All Chapters of Ex-husband's regret, chasing his cold wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sally's POV:The moment I woke up and rolled over in bed, I spotted two envelopes placed on my nightstand. Curious, I sat up and grabbed them. They looked rather plain, but upon opening them I saw what was inside. “My goodness,” a gasp of surprise came out of me, my eyes widening with shock. I blinked, as if expecting the contents of the envelope to vanish. Two tickets to watch the latest performance of Mr Armani. Mr Armani?! A world-renowned dancer known for his superhuman flexibility and dance moves. Everyone who studied and danced ballet knows him. When I was younger I had built a shrine dedicated to him, and even now I still looked up to him. His name is gold in the world of ballet. "Oh my goodness," I covered my mouth with my hands, shocked beyond words. As far as I know, Mr Armani stopped performing in the past ten years. Even the few shows he held, buying the tickets were a struggle. And now I hold two of his tickets in my hands, not just any but VIP front row tickets. E

Sally's POV:"What are you doing?!" Derek barked, anger lacing his voice like barbed wire. I turned sharply and I saw him storming his way over to us. His brows were tightly drawn together, a snarl etched on his lips. Anna walked behind him, like a fairy. Her long black hair flowed down her body in perfect waves, her eyes blue as sapphires. She wore a stunning silk gown that accentuated her curves, every stroke of make up on her doll-like face was purposeful and perfect. Her heels clicked softly on the ground, her back ramrod straight and her eyes bored, looking like she couldn't have been bothered with anything. For a few seconds I felt dizzy. Derek was fuming, and I was sure if I looked closely I'll see steam rising from his head and ears. But that didn't take away from his handsomeness at all. If anything he looked so hot, with that feral look in his eyes. Hold on. Something was wrong. On closer inspection, I noticed that he looked a bit different. Nothing too serious, but sinc

Sally’s POV:After Derek left to his study, I made myself a cup of tea. The calming chamomile tea did nothing to quell the anger inside me.I gripped the teacup so hard I feared I would shatter the delicate china. My face burned with anger, and I could swear I was about to erupt like a volcano. My thoughts flitted back to the question I asked Derek about his relationship with Anna. It had ended a long time ago, there’s no relationship between us and we’re just friends.Is she really just a friend?The shrill sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I walked to the door and opened it.Anna stood on the other end, looking as ethereal as ever. She waved and smiled, like we were long lost friends. It made my hands clench into fist at my sides.“Sally!” she said, her voice cloying like caked dunked in. “Pardon me showing up this late. But I simply had to. I saw how terrible you looked in the theater, and I am here especially on behalf of my father to care about you.”I opened the doo

Derek’s POV:“Eh? Isn’t that Sally? My goodness! That's the guy from Daddy's performance, Leon! What are they doing?!”Anna’s voice sounded giddy. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. I looked up from the case I was checking to see what she was talking of. She pointed in the direction across the road. Following her finger, I sighted two people hugging.And true to Anna's words, they were Sally and Leon. Anger flashed through me my hands clenching into fists at my sides. Leon’s arms wrapped around Sally's delicate body, the smile he gave me as our eyes met, I wanted to tear the bastard into pieces right where he stood.I took a step in their direction, but before I had crossed the road Anna cried out in pain. She tripped, grabbing my arm as she was about to fall.“My ankle…it hurts,” she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. I glanced in Sally's direction. She's right across the road. Damn it! All I have to do now is cross and give that bastard the beating of his life. “

Sally's POV:Seeing my father looking so small and frail in bed had my heart lurching into my throat. His eyes were closed, his face white as paper and his lips had a tinge of blue to them. The doctor said that he would be fine, thankfully medical attention had been given to him on time. He would wake up anytime soon. Even though the doctor's verdict was positive, I still couldn't stop the worry in my heart. A pair of large hands reached out and grabbed mine gently. I turned to see Derek standing beside me. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a gentle look. His hands felt warm, making me realize how freezing mine were. He squeezed my hands, pulling me deeper into his warmth. It was almost ironic. One minute I was arguing with Derek, and the next second all I could do was cry and beg him for help. Helplessness settled in my belly like a massive boulder. It was almost laughable. I couldn't even help my birth father without Derek's help. I had no choice but to do it. I sighed deeply