Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Husband’s Regret: The Wife He Couldn’t Love: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

STEWART My body stiffened when Violet's lips captured mine. It took me seconds to jerk out of my reverie, but it was too late to stop her. She bit my lower lip and took advantage of the brief moment I parted my lips to prod her tongue into my mouth. She swirled her tongue in my mouth like an expert. My head was void of logical utterance. I couldn't think of a possible solution. I knew she wasn't in her right senses. She wasn't in the right state of mind. She must have drunk something she couldn't handle. The way she acted and spoke was unlike her. What had she taken? She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I raised my hands, and I was afraid to touch her. I couldn't possibly take advantage of her helplessness. That wouldn't make me a gentleman. She already hated me. I didn't want to increase her spite. When I was unresponsive despite all her tricks, she glanced into my eyes, breathing unevenly and deeply. Her breath was raspy as though she was fighting a st

VIOLET I couldn't go to work the next day because the level of guilt burning me was inexplicable. That was Stewart—my ex-husband. I had vowed that nothing would happen between us, but something didn't just happen; I fucked him like a beast. The following day, I resumed office like nothing happened and began the day. If I wanted to forget about everything, I needed to invest myself in the loads of work in the company. The day started great. There was no problem. The guilty feeling was rapidly reducing, and my life was slowly getting back on track until it was past lunch and a knock came on. "Come in," I thought it was Liam. I didn't think it would be the same man I didn't want to see. The door opened and Stewart walked in, fully clothed in a black striped shirt and black pair of pants. His abs were visible under the black shirt, and it replayed the scene from that night. The way my hands roamed over his chest and well-defined body. A salacious desire ran through my veins as th

~VINCENT~ Anger coursed through me in fiery bouts as I watched that bastard, Stewart, walk away. There was no doubt that he was the one with Violet that night. How the fuck did I miss that? I didn't put in that amount of work just for another man to enjoy the result. I knew I had fucked up...because seeing him in Violet's office only meant whatever happened between them that evening had created something between them. They had gotten closer. With my fists tightened by my sides, I clenched my teeth, watching his car zoom off. How did I miss that? I didn't think he would be with her, so I didn't bother to search for him on the CCTV. My thoughts were occupied with Violet's disappearance, and I didn't even bother to look for him at the party. I seem like the most foolish man on earth right now. My sole aim of inviting both of them to my birthday party was to create enmity amongst them, but it ended up bringing them closer. I hated that. After standing for five minutes, I

~GENERAL~ "What are you planning to do, Katie?" Willow asked, following her as they approached the children who were eating, oblivious to the danger lurking around. "You just wait and see what is about to happen," Katie asserted. She stopped in front of the children and settled on their mother's seat without saying a word. Nathan and Nyla's eating session was abruptly disrupted by Katie and Willow. They raised their heads and saw the two unknown faces and couldn't help but be confused as to why they were there. "That is my mommy's seat," Nyla smartly let out, pointing at the chair Willow was seated on. Willow and Katie shared glances and burst into laughter. "We are also your mummy," Katie muttered amidst laughter. The children looked at each other. Their lips pursed, and their eyes filled with anxiety. They didn't know who they were, and the incident that happened at school was still fresh in their heads. Even though they were young, the auras they got from the adu

~STEWART~Getting into my car, I hit the steering wheel countless times while grunting. I kept hitting it until my anger subsided. Those bastards! The image of my children crying in the hands of Katie and Willow played in my head, and for the umpteenth time, my anger increased. I couldn't tone it down for so long no matter how much I tried. Maybe it was the fatherly instinct, but I just couldn't. I wanted to teach Katie and Willow a lesson. Just maybe that might quench the fire of fury burning inside of me. After minutes of staying in the car, I brought out my phone and dialed Violet's number.I should check on the children and know how much they were hurt. Do they need to be taken to the hospital? What do they need?The phone rang for a while and went off. She didn't pick up.Again, I tried calling; but she didn't pick up. I kept trying her number until I couldn't anymore.I knew she was seeing my calls and probably didn't want to pick up because she was angry at me. Surely, her