All Chapters of My Ex-husband’s Regret: On his knees for me: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ALEXANDER~•~Elara, Lucy’s baby, was warm and soft in my arms, her tiny fingers curled around the collar of my shirt as I rocked her gently. She cooed happily, her big brown eyes blinking up at me innocently.Lucy had handed her over a few minutes ago, claiming she needed a break, but I suspected she just wanted to see how I handled a baby.I didn’t mind. Holding Elara felt natural. It made me think about Nyla at this age. It made me think of all the moments I’d missed. All the late-night crying, her first word, her first step, and just being able to hold her so easily. She was all big now, jumping up and down with energy I was too old to match.“What? Thinking of popping out more babies for your man?” Lucy’s voice brought my attention to the pair of women who were standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Charlotte’s face flushed instantly. “Oh my God! Shut up, Lucy!”I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face. My girlfriend looked adorably flustered, her cheeks burning, an

CHARLOTTE~•~I sat at the grand piano Alexander had installed, my fingers hovering over the keys without pressing them. It had been years since I wrote anything and almost a year since I last played the piano, but in the past few days, some tunes had been coming to me.The room was perfect. It was soundproofed and comfortable, with a small couch in the corner and a mini-fridge stocked with water and my favorite snacks. He had really thought of everything. Sometimes, it was surreal how perfect he was. With the way he acted, I knew I wasn’t going to regret my actions anytime soon.It had been a few weeks since we moved in, and this was the first time I’d sat down to write since the move. Well, since forever. My fingers felt rusty. My mind was full of half-formed melodies and lyrics I couldn’t quite grasp. The slump I’d mentioned to Alexander wasn’t gone, but it felt less suffocating.I played a few tentative notes, smiling when the sound filled the room. I closed my eyes and let my han

CHARLOTTE~•~The morning of the first day of school was pure chaos.Nyla had been up since dawn, running around the house in her new uniform, a crisp white shirt and a navy skirt, clutching onto her backpack. She almost didn’t let me pack her school supplies because she didn’t want to let go of the backpack.I didn’t think any child was this excited to go to school. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction after the day was over. I wanted to see if she’d still be this excited or if she wouldn’t want to go the next day. I didn’t want to return to school on my second day.Alexander refused to miss her first day at school even if he had to go to work. “I’m coming,” he said firmly as he adjusted Nyla’s collar. “This is her first day. I’m not sitting in an office while my daughter walks into school for the first time.”I didn’t argue. I wanted him there too. The three of us piled into the car. Nyla was in the backseat while I sat in the passenger seat, nerves fluttering in my stomach. This was

CHARLOTTE~•~“Don’t tell me not to worry!” I snapped without thinking.I expected Briella to yell at me or to snap back since that was what I was used to but she simply nodded. “You’re right. I would lose my mind if it was George missing. Let’s go find her.”I was already on the way inside before she finished her sentence.The good part was that she wouldn’t be allowed to leave the school premises without an adult. The bad part was that the compound was huge and there were too many fucking bodies around me. Parents. Teachers. Students. Everyone seemed to be moving but I didn’t even know where the fuck to go.My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure everyone around me could hear it. "Nyla!" I called out.A few people turned to look at me, but none of them were my daughter."Charlotte." Briella caught up with me. George was holding her hand now, looking scared. "Let's check with the teacher first."I wanted to keep searching. I wanted to run through every building on campus until

CHARLOTTE~•~It didn’t take long for Briella to get approved for an apartment. It was kind of a big deal because it was her first apartment. She’d been living with her parents and after they died, she’d lived with my parents all her life.Her new apartment was nice. It was a small two-bedroom unit in a quiet neighborhood not too far from our new house. It wasn’t, but it had a decent kitchen, a small balcony, and enough space for George to have his own room. When she told me the news over the phone, her voice was shaky with a mix of relief and nerves. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “They actually said yes.”“You sound surprised,” I replied, leaning against the kitchen counter as I watched Nyla try to braid Alexander’s hair.“I am. After everything… I didn’t think anyone would trust me with my own place.”I didn’t know what to say to that. Part of me still carried resentment toward her for the past, but another part, the part that had watched her try to be better for George, felt a re