All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She closed the door with a small click and leaned against it, her hands squeezed tightly beside her. It was starting to get annoying, his stupid obsession with the child and his constant desire to remain in delusion about Marybeth’s feelings for him. Did he think he could have both of them? That was not going to happen, not if she had anything to do with it. She made him abandon his wife and son in the middle of the road, she could find a way to make him abandon them for good this time. With a small huff, she pushed off the door, walking quietly to her room. She spared the office one last glance and left. Back in her room, Christa’s mind was running with multiple plots that she could use to finally have Logan to herself. Force the marriage on him? Introduce herself to his family? What exactly could she do? She collapsed on her bed with a huff staring around her. The master bedroom. That was where she spent her nights now, next to Logan. She was practically the mistress of this house

Within two weeks a meeting had been set. To ensure the meeting was not something that people, that is Logan, would flag and try to dig into, they decided to meet for ‘business’ reasons. It would be a business meeting between both companies, Angelo Corp and Poseidon. The weather was perfect, the sun shone warmly, partly covered by the fluffy white clouds as though it was in agreement with the meeting that was about to happen. Marybeth walked into Logan’s head office. The reception was a beautiful open space with calming colors and soft music. She walked up to the receptionist's desk. The man there was a young twenty-something with eager eyes, slicked-back brown hair, and a crisp suit. It was very obviously his first day. “Hello, h- hi, welcome to-” He stuttered, then cleared his throat, “Hello, welcome to Poseidon. How may I be of service?” “First day?” She asked gently. The boy wore his nervousness on his sleeve. “Yeah. Was it that obvious?” “A little bit, but don’t worry you’re

So how will the wedding be?” Cassian asked. Marybeth coughed out her tea, “W-what?” She choked out, “Our wedding?” He patted her back, handing her a napkin, “Easy now.” He said. “I’m fine.” She responded, “What is this about a wedding?” “Well, I thought you might want a wedding. I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Well no.” She said, “I do not want a wedding.” “What did you have in mind then?” “Just a simple court wedding, if anything. We'd have like one or two witnesses. Just something small.” “So no celebrations at all?” “What exactly are we supposed to celebrate?” “The union of two great minds. Our alliance.” He said it, like it was supposed to be obvious. “I see,” she chuckled, “Well, as wonderful as that sounds, I won’t be celebrating anything, not yet anyway.” He was sad at that, but nodded his head, “If that is what you wish. I'll go ahead and cancel the venue and the catering.” “What? Why on earth would you have even organized all those?" She stared at him like he was a

“This is like if complicated and confusing had a baby, then that baby married perplexing and had another baby,” Fran said. “Ok, love. I really don’t think it is that bad.” Cass shrugged. “Not that bad?” Fran’s head whipped to face her, “Our best friend has become one of those contractual marriage wives, ‘marry me under these conditions.’ Next thing you know, so many things are going to happen which will only bring the two of them together and then they’ll fall in love.” The table descended into stunned silence before all the women burst into laughter. “Gosh, Fran! Those romance books are becoming too much.” Amelia said, “This is Marybeth we're talking about. She knows better than to fall in love with her former uncle-in-law.” “I guess you’re right.” Fran conceded, then turned to Marybeth, “So what did he say?” “He sort of said, he wanted us to be marriage partners in every sense,” Marybeth said in response. “Every sense?” Cass sat up, “What do you mean by ‘every sense’?” “Well,

She covered her mouth guiltily, “Whoops.” The three women exchanged glances and then one of them turned to Christa, “Ex-wife? What do you mean, ex-wife?” “Is Mr Renfry facing trouble at home?” Miranda asked. “Oh guys, I don’t really think I should say anymore. In fact, I think I have already said too much.” “You can’t stop now.” Miranda said eagerly, “You have to tell us everything.” Christa looked down at her hands, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to escape her face, “Alright, alright. But you did not hear this from me okay.” “Mum is the word,” Miranda said, miming zipping her lips and throwing away the key. “So, one of the days I was at Lo- Mr Renfry’s house, his wife came in and served him divorce papers. She said she was taking their son too.” “Oh my days. Poor Mr Renfry. Did she say why she was leaving him?” This was the moment she was waiting for, the moment when she would paint Marybeth as the evil woman who abandoned her husband. “She said she found some