Semua Bab My Ex-husband’s Regret: On his knees for me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

CHARLOTTE~•~Nyla waited for me the next night, and I didn’t blame her because she hadn’t seen me the night before or the morning after.She told me all about her visit to her grandparents while I was trying to get her to bed and being as tired as I was, I already knew I would end up sleeping on her bed that night.Her small voice filled the dark room as she described everything in vivid detail, how Grandma made the best chocolate chip cookies, how Grandpa showed her old pictures of Daddy when he was a little boy, and how Aunt Leah kept calling her “my favorite niece”. I didn’t bother telling her she was Leah’s only niece. I didn’t want to burst her bubble.I listened with my eyes half-closed, one arm draped over her as she curled into my side, the orange cat plushie Alexander had bought on his first visit wedged between us. It had become her favorite stuffed animal.“She said I look like Daddy when he was small,” Nyla whispered, her words slowing as sleep pulled at her. “Do I really

CHARLOTTE~•~I insisted on meeting Dave at the party.The excuse I gave was simple. I’d told him that traffic in New York was unpredictable, and I might need to leave early if Nyla needed me. But the real reason was that I didn’t want him picking me up from Alexander’s penthouse. I didn’t want him to see the guest room that was slowly turning into mine.So I stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, adjusting the strap of my dress for the third time. According to Dave, it was an intimate party where there would be no cameras so I didn’t bother with a stylist.My dress was black, long, and had a slit that ended mid thigh. My makeup was soft, my hair falling naturally over my shoulders. “Mommy?”I turned at the sound of Nyla’s voice. She stood by the door in her pajamas, clutching that orange cat plushie like it was glued to her hand. I couldn’t tell if she just liked cats or the person who gave it to her. “Yes, baby?” “Are you going out again?”I hesitated for a second before n

CHARLOTTE~•~It was almost one o’clock in the morning when the cab dropped me off at Alexander’s apartment complex. I was more than tempted to go to Lucy’s place, but I had already promised Nyla I would be back before she woke up and I didn’t want to break any more promises.The elevator ride felt longer than it actually was and when I opened the door to the penthouse, I saw that the lights were dim, but not completely off.As I closed the door behind me and turned around to take off my shoes, I paused. Alexander was sitting in the living room. He wasn’t watching TV. He wasn’t even pretending to be busy on his phone. He was just watching me.I forced my gaze away from him as I took off my heels and kept them by the corner. I was going to pretend I didn’t see him, but as I started to walk toward the staircase, his voice stopped me.“You’re back late.”I held back a sigh. Wasn’t it way too late for this? Besides, what was his business with the time I came home? “It was a party. They te

CHARLOTTE~•~“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” I hear a voice that sounded distant but close at the same time. “Mommy!!!” The voice came again, this time a lot closer to my ear.I groaned and turned from one side to the other, trying to get away from the voice.“Mommyyyyy.” This time, the voice was accompanied by shaking.My eyes snapped open with irritation. “What the—“ the curse died in my throat when I saw that it was Nyla. My lips thinned. Of course. Who else? She was the only one who had the right to interrupt my sleep. Speaking of that, why was she even interrupting my sleep? “Is something wrong?”Nyla giggled. She was no longer wearing her pajamas, which meant she’d showered already. Her hair was up in a ponytail. I resisted the urge to sigh. She’d slept, woken up, showered, and thought the next course of action was to wake me up. “You’re in daddy’s bed.” She said in a fit of giggles.Daddy’s what? I sat up immediately, making my head spin. But then the covers dropped and I grabbed it,

CHARLOTTE~•~The next few days were painfully awkward, especially breakfast because that was when we all saw each other.Alexander and I moved around each other like we were teenage crushes who kissed for the first time and wanted to pretend it never happened, not that I had a crush on him or any of the sort. He made breakfast every morning, I poured coffee, and Nyla chattered between us, completely oblivious to the silence that settled every time our eyes accidentally met.I kept my gaze on my plate or on Nyla. He did the same. Neither of us mentioned the night we spent together after that day at the ice cream shop. We simply existed in the same space, pretending we were coparenting like regular people.This morning was no different.Alexander stood at the stove flipping the last batch of eggs while I sat at the island cutting fruit for Nyla. The silence stretched until Nyla looked up, tilting her head. “Daddy, are you going to work today?” She questioned when she saw that he was a