All Chapters of The Ex-wife He Regrets Losing!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MABELHer voice was soft, and she even hesitated a little. Like she didn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin whatever peace that's between us right now.But why will there be peace or no peace? Both of us haven't even acknowledged the fact that we are family and then there is what I said.“So are you,” my response to telling her she's beautiful. I found myself saying that, and sounded more intentional than I intended.The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, revealing a slight crack in my emotional armor I had put on before walking into the conference room.For a few seconds, silence stretched between us. She had my father’s eyes, that clear gray that used to make me feel safe. The same gray that could silence a room without a word. Looking into them now, I felt something twist inside me , a mix of anger, nostalgia, and something I didn’t want to name.“Please, have a seat,” I said finally, gesturing toward the chair across the table. My voice was firm again, tr

MABELI froze. My breath caught the moment our eyes met across the restaurant. Damien.Of all places he had to be. I mean I haven't been in a restaurant for the past four months and the one time I decided to, here he is.He walked in like he owned the place, people stood aside to let him through. His aura was amazing and…and…I should definitely stop thinking about him in that manner.His arm was around a woman who looked perfect. Young, beautiful, and glowing in a way that made my chest tighten.My fingers gripped the stem of my glass. The noise around me faded until I could only hear my heartbeat.Vanessa followed my gaze and frowned. “Damnit,” she cursed and looked back at me. “I didn't know he was going to be here.”“That's kind of impossible to believe, Vanessa,” I said to her. “With him being your source and all.”“You have to believe me, Mabel,” she said, softly.“Don’t say a word,” I muttered. My voice sounded calm, but my hand wasn’t steady.Then Damien turned around to look

MABELI took a deep breath as I walked down the street of my new house. I haven't fully moved in or figured out how to be a homeowner in New York but it beats staying in the hotel I just bought.“You didn't have to walk me home,” I said to Damien, who insisted on following me when I decided to walk, instead of calling my driver or a ride share.“Vanessa will take a swing at me if I don't,” he said and I smiled.“Of course, but you didn't have to stay in the clinic with me,” I said to him and he chuckled.“Of course I had to. Did you see your face when you were getting the stitches? You looked like a baby,” he said and I punched him with my free hand.“Oh come on like you wouldn't cry if you had to get stitches,” I said and he shrugged.“Nope,” he said and I scoffed. “Can you imagine crying in front of your fellow man in a war zone? Nah, you keep it in.”“You served?” I flipped my hair to the side to see his face.“Yeah…a long time ago,” he hesitated to answer.I stopped walking and fa

MABELMy lips met his as I crawled my arms around him. He wrapped his hands on my waist deepening the kiss.I didn't want to stop, but I had to. We can't be seen making out in front of my apartment. That will lead to more paparazzi at the hotel tomorrow and questions that I don't have the answer to.“We have to stop,” I whispered, gasping for breath. Damien didn't say a word, he took the keys from my hands and shoved them into the door.As we walked in, the light came on revealing my living room. Everything looks exactly as it was when Rose and I left this morning.“Which way is yours?” He asked and I cleared my throat slightly.“The right,” I answered, fully aware of the implications and actions of telling him where exactly my bedroom was.He took my hand and led me to the right hallway and into my bedroom.The light in my room came on, but not all of them. But it was enough to see the desire that was swimming in his eyes. I only have to take one step closer and he meets me halfway

MABEL I could hear the hush tones coming from the living room because Damien left my bedroom door open. I was already two hours late for work and didn't have that to create a really good look out of the top of my head. So I picked up Elizabeth McCord style. A baggy pants, a big satin blouse. A loose tie around my neck and a blazer. I left my hair down and picked up a huge bag out of my closet as I made my way out to the living room. “Hi, I made coffee,” Damien said, handing me a cup. “You look good by the way.” “Thanks,” I felt a tingling as our fingers met when I took the cup from him. “And you look …” my voice trailed as I eyed him from head to top. He still had the shirt from yesterday on, along with the pants. But it was barely recognizable. He looked like he was just coming out of his own bedroom with new clothes, not old ones. How does he do that?” I took a sip from the cup of coffee he handed to me and my eyes widened when I tasted the familiarity. “How did