All Chapters of My Ex-Fiancé's Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric and the faint sound of breathing. Alex’s eyes locked onto Gennie’s, his gaze intense, unwavering. He could feel the tension between them, thick and unspoken, like a storm waiting to break. She was trying to pull away, her hands pressing against his chest, but he wasn’t having it. Not tonight. Not after everything.He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a way that was both gentle and demanding. Gennie’s resistance faltered for a moment, and that was all the opening he needed. His hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. She tasted sweet, like the wine they’d shared earlier, and he couldn’t get enough.For a moment, she stiffened, her body tense beneath his. But then, something shifted. Her hands, which had been pushing him away, now gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. A soft sound escaped her lips, something between a sigh and a moan, and Alex felt a surg

Alex felt the weight of Victoria’s words hit him like a punch to the chest. It was not just what she said, it was how she said it. Cold, sharp, and without hesitation. But what hurt him the most was the look in her eyes. Pure hatred."You are being unreasonable," he said under his breath, swallowing the lump in his throat.Victoria folded her arms. "How? You said you wanted my forgiveness, and I gave it to you.""Only so you could throw me out.""Exactly." Her voice was steady, firm. "I do not want you here, Alex. Do not make me repeat myself."Alex clenched his fists. "This is the problem with people like you. You think you can just throw someone away when you are done with them. Like they never mattered.""You did this to yourself," she snapped. "You are the one still stuck in the past, acting like I belong to you. I do not. I never will."Alex let out a bitter laugh. "What more do you want from me?"Victoria’s glare did not waver. "I want you gone.""I have apologized. I have admit

Alex Woods clenched his jaw as he pulled out his phone, his grip tightening around the device when he saw the name flashing across the screen. "Jami." A slow burn of frustration settled in his chest. He did not need anyone to tell him who it was. He already knew.For a split second, he considered rejecting the call or smashing the phone against the nearest surface, but the nagging thought at the back of his mind stopped him. His son. He had to know where he was. That mattered more than his anger, more than his pride.Genevieve’s voice cut through his thoughts. "Give me my phone." She was calm, too calm. And he hated it.Alex turned to her, his dark eyes filled with an unspoken challenge. "You told me Jasper is not with him, so why is this bastard calling you?" He held the phone up, ensuring she saw the name on the screen.She sighed, reaching out. "Give it back."Instead of handing it over, Alex swiped to answer. He was not in the mood for her games. He needed answers. Now."Hey, babe

Genevieve leaned back on the couch, her lips parting slightly as Alex’s fingers brushed her arm. Her mind slipped into a memory, hot, bold, and impossible to forget.She had been making coffee that day, humming softly, when Alex came up behind her. His hands had found her waist before moving up, teasing her in a way that made her knees weak. The kitchen had never felt that dangerous… or that exciting. With every touch, the thrill of someone possibly walking in only made her crave him more. Their bodies had moved quickly, his pants down, her dress pushed up, until the sound of footsteps ended it too soon.Genevieve blinked, pulled back to the present as Alex’s lips trailed along the curve of her ear. A soft gasp escaped her when he kissed the sensitive spot below it.“You remember that day, do you not?” she asked, her eyes still shut, her head tilting slightly to the side as if offering him more of her skin.Alex’s voice was close. “I remember everything. Especially that moment in the

The cold hit Alex as soon as he stepped outside, but it was the rush of anger and frustration inside him that made everything feel sharper. He didn’t remember when his hands started shaking or when the tears came, but they were there, wetting his cheeks, uninvited. Quickly, he wiped them away, pushing them down like he always did. He didn’t need anyone seeing him like this, not tonight.The security guards gave him curious glances as he walked past, but he couldn’t care less. Their eyes didn’t mean anything. He didn’t stop for anyone, didn’t answer the questions they threw his way. His mind was already miles away, racing as fast as the car he got into. Within minutes, he was on the road, the city lights blurring past him as he drove.When he finally made it to the hotel, the emptiness seemed to fill the room as soon as he entered. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, he didn’t need them. The bathroom was his first stop, the shower a brief escape from the weight that seemed to press