Making Her Ex-husband Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Logan stood in the courtroom, frozen in shock. A ringing in his ear did not seem to want to stop. “Logan?” A voice was calling his name, but it seemed so far away; his head felt heavy. A hand reached out and tapped him, snapping him out of whatever intense thing he was feeling. “Logan” Christa called, voice no longer far away, “Are you okay?” “What?” He said, distractedly, “Uh, yeah I'm fine.” “Can we go now?” Christa asked gently, “The case is over and we are practically the only ones still here.” She pointed out. Logan looked around him. Indeed, the courtroom had grown empty with only a few stragglers left behind, probably discussing what had transpired in the case. “Yeah, you're right,” he agreed, just as they were about to move. Margot approached him, her hands raised, and she slapped him. The crack echoed through the courtroom drawing the attention of many. “You bastard!” She yelled, “Why did you decide to conveniently leave out that Marybeth told you your son was dead?” “

Marybeth felt tired, both physically and mentally. It was hard for her, being in that room and being reminded of her loss. Hearing Margot say all those things about her, especially about how she was after she gave birth to her son rocked her. The car was silent with only the steady whoosh of the air and cars to keep her company, she did not wish to listen to any music. She arrived home to the waiting arms of her mother. “It was horrible, Mom,” she said, head in the crook of Jael's neck, “Margot kept saying all these horrible things, claiming I did terrible things to Toto.” “It's okay, honey,” Jael said, hand patting her on her back, “Margot has never been one to make sense.” Marybeh chuckled at that, “Are Wayne and Dad home?” “Yes, but they are having a strategy meeting. I was with them, but I sensed you'd be back soon, so I came out here to wait for you.” Jael explained. “Ah. Alright. Can I go see them?” “We'll go together. That way you can tell us how the session went.” Th

The stink of the alcohol had bled into the room. Christa stood still watching Logan, disgust now in her body language. She began to pave the room, worried and anxious about how the new development of things would affect her. Logan had promised her that they'd be together and married once he had his son. Now that there was no son, what did that mean for her? She bit her manicured nails anxiously. She needed to come up with a plan. Something that would ensure Logan would not just get rid of her once his mind cleared. She stood still for a moment, the cogs in her mind turning as she tried of ways that would benefit her. She turned to stare at Logan's frame on the bed. Only one thing came to mind. She smirked to herself. Yes, that could work. It would work perfectly. She walked to her drawer and grabbed a bottle of perfume, she uncapped it and brought it to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was really the right thing and if her ruse would easily be seen through. S

“I doubt that,” He said softly, “There's always going to be something about you that I don't know.” “Well, I suppose that’s true.” She agreed, “Now come on, let's go.” She led him around the library and they spent the rest of the day together reading, perusing the library walls, all the books, and generally enjoying each other's company. It was time for lunch, and they went downstairs, had it, and went back up to the library. Soon it was time for him to leave, and she escorted him downstairs, their footsteps echoing in the house. They stood at the door, she inside and he outside. “Thank you for today.” She said, “It was really helpful, like you have no idea. I didn't realize I really needed to relax and not think so much.” “It was the least I could do. I was glad to help. ” Then he stood there for a moment, not moving. “Is something wrong?” She asked him worriedly. “Oh, no not at all.” He said, “I was just wondering, if I could hug you?” He asked gently, “If you don't want to,

The car ride to the Angelos was silent. Cassian was seated in the back seat while Steven drove. Though Cassian said he didn't have to and that they could get a chauffeur, Steven had been insistent about driving. “You guys don't want this wedding to be public knowledge right?” He said, “So the fewer people who know the better.” That was sound reasoning, so he had tabled his disagreement. And now they were driving to where Marybeth would officially become his wife. “Are you nervous?” Steven's voice jolted him out of the thoughts he was having, “You seem nervous.” Cassian chuckled nervously, his hands reaching up to his tie to readjust for the thousandth time, “Nope, not nervous at all.” Steven raised a knowing brow, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “Alright, I am a little nervous.” He admitted. Steven gave a smile in reassurance, “You don't have to be, it's all going to work out perfectly. Do you think she's nervous?” His mind drifted back to Marybetb for the umpteent