All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Falling In Love All Over Again : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Chapter 1The scent of old books and polished wood filled Ambelyn's nose as she sat in the clean white waiting area outside her husband's office, waiting for him to finish screwing his mistress before he could attend to her.The familiar aroma of the place transported her instantly back to another place, another time, where she was happy—six years ago in the college library where she made the happiest mistake of her life and the oner who made her turn out like this years later.The memory crashed over her like a wave she couldn't fight against."Look what we have here," Niklaus's voice was low enough to avoid being overheated by the head librarian but was intense enough to send shivers down Amberlyn's back, as she was pinned against the bookshelf, her hands gripping tightly to her short skirt as she tried to maintain her composure, to avoid shattering into pieces, while his hands gripped her narrow waist tightly, coming closer even more, shortening the distance between them."Always

Chapter 3She had been sitting on the smooth boulder that jutted out over the pool, her bare feet dangling in the cool water and his arms were wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his solid body. "You've been avoiding me," he had murmured against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Three days, little mouse. Three days without a word."**She had tried to turn in his arms, but he held her fast, his grip gentle but unyielding. "Klaus, I—"*"Are you angry with me?" His voice had been softer then, uncertain in a way that didn't suit the confident bully she knew him to be. "About what happened in the library? About... your first time?"*"I'm not angry," she had whispered, finally managing to turn in his arms so she could face him. "But Klaus, this has to stop. Whatever this is between us—it has to end."*His expression had darkened, those green eyes filled with something dangerous as it hardened. "Why?"*"You know why." She had pressed her palms again