All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Logan was driving as fast as he could, or rather as fast as the snowy weather would allow him to drive. His mind was consumed with worry and the worst scenarios ran through his head about what could have happened to Christa. It was funny.It was only Christa he cared about; he didn't care about his wife and son, whom he abandoned just then.It took him an hour to get there. He called her phone.“Christa!” He yelled into the phone, panic in his voice, “Where are you? Tell me, so I can come get you. Are you ok?”“Logan.” She whimpered, her voice trembled as she spoke, “Please help me. I found somewhere to hide but I think those men are still following me!”“Alright. Just send me your location. I'll come to you.” He said to her.He ended the call, and within a few minutes, his phone dinged with a message from her. He checked it, it was her location, and he saw he wasn't that far from her, so he ran to where she was.It was near an abandoned alleyway, and the falling snow gave it an eerie

Marybeth opened her eyes weakly; she felt she was in a moving vehicle, and around her, she heard people talking to each other. “My son,” she said weakly, “where’s my baby?”She struggled to get up, turning her head around searching for her son. She found him next to her on a stretcher but he was unconscious, “Christopher!” She cried out, “Wake up!” She turned to the medic, “My baby, why is my baby not moving? What happened to him?”“Ma’am, please you have to calm down,” the medic said trying to calm her, “You two were in an accident, and we’re taking you to a hospital, so please, we don’t know the extent of your bruises, so you cannot be moving around so much.”She heard the words that came out of his mouth, but her brain was in panic mode and as such did not process them. Her hand stretched out and her son’s hand tightly, “Toto, mummy’s here. It’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok.”“The boy is unresponsive, we have to hurry. He should have woken up already like his mum did.” Th

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was what woke Marybeth up, frantic and groggy she was startled as she did not remember where she was, but after a moment her memory started to return she and her son were in a car accident, now they were in a hospital, the last news she got concerning her son was that he was in surgery and then… Her hand went to her belly, and she stroked it sadly. Pregnant, she was pregnant, and now that her baby was gone. Her mind still could not process it, couldn't process the loss of losing something she did not know she had. She knew she couldn't stay in the ‘what could have been’ world forever, so now she decided to compartmentalize- take it one thing at a time, and her main focus now was her living, breathing son. She looked to her right, and there on the bedside table was a small remote with a button one could press to call the attention of the nurse. She grabbed it weakly and pushed the button. After a while, a nurse walked in. He carried a clipboard

Marybeth's eyes blinked awake sleepily. She lay on the bed, staring at the white, sterile ceiling, unblinking and unmoving. Took her a while to get her bearings and then bam, another flood of memories of what happened rushed through her head.The accident, her miscarriage, and… Toto. Toto was gone. Her baby was gone. Why-? How? Why would her baby be gone?Silent tears streamed down her face into her pillow. She turned to her side, went into the fetal position, and let the tears run freely. She had no desire to control her tears to try to be strong. Her son was dead. Where was Logan? Why hadn't he tried to find them? Where was her phone as well? Where was her son? When would she be allowed to see his body? He was just a body now. No longer living and breathing.She reached for the call button and pressed it repeatedly, over and over till a nurse rushed in.“Is everything okay?” The nurse said, her voice hurried and panicky.“The doc-” Marybeth’s voice was hoarse, she cleared her throa

Christa woke up to Logan stroking her hair, slowly and softly. The action startled her a bit because the sight of him standing over her was not one she was used to. And then there was the expression on his face. It wasn't one she had ever seen before. It twisted his face, making him look somewhat ugly. She shivered slightly at the image that had formed in her mind. “Are you cold?” He asked her in a gentle tone. “Hmmm. No.” She yawned a bit, acting as though she'd only just woken up, “I'm not cold.” Then she asked him, “What are you doing up?” Her eyes darted to the clock on the side table, “It's 3 in the morning.” “I couldn't sleep. I wanted to make sure I kept watch over you.” He responded, looking down at her with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Aw, thank you. My hero.” She gave him a wide grin, “But seriously, go back to sleep. You standing there almost gave me a heart attack.” “Alright, alright. “ Hands raised in surrender he returned to the makeshift bed he had made for h