All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!" "Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last part was a low blow, but I Couldn't stop myself. He went quiet, and I continued grabbing my things around the room, ignoring his presence. Once I deemed my bags packed', I pushed past him out the b

"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!" "Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last pa

"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!" "Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can t

LILLIANA’S POV The building was packed. It seemed everyone had left whatever businesses they had just to be here. The day of Madam Eliza Thorpe’s funeral. It was a closed-casket ceremony, and I could no help but wonder how strange it was that animals like us reverted to our human side when it came to burying the dead. My parents and brother never got to have a funeral, or maybe they did, and I just do not remember, but I doubt that. Perhaps the funeral did hold but the pack decided it was not necessary for the one who caused their deaths to be there. It dawned on me that I also did not know where they were buried. I did not visit them even once, though I probably would not have been able to, given that I hardly had time to breathe back at the Waning Moon pack. The officiant at the ceremony was the newly appointed pack healer and she was blessing the body and praying that Eliza Thorpe’s spirit found rest in the goddess’s embrace. Funerals were quite boring. But after the funeral, n

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 Mrs R