บททั้งหมดของ Ex Husband’s Regret: He Wants Me Back: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Rachel’s POV I furiously walked out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I was still fuming from the gala event earlier that night. I couldn't believe what Darius had done. I was mortified. I never saw his defense coming, talk less of his lies. Tears filled my eyes as I remembered the way everyone had his claws at me, Andrew precisely. I couldn’t believe Victoria was pregnant. How is that even possible for god's sake? For how long has Andrew been having an affair with her? It pained me, knowing I lost my child because of them, and now they are expecting, happily? How cruel was fate? What wrong have I done to deserve much? I had never been so humiliated in my life. As I stormed into the house, I heard Darius walking in behind me. "Rachel, wait," he called out. But I didn't want to hear it. I was too angry. I turned around to face him, my eyes blazing with fury. "How could you do that?" I demanded. "How could you introduce me as your fiancée without even asking me?"

Rachel’s POV I stared at the mirror admiring my dress. After turning my closet upside down, I decided on a beautiful evening dress that hugged all my curves. The dress was a deep red color that made my skin look radiant. I had also done my hair and makeup, making sure I looked perfect for tonight's dinner with Darius's family. I had made up my mind to act along even if it meant marrying Darius. After pondering on Darius's words early today at the office. And then Diana’s words alongside Jasmine's. I was going to make it look so real and believable, but the rules were clean... not to ever get involved; we were only together in the eyes of the public. I had loved Andrew so much more than he did, and that is why he took that for granted. If only he was aware of the sacrifices I’ve made. But tonight, I was going to show him that I was better off without him. I was going to show him that I was strong and confident and that I didn't need him to make me happy. “You look beautiful. I

Rachel’s POVWe walked back into the house, Darius was still not convinced of the fact my conversation with his grandmother went smoothly but I had already burdened him enough.He didn’t need to know how it went.Grandma’s hurtful words still rang in my head like a broken record. I needed a drink of water to calm myself down. “Excuse me” I muttered.Darius held my wrist halting my steps, “Where are you going?” “I need to grab some water, I am but thirsty,” I say.He narrowed his stare at me before nodding and letting me go.I headed to the kitchen, hoping to find some peace and quiet and away from the chaotic drama that had happened since my arrival here.As I was getting a cup of water from the fridge, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around, and my heart sank. It was Andrew.I tried to pretend I didn't see him, hoping he would just leave me alone. But he didn't. He walked right up to me, a sneer on his face."Rachel, you're a real piece of work," he said, his voice drippi

Rachel’s POV. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I watched Darius walk out of the kitchen, his words still echoing in my mind. "You belong to me." I gulped, a lump clutching in my throat that suddenly went dry. There was something in his tone that made me feel scared and giddy at the same time.I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was responding to him in a way that I couldn't control. In a way, it shouldn’t, be a dangerous way.Damn it! I wet my bottom lip as I stood there, the effect of the moment still dawning on me, my cheeks heating up as I relive the moment in my head. I didn’t like how Darius was making me feel and how dominating he was in every situation; it didn’t sit well with me, yet I didn’t have a choice or say, not after I agreed to this, which I am now regretting.This was supposed to be a pretense, which it still is, but right now I feel there is more to this, and there was no doubt that Darius was attracted to me. Or could I be overthin

Riely’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Ashley was busy making adjustments to my wedding dress, chattering excitedly as she worked. I stared at myself in the mirror as memories of how my first bridal fitting went flooded back. I could still remember how Andrew Clare set up his schedule for me, and throughout the whole wedding season he was by my side, his assistant never running thin. My heart stung at the thought as I bit on my bottom lip. I wasn’t supposed to think about him; he had made his choice. His happiness lies with Victoria, and it’s the sad truth I had to live with. "I'm so glad you let me design your dress, Rachel," she said, beaming with pride. "You look absolutely stunning. It’s the best of my designs. I have been working on the dress for a while; I didn’t think you’d be the one rocking it, never in my wildest dreams… You can only imagine what an honor it is," she says. I let out a growl, a smile spreading on my lips just immediately,