Semua Bab The Ex-Husband’s Regret: The Wife He Couldn’t Love: Bab 141 - Bab 150

LIAMI stormed into the house and slammed the door angrily. The noise of the door ripped through the air, and it took seconds before it finally stopped ringing in my head.Loretta Maxwell. Who are you? Why do you keep interrupting my thoughts every second? Why has everything changed since I saw you?My hands found their way to my chest. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My heart skipped because of a mere touch? Because she touched me?Her facial expression when I was speaking to her appeared in my head, and I suddenly felt bad. That wasn’t the plan. Maybe I shouldn’t have spoken the way I did. She meant no harm. She only tried to help me. I shouldn’t have shouted at her the way I did. My heart twitched as I thought about that.Could she be crying right now? What if she hates me now?Gosh! Why do I even care about what she feels about me? Why do I care if she hated me or not? I deserve it. I acted like a jerk, and I deserve her hatred.Putting a hand on my waist, I ran my fingers

LIAMThe room was a disaster. Blood. Shattered glass. Her picture frame was clinging to the wall by one nail, and Loretta was being strangled by a man in the middle of her room.The scene from the previous day couldn’t get out of my head. I saw her eyes as soon as I walked in—the way she begged for her life, the way she pleaded for help even though she wasn’t saying a word. I felt for her even though I wasn’t in her shoes. I could imagine the pain she had to endure. I could imagine what she had to go through while battling with him. What if I had come later? What if I hadn’t been at home? Would she have lost her life yesterday?The cops and the ambulance arrived thirty minutes later. Matthew was taken to the station, and Loretta was rushed to the hospital. I followed suit. I couldn’t leave her alone. I was afraid something bad would happen again.She had been sleeping since yesterday and hadn’t opened her eyes. Her wounds had been treated and plastered. But as I glanced at the bruises

LORETTAOnce we left the police station, Liam and I didn’t say a word to each other. I just stared blankly. My head was packed with different thoughts. So many things were going on at once, and I didn’t even know which one to think about. Matthew was in there, locked up and punished. I didn’t know how many years he would be given by the judges. I just hoped that bastard would be forgotten in prison for everything he had caused me. People like him shouldn’t be allowed to roam the streets with humans. They are a threat to people’s lives.And there was Liam, the man who gave me the courage I lacked. He renewed my hope and stood by me when I thought there was no one. Truth be told, even though he saved me from being murdered by Matthew, I wouldn’t have been able to face Matthew myself at the station if he hadn’t been with me. His presence and the simple gesture at the police station boosted my morale. It gave me the impression that he would be with me no matter the choice I made. And why

GENERAL“Mummy! Where are you?” Nyla called, climbing the stairs hurriedly, unmindful of her steps.Violet took the pancakes from the pan and stacked them neatly on the plate. She scooped another round of flour into the already hot oil and repeated the same process.“Mummy!” She heard Nyla’s voice and retracted her gaze from the pancakes. Her lips curled into a smile. She lowered the heat under the pan, wiped the oil and flour from her hands, and headed toward the door.She had barely taken two steps when the young girl dashed into the kitchen. “Mummy!” Her tiny voice echoed across the kitchen.Violet chuckled at her attitude.“Mummy is here, darling,” she said, stooping to her level.“Good morning, Mummy,” she greeted, grinning. Her smile was so wide and contagious.“Good morning, darling,” Violet replied, running her fingers through Nyla’s long, straight, silky black hair. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, Mummy. The nanny took our baths today,” she told her mother.Violet nodded, standin

~GENERAL~*STEWART’S COMPANY*“I will be expecting your team’s feedback on the proposed project. Remember to make it as fast as you can. All hands must be on deck; we have no time to waste,” Stewart told the production team leader as they strolled out of the meeting room. Behind him was his assistant, Jackson, holding some documents and an iPad.“We will do just that, sir. And I promise not to disappoint you,” the team leader assured. When they got to the point where they would split, he bowed slightly and tilted to his path.Stewart continued his journey to his office. As he approached, his eyes fell on a familiar figure seated in the guest area, in front of his secretary. His steps slowed and his brows furrowed as he tried to be sure he was seeing the right thing.At the same time, while he was still arguing with himself whether it was real or not, the figure turned, and it turned out to be the same person he had on his mind—his mother, Josephine.He didn’t know what to do. Irritati