All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The ultimatum had been given and now Logan had a serious dilemma on his hands and so he decided to speed run his plans. Decisively he messaged Marybeth requesting to meet with her. He was careful to make sure his tone did not seem too desperate or pushy but that of someone who only wanted to talk. He received a single word. Ok. The woman couldn’t even spring up the full word for him. He scoffed in disbelief and ran his hands over his face in frustration. Things were not turning out the way he had hoped they would. Christa’s ultimatum was a very unexpected thing and now he was starting to wonder if she somehow knew about what he planned to do with Marybeth. But as soon as that thought entered his head, he dismissed it; there was no way that she knew. He had been very careful. He decided he would figure out what to do with her later. Now he had to prepare to woo Marybeth back to his side, after all there was no way she was really interested in Cassian, especially since she knew his b

If Cassian ever claimed to know what went on in Marybeth’s head, he would be lying. But that wasn't important, because he had never once tried to understand Marybeth’s thoughts. When it came to her, he had chosen to adopt the process of rolling with it. That was the only obvious and maybe not so logical choice. But put all of that aside, because the major subject of his thoughts was his nephew Logan. Cassian thought he had seen narcissism and self-centeredness; he thought he knew exactly how things were supposed to go with Logan, but boy, was he wrong. Goes to show how just because you grew up with someone didn’t mean you knew them. It took a certain level of delusion to believe that he could work his way back into Marybeth's life just by saying a few words, completely disregarding all the hurt he had put her through boggled his mind. “Boss, did you hear anything I just said?” Steven's voice called out over the speaker phone. “Sorry?” Cassian replied, clearly distracted. “I said M

“I understand that. Truly I do.” He was starting to sound desperate now, “But wounds can heal. And I want to help you heal Marybeth.” He was starting to sound like a broken record now, and she was tired of hearing him speak.’Logan.” She said, an air of finality in her tone, “I don’t understand what it is exactly that you are asking of me. I mean, you say you want to be with me yet you want me to be content with you “handling” Christa. I mean what exactly does that even mean?” “It means we get to be together no matter what.” He replied, “You don’t need to worry about Christa.” He paused, “In fact see this as an opportunity to do to her what she did to you.” “What?” “She terrorized you didn’t she?” He said, his eyes had an eager gleam in them, “Made your lives miserable, and now you can do the same thing to her.” She scoffed in disbelief. So he knew. He knew what Christa was doing to them but he acted like he didn’t. Every single time, her pleadings fell on deaf ears and he always t

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw held even tighter almost as though he wanted his teeth to become one. His mind was racing with various plans, various ways he could escape the cluster fuck he was currently in. “A rock and a hard place”, the phrase appeared in his mind. It described his current situation a little too perfectly. A sane man would step away from Marybeth, just leave her be. But a sane man he was not. There was no way he was going to leave Marybeth to live happily ever after with his uncle, plus there were all the things he could benefit from her and her family. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel even tighter. Then there was Christa. She wasn't being as docile as he thought she would be. All of a sudden she now had a backbone and was demanding things from him. Like an extravagant wedding even though he was nearly facing bankruptcy. Sure he wasn't there yet but it was only a matter of time. Her demands were ridiculous. She wanted a weddi

It took everything in him to remain calm, to not exclaim in triumph over the new development of things. Just as he had promised Marybeth, he had handled Christa, though it was thanks to Christa herself that she was now under control but no one cared for the whole semantics of the thing, all that mattered now was that with Christa he could go after Marybeth at full swing. No holding back. He was still in the corridor when a door caught his attention. It was a blue one, opposite where he stood. It looked so sad and lonely and as though something was calling his name, he walked towards it. He stopped, his hand hesitated at the door as a sense of dread washed over him. He didn’t want to open that door, didn’t want to see what was behind the door. Yet there was another force, a pressure that seemed to take hold of his hands and made him open the door. The knob jiggled in protest. The door was locked. He let out a breath of relief, he hadn’t even realized that he was holding his breath. “Di