บททั้งหมดของ Making Her Ex-husband Regret : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The weekend came, and with it came Marybeth’s friends. The trio came in armed with bags of clothes, shoes, and makeup. Marybeth opened the door to them, surprised at the number of things they brought along. “Um, do you guys have an outing too?” She asked, fingers crossed that they would say yes. “No silly, we brought these for you,” Fran replied with a grin. “Me? I thought you all said you would raid my closet, so why bring a whole new closet?” She asked. “Hmm, how do we put this?” Amelia asked, patting her lips with her index finger, “Your fashion sense is great.” “For an old lady.” Cass chimed in, “Not for dates.” “Hey, my clothes are great.” Marybeth huffed. “We are not saying they are not great.” Cass replied, “We're just saying it's the kind of clothes an old lady would wear.” “A classy old lady, of course,” Fran added, while Amelia nodded, trying to stifle a laugh. “You guys are so mean,” Marybeth said, affronted but a smile still on her face. “Yes yes. We are evil.” A

Days after, well, to be specific, it was the Friday after her outing with Cassian, Marybeth received a very important email. Well, technically it was only important to some people, not to her. The email was a court summons. She chuckled to herself. She was to appear in court on Monday for a custody hearing. The plaintiff was Logan Renfry. She laughed breathlessly, a weekend? That was all she got? A weekend? Even though he had been preparing this thing for weeks, she only got a weekend as a heads-up? Insane. She sat at her table, staring at the computer and then she chuckled darkly. It seemed she would have faced Logan much sooner than she thought. She shut off the laptop and got up, and walked out of her room, down the hallway, her bare feet barely making any sound as she padded down to her brother's office. She knocked on the door, waited a bit then entered. “Wayne? You in here?” She said as she entered. “What's up, sis?” He said, looking up from the files in his hands, “What do

Drum rolls please… Monday came, and gloomy weather came with it. Marybeth was at home, getting ready. She grabbed her suitcase and headed down the stairs. “This weather is atrocious.” Jael said from the bottom of the stairs, “I hope today goes well.” “It will.” Marybeth said, “The weather is just a sign that Logan is going to lose today. And I honestly cannot wait. Step one in ruining his life begins now.” “I just,” Jael clutched her pearls, “I cannot believe that he refuses to believe that his son is dead. What kind of deluded man does that?” “Logan,” Marybeth replied simply as she walked out the door. “Alright, be careful around him, and your father and brother say good luck.” She called out to her. “Thanks!” Marybeth yelled back and walked out the door. She entered the car, deciding this time around to drive herself to court. She started the car and drove out thunder rumbling in the distance. “Are you ready sir? Big day today.” Vincent said to Logan as he prepared to leave

“Alright then,” She leaned back in her high chair, “Tell us then, Mrs. Margot Renfry, what exactly makes you feel that your son, the boy's father, would be a better parent and not his mother?” “Well, your honor, I am glad you asked,” Margot said, as she took a deep breath and started to lie, “This didn't just suddenly happen.” She began, “From the moment she got pregnant, that woman started to reveal just how unfit she was to be a mother. She kept drinking and refused to eat any of the healthy foods that I brought her. I told her they were good for her and the baby but she told me that she did not care.” Margot was sniffling now, “Would a good mother say that? Say she did not care about her baby's health even before the baby was in the world?” The few people in the pews gasped in shock, muttering to themselves and each other, some shot looks of disapproval at Marybeth, who was still looking forward, refusing to face anyone. Marybetb's tactic was to not say anything, not until Logan

“I was hired soon after his wife gave birth so I have worked there for about five years.” “Why are you here today?” Judge Carmen asked, though she was already dreading the answer. Agatha was glaring at Logan now, “I was there when he neglected his son. Mr Renfry only ever played with Christopher if there were eyes around to say he was such a good dad. Otherwise, the boy barely existed, and young Christopher loved his father and wanted to spend time with him. Things got even worse when he brought his mistress home.” She paused, “They were so blatant about it, cuddling at the dining table and on sofas. It was disgusting to see.” “All that happened?” “Yes. But still Mr Renfry was not satisfied because soon after his wife moved out, before the divorce he turned his gaze to me, and I was weak, so I gave in. Je told me he loved me, that Christa was just a distraction, and that he would give the world. I was a fool.” She said. “Mr Renfry, is that true?” Logan clamped his lips shut, refu