All Chapters of Divorce: His Biggest Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Valerie Will~•~“Do you want to sleep?” Jamal whispered in my ear as he traced his fingers through my bare skin. “Sleep? After that? Not a chance.” I don’t know what just happened, but I wanted it to happen again. Immediately. When Jamal told me he wanted to talk about something urgent, I didn’t know he meant getting intimate with me. Makeup sex was the best kind of intimacy. “You want another round?” He teased, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder as he pulled me closer. The truth was that I wanted more, but I had to go back to Liam. I had already spent over four hours away from him. I felt a little bit guilty about leaving him with my mother. I chuckled softly. “Maybe next time,” I said as I sat upright. “I missed you, Jamal.” “I missed you too. I had no idea why I even broke up with you.” He said, facepalming himself. “Come here.” He added, wrapping his arms around me. As I lay in his chest, I felt a little bit relaxed.In that moment, I forgot about all my probl

Chapter 83Valerie Will ~•~I did something I swore I’d never do. I moved back to Patrick’s house. Yes. I had to do it for my son. It was the only way I could have constant access to Liam. Patrick wasn’t willing to let go of Liam. I wasn’t sure how long I would stay, but it was the only option I had in the meantime. Jamal wasn’t happy about it, but he had no choice but to compromise. He also took it as his mission to find a better lawyer who would help me win the custody battle. He was meant to stay in New York with me, but a major film role came through. One he couldn’t turn down. I told him to take it. I was scared but I told him I’d be fine. I also assured him that living under the same roof as Patrick wasn’t going to change anything. It was hard for him to trust me, even if he didn’t say it out loud. I already knew Jamal’s concerns when it came to Patrick. But I wouldn’t give him anything to worry about. I would stay loyal to him as we tried to figure out our next step. It

Chapter 85Patrick Banks ~•~I knew it would be worth it when I used my connections to get Jamal a good movie deal that he wouldn’t be able to turn down — not even because of Valerie. After he left, the air felt lighter. I was finally able to breathe properly. Valerie moved into my house and my plans were getting back on track. As much as I wanted her back, I didn’t pressure her. I didn’t bring up the past or beg for forgiveness. I gave her space, letting her navigate the new development. Instead, I made subtle gestures. Like making sure she always had her favorite coffee in the morning. Taking care of Liam while letting her sleep a little longer. I made sure she felt comfortable in the house because I knew she wasn’t okay with the decision. I didn’t want her to second-guess it and decide to move out. And then, one night, the distance between us collapsed. She ended up in my bed. I felt like I was finally getting her back. I felt accomplished. But that feeling lasted only a fe

Chapter 87Valerie Will~•~I stood up from the bed. He took several steps back as I tried to reach out to him. “Just leave, Valerie. I don’t want to say something I’ll end up regretting.” I clutched my chest, drawing in short and trembling breaths as if the room was closing in on me. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Jamal was the only man who genuinely cared about me, but now I just ruined everything. What was I even thinking? My stomach tied into knots as I saw the way he looked at me. The disappointment in his eyes was sharp. “Jamal, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. He let out a humorless laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “You made me come down here just to humiliate me? What? You wanted to see the look on my face when you told me about your betrayal? You could have just done it over the phone.” My expression crumbled. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to be honest with you.” “Just because you’re being honest doesn’t make wha

Chapter 89Patrick Banks ~•~The question had knocked the breath out of me. I blinked. “What?” The doctor cleared his throat and gestured to the empty chair opposite him. “Have a seat. You need to look at this.” I sat down and he handed me a file with the test results. I didn’t even know what I was looking at. My mind kept wandering back to his question. “The test results show that you’re AB, and no child of yours can be O.” He explained when he saw how lost I looked. I closed my eyes briefly, dragging a hand down my face. “Are you trying to say Noah isn’t my son?” I asked, exhaling sharply. He nodded. “Yes, sir.” I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. I couldn’t even think clearly. All I saw were flashes — Noah’s first birthday, the first time he called me Dad, the way Jessica had pushed for his first name to be Banks. How she swore up and down that he was mine. Everything now made sense as to why she didn’t want me to donate my blood. She looked so tense