All Chapters of The Ex-Husband’s Regret: The Wife He Couldn’t Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

GENERALThe children sauntered to their mother's bedroom. They wanted to apologize for what happened the previous day because they could feel that it angered their mother. They had never seen her as furious as she was the previous day.Nathan was the first person to walk in after knocking. Then, Nyla followed suit. Getting inside, they met Violet sitting on the bed with a laptop on her lap. She was working with it.She saw the kids but darted an indifferent gaze over them. Deep down, she wasn't annoyed anymore, but she just wanted to confirm that they had learned from their mistake and were ready to apologize. "Good morning, Mummy," Nathan muttered, his eyes and voice filled with fear. He clutched his clothes tightly. "Mommy, we are sorry," Nyla added, licking her lower lip. She was scared to the bone. The thought of their mother raising her voice at them one more time terrified her. It was an awful experience the previous day, and they didn't want to experience such again.Viole

STEWARTI didn't have plans of visiting the club today, but after everything I had gone through for the past seven days, I thought it would be wise to unwind and clear my head, which was the reason I drove to the club.When I got into the VIP section, I settled down and ordered my favorite wine. Just as the attendant came back with it, I remembered I hadn't locked my car. You can call me a fool for forgetting something like that, but an important call came in when I was trying, and that was what made me assume I had done that before leaving. IInstantly, I sprang up and hurried outside to lock my car. However, I didn't prepare myself for what I was about to see. I saw Willow in my car, kneeling. And behind her was somebody I couldn't catch a glimpse of because her body was broadly covering his. I was shocked. What the hell was she doing there, with another man, in my car? Did she have no iota of respect for me? Was this the same woman I had planned to spend the rest of my life with?

GENERALThe music played softly underground as the guests trooped into the event hall. There were radiant smiles on their faces, and almost everyone knew one another since they all belonged to the same business industry. It was Vincent's birthday, and the businessmen and women in the country were invited since that was also where his social life was built. "Oh my! CEO Violet Rhodes. I didn't know you would be here. I am so honored to meet you here," Mr. Roy, one of the businessmen at the party and the owner of Night Dream Lingerie, exclaimed as soon as he saw her. His eyes were filled with admiration and respect. Ever since he found out she was the CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS, his respect for her skyrocketed.Violet flashed a half smile. "Well, Vincent is my friend. I have to show up unless I want my head in my hands," she joked, and the duo burst into laughter. "OMG! Your sense of humor is also top-notch. Guess you aren't just an outstanding businesswoman; you are also a great comedian,"

VIOLETI was rude. I admitted that. However, I couldn't just stand and watch him give people wrong impressions about us. For unknown reasons, I found it offensive when he was talking to Stewart about us. I was afraid he might have a wrong impression. I didn't know why I felt that way, but it just happened, which was the reason I took him outside to talk some sense into his head. I went back into the hall, took one glass of wine, and settled on an empty seat on one side of the hall. There weren't a lot of guests there since they had formed groups and were probably discussing business, and that was what I needed at this moment. I just wanted to be alone so that I could think. Why? Since when did I start caring about Stewart's feelings? I don't care if he misunderstood my relationship with Vincent. In fact, that was what I wanted so that he could stop following me around like a nuisance. However, I didn't know why I reacted the way I did if I truly wanted him to stop following me around

VIOLETThe unmistakable scent of cinnamon slapped me hard in the nose. The scent was familiar, and so was the figure beside me. However, the chaos that was going on within me wasn't giving me the chance to think properly. Raising my head, the person beside me turned out to be my ex-husband, Stewart Johnston. I was surprised. What was he doing in the elevator with me? I left him at the event hall just now. "Is everything alright, Violet? You don't seem fine." His voice ripped through the air, breaking the awkward silence. His voice was laced with worry and concern. I was stunned. Or perhaps I was the one who wasn't hearing it right. There was no way in the world he would be concerned about me. Remembering how I got into the situation I was in right now, I suspected something. Could he be the one who drugged me? Could he be the reason my whole body was reacting to everything? "Mind your business and go back," I grunted. The sensation had dominated me. I felt hot. It was as though I