All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

They got out of the car and the valet approached them to collect the car. Logan stretched his arm out to Christa, grinning, she gladly accepted it. The restaurant's ambiance gave it a regal look, and she felt like a queen entering her palace. “Good afternoon, welcome to Tropicana. Do you have a reservation?” The lady at the entrance asked. “Yes. Reservation for two for Renfry.” Logan responded. She looked at the tablet in her hand, fingers sliding across the screen, then she nodded and looked at them. She smiled, “Welcome, Mr Renfry, we have your table ready for you.” She gestured for them to follow her. Together they went deeper into the restaurant, past the tables of customers enjoying each other’s company and the peaceful ambience. The lady led them to a table upstairs, next to the balcony. “Here's your table. Please sit, a waiter will be here shortly to take your orders.” She bowed slightly and walked away. Logan helped Christa into her seat before sitting opposite her. “Wow

Marybeth was lounging in the pool, and the balloon floated calmly across the pool while she sipped on her mojito. The incessant pinging of her phone bothered her. The sun had set, and the sky was a soft dark tone with the stars twinkling awake. This was a peaceful time, so why did the damn phone not want to shut up? What exactly was the emergency? Was it even an emergency? She needed to turn off the notifications for all her social apps. The phone pinged again, and this time she sighed, entered the water, got out of the pool, and grabbed her phone. “Ugh, what is it?” She groaned to herself. She opened it and was met with a series of notifications Christa posted and tagged you, over and over. She groaned to herself, already expecting something completely unnecessary and that was none of her business. She clicked on the most recent notification and her phone screen displayed a hand, a slender hand with manicured nails and a glittering diamond ring. “He didn't.” She muttered to h

Christa was riding the high she had gotten from the compliments she received from everyone online, she was practically floating on air. The staff at Logan’s residence all watched her warily, whispering words of discontent. They did not want this new woman as their mistress; she was cruel and haughty and expected them to cater to her every whim. The staff that was around the day Marybeth brought the divorce papers told the rest what had happened, but they collectively as a group did not want to believe it, they thought it was just a tactic that their madam had concocted to get Logan to drive away his mistress but that was not the case. It would seem dear Christa was here to stay. The maids were in their quarters discussing or gossiping about the new developments. “I heard it happened at Tropicana. He got a balcony table as well.” The red-haired one said. “Are you serious?” Another asked in awe. “Yeah. It’s true. I follow someone online who happens to follow her and the person repost

His feet thumping against the gravel echoed through the area in his estate as he ran. His ears were blocked, music blasting through them. Logan was on his run and he was upset. Not that Agatha was gone, no, he could not give a damn about that ladder-climbing, money-hungry woman. No, he was upset because Christa was starting to act like his house was hers, to do with as she pleased, which upset him greatly. No decisions in that house should be made without his approval, that was how it was supposed to be, yet she went ahead and did that. Then there was Vincent, why exactly would he carry out an order from Chrisa and not inform him? When Marybeth was here, he always texted her every move, so why was it now different? He stopped, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, beating erratically it felt like it was going to explode. He took off the headphones, wanting his ears to be clear for a bit, then he grabbed his phone and called Vincent. “I

A few days before the weekend came, Marybeth received a text from Cassian. The text read: Mayview Restaurant, the reservation is for 8pm. I'm sending you the address if you decide to get there alone. If you want me to come pick you up, just let me know. Otherwise, see you on Saturday at 8pm. Saturday, she repeated to herself, the meeting, or rather ‘date’, was on Saturday. She felt a small fluttering in her stomach that she immediately quelled, it was probably just nerves. Though why she was nervous about meeting Cassian, she had no idea. It was not like she had not spent any time with him before, so this feeling was alien to her. Though one could say it was because everyone around her had planted weird thoughts in her head. She was only marrying the guy, and it was a contractual marriage no less, yet it seemed her family was happy to act like it was the best thing that had ever happened in the world. Marybeth understood on a deep level that they were only worried about her, and thi