All Chapters of His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Layla's POV.I woke up with an unsettling ache in my chest. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, my mind slowly catching up with everything.The conversation with Maya last night.Her words."Choose yourself." I exhaled softly and turned to the side, pulling the blanket closer to my body.For a moment, I allowed myself to stay there... Just breathing and thinking.Maya's advice sounded so simple, but love had never been simple.And Liam...My chest tightened slightly at the thought of him.Walking away from him wouldn’t just be difficult.It would feel like tearing something out of my chest and pretending I could still breathe afterward.I sighed softly and turned onto my side, reaching for my phone on the bedside table.No missed calls, no messages.My lips pressed into a thin line as I watched my blank phone screen, Liam really didn't call last night, probably after he'd gotten back from the hospital or something.Not even a simple text.A knock on my door i

Layla's POV. As I watched him drive off, I felt something inside me slowly settle... not in peace, but in resignation; like a part of me had grown tired of expecting things to go differently and had simply… adjusted.I stood there for a few extra seconds, my hand still loosely wrapped around my bag, my eyes fixed on the road long after his car had disappeared from view. He had promised dinner.He had looked so certain, so determined, with that softness in his eyes that made it impossible not to believe him. And yet, here I was again, watching him leave, choosing her over us, even if that choice was out of obligation.I inhaled slowly, steadying myself before turning toward the house. The living room lights were on when I stepped inside, but it was empty. Adrian wasn’t around, and for once, I was grateful for that. I didn’t have the strength to pretend I was fine, not tonight.Without hesitation, I walked straight to my room and shut the door behind me. Finally being alone in the qui

Layla's POV.The day had barely began to progress when my thoughts started drifting again.It had become a pattern lately... my body present, my mind elsewhere, constantly replaying moments, weighing decisions, questioning everything I thought I was certain about. Even as I sat behind my desk, going through files and signing documents, there was a part of me that wasn’t really there.It was still stuck on last night.First with the way he had left to attend to her, I had thought that the night was ruined, but then he showed up at my door.The way he had looked at me throughout the evening, like I was the only thing that mattered to him than anything else in that moment.And oh, such amazing intimate time we totally spent together last night, especially the midnight session.I paused mid-signature, my pen hovering over the paper as I let out a slow breath.Maybe that was the problem.He kept giving me just enough to hold on.Just enough to believe.Just enough to stay, but only to let

Layla's POV.For a moment after Evelyn spoke, my ear seemed to spiral uncontrollably.What the fuck? I was still half in Liam’s arms, my body pressed against his, but the warmth that had wrapped around me just seconds ago had completely disappeared. In its place was her presence.Liam didn’t move immediately, but I felt the shift in him. The tension in his body was obvious, his arm still around me but no longer relaxed. It was rigid now, like he was bracing himself.“Evelyn,” he said slowly, his voice sounded calm but edged with irritation, “you need to start knocking before entering my room.”She didn’t even acknowledge that.“My legs are hurting,” she repeated, her voice trembling now, so weak, like she had already slipped into the role she knew would get her what she wanted. “They’re swollen, Liam. I can’t even stand properly.”I swallowed slowly, my eyes flickering toward her despite myself.And that was when I noticed it.Her legs.They were swollen.Not slightly, like actually

Layla's POV.Time does not always break you loudly.Sometimes, it is far more cruel than that. It stretches itself quietly over your life, slipping through your fingers in slow, agonizing increments, until one day you look around and realize that everything you once held so tightly has changed without asking for your permission. That was what these past few months had been for me.At first, I convinced myself that it was temporary. I told myself that everything happening around us was overwhelming, that Liam was simply caught in something bigger than both of us, and that once Evelyn gave birth, once everything settled, once life returned to some form of normalcy, he would find his way back to me. I held onto that belief with a stubbornness I didn’t even realize I possessed, clinging to it on days when his calls became really hurried, we barely texted, and anytime we did, I was the one putting in all the efforts.It was manageable until he suddenly stopped coming to work. At first, t