Alle Kapitel von Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The cab pulled up to the driveway.“Wow, madam this is quite the setup you got here,” the driver said, admiring the house with a low whistle.“Is it?” She asked, staring at the house, its elaborate image but only she saw the truth. The house had a lonely feel to it now. “It looks sad to me.”“Such a fine place could never look sad, lady.” He laughed.It was empty and devoid of joy, it looked how she felt. She got out of the cab, paid the man. She stood there watching the cab pull out and drive away. She turned to the house hovering over her ominously. She was going to enter that house and she won't be welcomed by the sound of her son's laughter anymore. She hugged herself, walking into the house, her footsteps echoing in the silent driveway. The sounds of birds chirping and the whistling wind welcomed her as she arrived at the doorstep. She hesitated a bit, taking a deep breath as she did, then she opened the door and entered the house, closing it shut behind her and blocking the sou

The mansion belonged to Cassian Renfry, Logan’s uncle, or his bastard uncle as he liked to call him within the confines of his mind, of course. It was an interesting thing, how much hate Logan harboured against his uncle yet he did not hesitate to use his things like they were his; the hotel and now this place. “Ok, wow, this place is amazing,” Christa said as they followed closely behind the butler.“Your compliment is much appreciated, miss.” The butler said.He led them up past the hallway and the living room, deeper into the mansion till they reached a separate wing. They stopped short at the entrance, and he turned to them. He glanced briefly at Christa before he turned to face Logan.“Mr. Renfry, as I am sure you are aware, the upstairs floor is off limits to everyone but Master Cassian.” He said to him.Logan glanced nervously at Christa, then back at the man before him, “Yes, I’m aware. You did not need to remind me.” He said, snapping lightly.“I feel it could be necessary,

Cassian was swamped. He rubbed his temples, glanced at the work before him, and groaned.“I understand sir, but this is something that has to be attended to before the day is over.” His assistant, Steven, said.Cassian raised his head, sitting back in his chair. His brown hair flopped on his head and his blue eyes reflected how tired he was.“Is there a reason the bill is this amount, Steven?” He asked.Steven cleared his throat, adjusted his tie a little, then continued, “Well, sir, your nephew decided to strongarm his way into the hospital and got himself a private room. For his companion of course.”He raised his brow at that, “His companion? Not his wife? Who was the person he got the room for?”“It was registered under the name of Christa Lance.”His forehead furrowed deeply in thought, the name felt vaguely familiar but he could not quite place it, “Go on.”“Well, she came into the hospital with multiple bruises, but none of them were life-threatening, but they were a lot.” Stev

The view was beautiful, or at least from what she saw before she closed her eyes. Christa was lying on the pool chair, sunbathing. She wore a bikini and sunglasses. Beside her on the side table were some mini sandwiches that she reached for periodically and munched on delicately. The sun sparkled on the pool water giving it an ethereal look.“Ahh.” She sighed satisfactorily, “This is the life.”Her bruises were healed and she was back to being her fabulous self.The sound of footsteps approaching drew her attention. She took off her glasses and, sitting up on her arms, she squinted in the direction from which it was coming. A familiar figure was approaching her.“There you are.” It was Logan.She sighed quietly, guessing that her time was over now, she thought to herself.She lay back down and wore her glasses, “ yep, here I am.” She responded with false enthusiasm.It wasn’t that she disliked Logan, she was just very much tired of him. They’d been here for two weeks now, and during t

Logan and Christa were out on the streets now, well, not really; they just no longer had access to the free home that Cassian’s residence provided. And Logan, in his infinite pride, had refused Christa’s idea that they return to his actual place. She had chosen to remain mute on the fact that they had to leave sooner than expected, and because of her incessant questions, Logan had to reveal that the mansion was actually his uncle’s. Surprised didn’t even begin to cover the emotions she felt. “So, you brought us over to your uncle’s place and you felt it would be a great idea to pretend like the house was yours? And now he's so tired of you staying here that he sent his butler to tell you that he wanted you gone.” She huffed arms crossed, “Did I get it right?” “Yeah, you just about did.” He replied lamely. “Are you freaking kidding me?” She hissed, “We had a perfectly good house though.” “Yes, we do but I’m not ready to go back.” They were in the car, Logan’s gaze was on the road