All Chapters of His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Layla's POV.I lay in bed, propped up on one elbow, and ogled at the sight of naked Liam sleeping next to me; he'd slept off immediately we finished taking our shower.It was middle of the night and I couldn't sleep, a lot was going on in my head.Liam laid on his back, his face half buried under his forearm, the other arm draped over his stomach. His broad chest rose and fell in the slow rhythm of his deep, peaceful breaths. I had to hold myself back not to trace the tan lines with my fingers. I didn't want to wake him, Still My fingers yearned to touch him, to trace the outline of his sharp nose and his lips that so often curled up in a smile.I wanted to lay my hands on his chest, rest them there so I could feel the steady beat of his heart. I longed to run my fingers down his body, over his abdomen.My gaze wandered further down his body. Even while sleeping, his cock in its relaxed state was a sight that made my heart jump; the way it curved so deliciously made it seem like our

(author's POV)After the confrontation in the living room earlier that night, Evelyn had retreated upstairs.Liam had spent some time downstairs afterward, pouring himself a glass of water and trying to calm the irritation still simmering beneath his skin. He hated arguments, especially pointless ones, and arguing with Evelyn is always pointless.Eventually, he made his way upstairs, once inside his room, he shut the door close and changed into a comfortable shirt before collapsing on the bed, and for the first time since he returned that night, he felt a bit of peace.Almost immediately, his mind drifted.Not to Evelyn, but to Layla.A small smile slowly spread across his face as memories from earlier that evening replayed in his head.For a few hours, everything had felt normal again, not until he returned to this hellhole.Still smiling, he closed his eyes briefly, letting the comfort of those memories wash over him.Then, suddenly, a knock came on the door.Knock.Liam’s eyes open

Layla's POV. Something felt… off.I didn’t know exactly when the feeling started, but I could feel it... Something is wrong, and it's with Liam.He's been strangely normal for the past few days, and maybe that was the problem.Because after everything we had been dealing with lately, normality hasn't been a luxury we could afford... I mean he has been very vocal about everything, he lets out his frustration as frequent as he could, but now, he won't say anything, he even goes home more frequently instead of coming over to mine like he always did to avoid Evelyn.I shut down my computer slowly and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head.I glanced toward Liam’s office... He was standing near his desk, putting on his jacket.For a second, I just watched him.God, I loved that man.Even when life was messy, even when the world seemed determined to throw obstacles between us, just looking at him had a way of calming my nerves.But today…Something about him felt distant

Layla's POV.For a long moment after Evelyn disappeared upstairs, I just stood there.My heart was still beating faster than normal."Everything is going according to my plan." Her words kept replaying in my head.I hated how confident she had looked.Evelyn had always been dramatic, manipulative and quite obsessive... but tonight there had been something different in the way she spoke.Certainty.And that scared me more than anything else.I forced myself to inhale slowly, then exhale.Calm down, Layla.Maybe Evelyn wanted exactly this reaction, she wanted to plant fear inside me.She wanted me to start questioning everything.And the worst part? It was working.My feet finally moved as I walked into the kitchen.I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the dispenser.My hands were slightly shaking as I lifted it to my lips. "Get yourself together." I mumbled to myself, slowly taking a sip. The coldness of it slid down my throat, although it did nothing to

Layla's POV.A few weeks had passed.Weeks that felt strangely calm on the surface… but tense underneath.Every morning Liam and I left the house together for work. Every evening we returned to the same house where Evelyn lived with us.She had changed her tactics completely.Gone were the screaming fits, or the threats and dramatic scenes.Now she was calm, really sweet and helpful.And that made her game far more easier to buy.She cooked sometimes. Cleaned occasionally. Even asked me if I wanted tea once or twice, though the look in her eyes told me the kindness was nothing more than another performance, especially when Liam was around. But the real change…Was Liam.Not toward me... Ofcourse never toward me.He was still loving. Still attentive and charming.But with Evelyn, he had grown… gentle.He no longer snapped at her.He no longer ignored her completely.Instead, he treated her like something fragile.Like someone carrying a responsibility he couldn’t simply push away.And