All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Marybeth stared at the people around her, she could feel the anticipation in the air. It was as though it permeated the air, painting it. She took a deep breath and realized the hall was mostly silent now. It seemed the commotion had attracted the attention of everyone else and now the onlookers had grown in size. In the crowd, she spied her parents and Wayne, but try as she might, she didn't find Cassian. “Obviously.” Logan said, “You were a housewife who only ever cooked and cleaned, so how exactly would you have any money to be able to do all this?” He said, scorn evident in his gaze. “Huh,” Marybeth scoffed, “That's what you think of me? Someone who was only ever a housewife?” Her voice was deceptively calm now, “I dedicated my life to you, and now you think I can amount to nothing? How fucking dare you.” Logan looked unapologetic, and Christa leaned in closer to him, wrapping her hands around his arm, and shot Marybeth a smug look. Just then, a bell rang announcing the start

Sleep was a beautiful thing, I thought as I woke up. I stretched my arms wide on the bed letting out a satisfied groan. But sadly, that blissful moment was ruined when I remembered I had to go back to the training grounds for the one-on-one training with Alpha Killian. I groaned in frustration. He was very strict with his training, heck, even stricter than Erik, which was not something I ever thought I'd say. “You're up early again,” Camille commented beside me on her bed. She stretched lazily, not getting up from her bed, “Waking up this early on a Saturday should be an abomination.” She yawned and blinked lazily. “It is,” I sighed in agreement, “but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.” “Which is what?” She asked me sleepily. “Why kick ass of course.” She chuckled softly, then let out another yawn, “You’re going to kick the Alpha’s ass? Yeah right.” “What, you don't believe me?” I scoffed, “It's only a matter of time.” I nodded firmly. “Sure,” she said, disbelief

She smelled sweet. That was the first thought that popped into my head when I was close to her. Her skin feels so soft, another thought as my fingers trailed her arms. My proximity to Lilliana Masters was making weird thoughts enter my head. Sweet? Soft? I was starting to sound like some sort of poet. Still, though, it amazed me how quickly she caught on to using the gun, despite her aversion to it. I found myself wondering what exactly could have happened that made her despise guns so much. “What kind of weapons were you expecting?” I decided to ask her, arms crossed watching as her aim improved with each shot. “What?” She stopped shooting and faced me, “I didn’t hear the question.” “I said what kind of weapons were you expecting to learn to use. Seeing as you greatly dislike guns and all.” I said. “OH.” She said thoughtfully, “Actually, I don’t know. Erik said I shouldn’t be expecting crossbows or spears because this isn’t a fantasy novel. But I never once considered the weapon

Her words annoyed me. Of course, I cared about Lilliana, but there was no reason for me to explain the depths of my caring for her, so instead I narrowed my eyes at her. “Hmm,” her lips curled into a mean smile, “Guess someone did not like being called out like that.” Then she eyed me before finally speaking, “Oh she’s fine. Thriving actually. Last time I was there her wolf resurfaced.” Her wolf? My eyes widened a bit. Oh yeah, that’s right. She was a wolfless trash pup. It made it easy for me and others to belittle her. I wondered if she had shifted but I had no intention of asking her that. “I see. So her wolf finally came out. Guess she’s no longer latent then. That’s good to hear.” I said with a small shrug. “Right. Of course.” She affirmed, but it was very obvious that she did not believe I was happy about Lilliana’s development, and again, I did not care. “Well, this is your room,” I said, stopping in front of her door, my eyes a steady beam on her. “What?” She asked, “You

It was obvious to me, but not to them apparently, that my wolf went into latency from the trauma of having my family die right in front of me. I scoffed, and they call me the dumb one. An education was another privilege the pack denied me- I didn’t deserve it, their words, not mine, that didn’t stop me though, as I spent most nights sneaking into the library to find books, and I listened in on the conversations wolves my age were having. I wasn’t some desolate maiden in need of a rescue from her circumstances, I had a plan to get out of here soon, by my nineteenth birthday, which was months away, I know, but still the thought of being free from these people was what kept me going. The kitchen was clean now and I sat on the floor to eat my breakfast- the remnants of what they’d eaten. Yes, on the floor, because Selena forbade me to sit on their mahogany chairs and stain them with my filthy self. I ate slowly trying to savor every bite, it might end up being my last meal for the day.