All Chapters of His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Layla's POV.There is something deeply unsettling about packing your life into a suitcase.Not because of the physical act itself, but because of what it represents, the acknowledgment that you are leaving something behind, that you are stepping away from a version of your life that once meant everything to you. Every item you fold, and every decision about what to take and what to leave behind becomes heavier than it should be, because none of it is ever just stuff.It is pieces of a life you once thought would last.I stood in the middle of my room, staring at the open suitcase resting on my bed, and for a long moment, I didn’t move. The room looked the same as it always had been, but I no longer felt like I belonged in it the way I used to.It felt like I was already halfway gone.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to move, to start, because standing there wouldn’t make this any easier. I walked toward the wardrobe and pulled it open, my fingers brushing over clothes I had worn on da

Liam sent out the party invitation to everyone close to Evelyn, although a little people from his own circle too.He was focused more on Evelyn because even though the party was disguised as their child's welcome home party, it was solely for his plans for Evelyn.Even though he had invited everyone, he hadn't told her about it yet... He didn't want her to be prepared for anything, she's always been an overthinker, if she has days to prepare for the party then she'll spare time to think of the possibility of anything going wrong.Finally, after a whole week of secret preparations, it was time to tell her.. The party was the next day.Evelyn was sitting comfortably in the living room, one hand resting on the armrest while the other instinctively hovered near the baby, who was asleep in a nearby cradle, when Liam walked in.“I’m hosting a small gathering tomorrow,” he said.She looked up immediately, her face lighting up.“A gathering?” she repeated. “For what?”“For him,” Liam replied

Layla's POV.I was finally leaving the hotel today; I've been here for the past few days while making purchases for my new place. Although it's been a few days here in los Angeles, I really am begining to enjoy the city, and maybe I might settle down here for good and build a life for myself, one that wouldn't in anyway involve any man.My hand reached for the handle of my suitcase, my fingers wrapping around it firmly as I took a slow breath, preparing to walk out of the room and finally embrace any chapter in my life, but before I could take a single step, a sharp, unexpected pain twisted violently in my stomach, so sudden and so intense that it forced a startled gasp out of my lips as my body froze in place.For a brief second, I thought it would pass, that it was just a fleeting discomfort, but then it hit again, stronger this time, and before I could even process what was happening, I found myself dropping the suitcase and rushing toward the bathroom, as a wave of nausea rose ra

Evelyn sat slouched on the couch, her hair loosely tied in a careless bun, strands falling around her face as though even they had grown tired of being held together. Her baby was cradled in her arms, fussing, wriggling, crying louder with every passing second, and instead of the warmth and tenderness that should have brought to any mother, the only thing Evelyn felt was irritation.“Oh, for heaven’s sake, will you just stop crying?” she snapped under her breath. "You’ve been crying since morning… what exactly is your problem?”The baby only cried harder in response, tiny fists clenching, face reddening as the sound rose in pitch.Evelyn hissed in frustration, shifting slightly as she adjusted her hold on the child, clearly uncomfortable and overwhelmed.“I just fed you not long ago,” she muttered, grabbing the bottle beside her and pressing it against the baby’s lips with a brutal force. “Eat and keep quiet, will you? My ears are already ringing.”The baby latched onto the bottle, st

Adrian stood at the entrance of Liam's house for a moment after letting himself in, his hand still resting on the door as his eyes slowly swept across the living room, taking in the state of things with a growing concern that settled deep in his chest.Nothing looked right.The couch was unkempt, cushions displaced as though someone had been tossing and turning without rest. Empty bottles littered the center table, some tipped over, others rolling lazily across the surface whenever the slightest movement disturbed them. A stale scent of alcohol drifted in the air, enough to confirm what he had already begun to suspect.“Liam?” Adrian called out, his voice cutting through the silence, but it only echoed back at him, unanswered.He stepped further inside, closing the door behind him as his brows knitted together, his gaze deepening as he moved deeper into the house.“Liam!” he called again, louder this time.Still nothing.For a split second, a flicker of unease crossed his mind, but h