All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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 s

“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

“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

“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

“There is nothing far-fetched about it!” Camille exclaimed, “I get okay, this is Clarissa, your Doc, and you’re still having trouble accepting what happened or that she could do anything like it, but you have to.” Then she turned to me, "What other symptoms?’ I shot Sarah an apologetic glance then proceeded to answer Camille, “I don’t know what symptoms. I did ask for pictures and more samples of Eliza, I suppose she’ll contact me when she’s ready to make it available.” “Well, I suppose that makes some sense. But what exactly does Clarissa have to gain from creating something like that?” Camille asked. “Maybe she plans on selling it?” I shrugged, “I mean going on the run, one would need funds and all that.” “Okay, that does check out. But I mean, it’s not like she was poor or anything,” she added. Throughout this time, Sarah got into her bed and drew the covers over her head. “Sarah?” I called out softly, got up from my bed, and join