Alle Kapitel von My Ex-husband’s Regret: On his knees for me: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

CHARLOTTE~•~I had been to Disney World only once in my life.I was six years old and my mother had spent the entire trip on her phone while my father tried desperately to make up for her disinterest by buying me every piece of merchandise in sight. I came home with multiple stuffed animals, a new princess dress, and a lot of stickers.I never went back after that. My family went again, but they only took Briella and left me with my grandparents because I’d experienced it once and Briella hadn’t. Standing at the entrance now, watching Nyla’s face as the castle came into full view for the first time, I decided my first visit didn’t count.“Mommy.” Her voice came out small, almost reverent, but nothing like her usual volume. She had been talking nonstop on the flight from Los Angeles, on the drive from the hotel, and through the entire process of getting through the gates. The second the park opened up before her though, she went completely silent.I crouched down beside her. “What d

CHARLOTTE~•~“When can we go back?” Nyla asked as we got into the backseat while Alexander and his driver put our luggage in the trunk. “Go back where?”“To Disney World!”My mouth fell open. “We just arrived in New York.” I reminded her.“So? Does that mean we can’t go back?”“Go back where?” Alexander asked as he got into the passenger’s seat, twisting around to look at Nyla.“Disney World. I want to go again.”Alexander laughed. “We’ll go back for your next birthday.”Nyla’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “Next birthday? But that’s next year!” She cried.“It only opens on your birthday,” I added.Nyla regarded me with a suspicious look, then pursed her lips. “You’re lying to me, right?”Alexander laughed again while I merely shook my head as the driver took his seat and started the engine. The girl was getting smarter every day and it was becoming impossible to outsmart her.My phone buzzed with a text, stealing my attention while Nyla tried to convince her father to ta

CHARLOTTE~•~Their conversation was taking too long, which was why I didn’t get embarrassed when I found myself pressing my ear up against the door so I could clearly hear what they were talking about.Nyla had dragged George upstairs to show him her toys. The way she easily accepted people was concerning, making me wonder if she was going to be this open to strangers. I hoped not. I would have to talk to her about that soon.“I’ll pay George’s tuition directly to the school, not to you.” I heard Alexander say. So she was asking for money? Why was she asking him for money? Were they that close?“Thank you.” “But this is the last time, Briella, and you need to stop relying on fantasies.” His tone hardened. “No more waiting around for men to save you. George is watching you now.”The last time? Was it a regular occurrence? How often did he send her money for George? Where was the father of her child? Who was the father of her child?Unable to take it anymore, I pushed the door open. “

CHARLOTTE~•~I stood in the kitchen the next morning, stirring a pot of oatmeal while Nyla practically bounced on her stool, already dressed in a pair of pink overalls and a unicorn shirt. She had been talking nonstop since she woke up about “her new brother” coming over to play. “Mommy, do you think George likes dinosaurs more than unicorns?” she asked, kicking her legs excitedly.“I don’t know, baby. You’ll have to ask him.”She pouted. “What if he doesn’t like unicorns? That would be so sad.”Alexander walked in from the living room, freshly showered and in a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants. He’d told me he wasn’t returning to work until next week. Apparently, he wanted to enjoy a few more days of peace before he got buried in work. He came up behind me, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck before stealing a spoonful of oatmeal.“Hey,” I protested, swatting his hand away.He grinned. “It tastes good.”Nyla giggled. “Daddy’s stealing!” She announced as if I didn’t just p

CHARLOTTE~•~“Go back to the way they used to be?” I echoed.“Yeah,” he nodded without hesitation. “We used to be so good together.”I stared at him blankly. Good together? Since when? Our relationship was never defined. What exactly was good about it? “We attended a party together and slept with other people at the end of the night.” I reminded him.Dave winced. “Well, before that. We had fun with each other, didn’t we?”I let out a sigh. Was he suggesting we go back to being friends with benefits? After everything that had happened between us? “Dave, we’re over.”“Charlotte—““And I’m not saying this out of spite either. We’re genuinely done with each other. We were done the moment you said we should take a break. I took that as a breakup.”“But I didn’t mean a breakup,” he protested, his voice rising. He shook his head and lowered his voice. “I wanted us to take some time apart to really think about what we wanted from each other. You rejected my proposal to be your boyfriend. I w