All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Logan was feeling uneasy that night. A restlessness had overtaken him and he found himself unable to sleep. He tossed and turned on the bed till finally, frustrated, he got up. He looked to his side, Christa was still asleep, unbothered, and his restlessness was unnoticed. He sighed in disappointment. He had hoped his tossing and turning would have woken her and she would ask him what was wrong. He did not want to be awake all by himself. Times like these made him remember the days when Marybeth was still with him, when she was still his wife and was willing to do anything to please him. Marybeth would have noticed he wasn't asleep, that he was troubled and she would have tried everything to help him get his mind off whatever it was that was troubling him. That now brought the question, what exactly was troubling him? He was fine throughout today; he had spent it with Christa, and although his mind wandered anytime he heard the laughter of a child, he was generally okay. But now, some

They arrived at the hospital, both of them quiet. The receptionist greeted them warmly. “Hello, how may I be of assistance to you? Do you have an appointment?” The young lady behind the desk asked cheerfully. Christa remained silent, arms crossed leaving Logan to be the one to answer all the questions. “No, we don't have an appointment. We're just here because I'd like my fiancée to take a pregnancy test.” He said. “Oh, are you pregnant?” The receptionist asked Christa. “Well, we don't know, that's why we're here," Logan replied. “Oh, um. Are you experiencing any pregnancy symptoms?” She asked Christa again. “Yes, she has been experiencing nausea for the past month.” Logan, yet again, replied. “Listen, sir, I'm sure you're trying to help but I'm sure she is perfectly capable of answering these questions herself.” The lady said to Logan, already tired of him answering all the questions. “Alright,” Logan said, hands raised in surrender. The lady repeated the questions to Christ

CHAPTER 96 Marybeth woke up with a start. The bed felt unfamiliar but the scent on it was comforting. She remained on the bed, burying her head deeper into the pillow, and closed her eyes gently as though she wanted to return to sleep. Then she opened them, suddenly realizing she didn't remember ever getting into bed. She sat up, looking around her worriedly, only calming down when she saw she recognized the room, it was the one they had assigned to Cassian and Steven to spend the night in. Wait, Cassian. Where was Cassian? She looked to her side, her head turning slowly to check if there was a body next to her. There wasn't. She sighed in relief. Then she wondered where he was. A lump on the couch caught her attention, then she stood up, walking closer to it cautiously. The lump soon turned into a figure as she got closer to it, till it fully became a sleeping Cassian. “Oh,” She whispered to herself, “there he is.” She put two and two together, coming to the conclusion that she mus

Marybeth turned away from Cassian and her brother after confirming that he was alright. Whatever it was they discussed was not something that troubled him. She knew her brother could be overprotective but it came from a good place. She did wonder, though, why it took him so long to finally have the conversation he wanted to have with Cassian. She turned her attention back to the conversation she was having with Fran and co, about a trip that they wanted all of them to go on once Marybeth was done with everything, even though Marybeth insisted they didn't need to wait for her before they left, but her insistence fell on deaf ears. Wayne approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder in greeting, before he took his seat. “Aha, Cassian there you are!” Howard said joyfully as Cassian took his seat, “I didn’t officially say this yesterday, so I'm saying it today. Welcome and thank you.” “It's really no problem, Mr Angelo,” Cassian replied, but Howard waved his hand dismissively, a warm sm

Logan was ecstatic; he was going to be a father. In nine months, Christa would give him a child, and he was hopeful that it would be a son. He swivelled in his chair, turning to face the window of his office overlooking the city. He stared at the hustle and bustle beneath him, his eyes landed on a family, though they looked quite tiny, but still he felt longing that he knew would be satisfied soon. There was a knock at the door, a short pause followed before the person entered, it was his secretary. “What is it?” He asked, turning to face her. “Sorry, Mr Renfry, I didn't mean to bother you, but there are some documents that still require your signature before the plans can be carried out.” She said timidly. “Right, of course. Bring them here Octavia.” He said, and outstretched his hand. She placed the documents in his hand and stood to the side patiently waiting for him to sign. “Also sir,” Octavia said, “Might I just say, congratulations on the newest addition to your family.” “