assisted her out of the car with tender care. Afterwards, Diego shut the door behind her with a soft c

With swollen reddish eyes, which Noah constantly enquired about on their way back home and kept getting the same staple reply : “It's nothing” each time he asked, Freya knocked impatiently on Imelda's door, clutching Noah's hand.“Who is it?” Freya heard Imelda's snappy and grumpy enquiry coming from inside.With a deep tired sigh as if to reassign her confidence, she cleared her throat and spoke up in response.“It's me, Imelda. I'm home”, she said in a cracked voice as she had lost her voice due to the intense fit of crying she had engaged in earlier.A few seconds of silence went by before the door flung open, revealing Imelda's somewhat cold stare. Her eyes scanned the duo from head to toe, obviously wondering why they were home so soon and what the most recent challenge could be as it seemed like Freya was accustomed to suffering from one challenge or the other.“What brings you back home so soon? What's the matter?” Imelda asked, her tone laced with curiosity.Freya remained si