Making Her Ex-husband Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Another cold dish, she thought as she sat at the dining table, staring sadly at the spread of dishes before her. he didn’t come to dinner again today, even though he promised he would. She turned her head gazing at the staircase, the image of her son crying himself to sleep for yet another night still fresh in her mind. This could not keep happening; if he wasn’t going to make it he could always send a text. She picked up her phone, opening her message app, the string of texts she sent to him dating back weeks unanswered, she sighed and tossed it away. Just as she did, there was a sound of the door opening. Her husband walked in his suit jacket in his hand, tie loosened and shirt unbuttoned at the top, she made note of his messy state staring at him silently.“You’re still up?” He asked, sounding surprised, though he knew she’d still be waiting for him. He tossed back his brown hair now messy compared to how it was in the morning, “Something came up at work, and I had to stay in and h

The woman apologized again and said her goodbyes, leaving Marybeth alone at the entrance to her husband’s office. She stopped short at the door before knocking a bit before entering. She found her husband seated at his table looking through some files. “Marybeth.” He said, glancing up at her, surprised to see her there. “Hi Logan.” She responded. “Why are you here?” “I brought lunch but um…” she stared down at her empty hands, “I lost it. So I figured I’d just come anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve been at the company.” “Three years to be precise. I don’t know why you’re here now. Your presence isn’t needed.” “I just said, I brought you lunch but I lost it.” “The company cafeteria is very capable of providing lunch for me, they get paid a lot of money for it. Your ‘lunch’ is not needed.” She fisted her hands in anger at her sides, “Why are you talking to me like this?” “I have no idea what you mean. I’ve always talked to you this way, you’re only just now listening to the

Divorce. What an intense word that she never once thought she would have to use. Her husband did not love her, it was very obvious, even a blind person could see it, but she still loved him; however, it seemed her love wasn’t enough for her marriage to be alright anymore. She sighed deeply, hands gripping the railing tightly. From her point of view, she could see the entire living room and she gazed at it sadly. From the high-scale furniture to the matching carpet and drapes, all of which she had single-handedly picked out in a bid to make this house a home. It all seemed worthless now. She gazed at her son’s room and she decided not just yet. Logan did not return home that night, choosing to remain with Christa, and she was happy about that. She did not know how she would react to him when she saw him. He was acting as though she were only dependent on him, and she supposed he was allowed to feel that way because she had let him have that kind of power over her, and that was a terri

“Ma'am.” He began trying to reason with her, “You have to understand that this isn't the first time a child has been left at our establishment. Parents come with their kids and drop them off, going off to do whatever it is they have planned for the day, but they always come back for them before the day is over. So we assumed this was simply the case. It is not uncommon to see parents who don't wish to parent here in New York, ma'am.”“Wow, so you had no sense of urgency? What if something had happened to his father or to my son while he was under your roof?!” She demanded.“Then we would have called an ambulance.” He responded simply, “In my opinion, madam, I think it would be more productive for you to turn your anger towards your husband, who felt it was alright to leave his son here without saying a thing about where he would be going to you.”The manager was right. She knew that. But she needed an outlet for her anger and Logan wasn't around. She decided to keep her anger; she'd r

Christa had been in her home for two weeks now and it was terrible, Marybeth thought as they all sat at the dining table, she and Christopher on one side while Logan and Christa were on the other. To an outsider, they presented a happy family, but if one looked closer, they'd notice the cracks. How Logan and Christa were icing out Marybeth, how Christopher was playing with his breakfast and not eating it with enthusiasm the way he usually did, and how Marybeth was ignoring the two people in front of her who were shamelessly cozying up to each other. Or maybe the more obvious signs like how the two sides of the table had two different dishes for breakfast. The Renfry home was in shambles.Logan glanced at Marybeth from the corner of his eye to check if she was watching them, but she wasn't; instead, her attention was on trying to get Christopher to eat, but he was refusing. Christa fed him a berry which he ate, making exaggerated noises trying to get Marybeth’s attention.“Christopher.