All Chapters of My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"You're being ridiculous!”"Call me when you remember what today was supposed to be."His face went through several expressions—confusion, anger, then something that might have been understanding. "Fine. You want me to acknowledge it? I forgot your big day. I'm sorry. There. Happy now?"But he didn't sound sorry. He sounded like a parent placating a toddler throwing a tantrum.I tossed his keys on the coffee table. "Sleep on the couch."I cried myself to sleep that night as well.***The next morning, I woke up with a banging headache from all the crying I did. When I came downstairs, Alexander was already dressed for work, checking emails on his phone."We need to talk about last night," he said without looking up."Do we?""You completely overreacted. I said I was sorry."I poured myself some brew, my hands steadier than they'd been in hours. "Did you?""Yes, I did. And frankly, I don't appreciate being locked out of my own house because I made a simple mistake."Simple mistake. Lik

Later at home,I had just managed to calm Lucas down with some goldfish crackers and cartoons when I heard Alexander's key in the lock. I glanced at the clock in confusion. It was only four-thirty. He never came home before seven, and most days it was closer to nine or ten."Ivy!" His voice boomed through the house, and I could tell immediately that he was furious.Lucas perked up from the couch. "Daddy's home!"Alexander stormed into the living room, his face dark with anger. "What the hell did you do to Sophia?""What did I—""She called me crying," he interrupted, his voice getting louder. "Crying, Ivy. She said you humiliated her in front of everyone at Lucas's school."I stood up slowly, trying to process this. "She called you crying?""Yes, she's devastated. She's been picking up Lucas as a favor to us for two years, and you embarrassed her in public for no reason.""No reason?" My voice cracked. "Alex, I didn't even know she was picking up our son. How is that okay? How is it ok

Everything hurt, bad. That was the first thing that hit me as I drifted back into awareness. My throat felt like someone had stuffed dry cotton down it and set it on fire. My chest burned with each shallow breath I managed to take.I tried to open my eyes, but the world kept spinning in and out of focus. Through the haze, I could hear voices. Alexander's deep tone, strained with worry. But not worry for me."Sophia, sweetheart, just breathe. You're okay. I'm here.""I just… You know I can't handle seeing her like that," Sophia's voice trembled with fake distress. "It's triggering my anxiety so badly. Please don't leave me alone."My body convulsed again, and I tasted blood in my mouth. The cramping in my stomach was getting worse, sharp pains that made me want to curl up and die. But when I tried to move, nothing happened. My limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds."Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out.I could see them through my blurry vision. Al

"I swear to God, Ivy Martinez, if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to shave your head bald and donate your hair to make wigs for rich white ladies."The voice was familiar, loud, and completely insane. Even through the fog in my brain, I knew exactly who was talking."We made a pact in high school that we'd live together until we're old and gray, sitting on a porch somewhere judging young people and eating ice cream for breakfast. You think you can escape from this world and leave me alone with all these idiots? Hell no."Maya. My crazy, beautiful, fierce best friend who'd probably fight God himself if he tried to take me away from her."I already bought matching rocking chairs, you selfish bitch. They're purple with little flowers on them, and if you die, I'm going to have to return them and explain to the furniture guy that my best friend chose death over spending our golden years gossiping about our neighbors."I tried to smile, but my face felt like it was made of cement. Ev

The next three days passed in a blur of medical tests, medication adjustments, and Maya bringing me contraband snacks from the vending machine. My body was slowly healing, but my mind felt like it was trapped in a fog I couldn't shake.Alexander hadn't come back since the blood donation incident. According to Maya, he'd been sleeping at the hospital in Sophia's room, "keeping watch" in case she had another breakdown. The nurses on Sophia's floor apparently thought it was romantic how devoted he was to his "friend."I tried not to think about what they were doing in that room together. Whether he was holding her hand while she slept. Whether she was wearing my mother's locket while she recovered from her attention-seeking wounds.Whether he'd ever held my hand like that when I was the one dying.On Thursday afternoon, Rosa showed up with Lucas. My heart leaped when I saw my little boy walk through the door, even though he looked uncomfortable and kept glancing back toward the hallway.