Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-husband’s Regret: On his knees for me: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CHARLOTTE~•~More articles about Alexander and me came out every few minutes. The comments were almost dehumanizing. Aside from the fact that my marriage was ruined, my career was hanging on by a thin thread. I owed all the thanks to Briella. For some reason, she had the pictures of Dave and me. She was also present when Alexander went to drink and sent me a picture of them in bed together. If she wasn’t the mastermind, I didn’t know who was.My phone was blowing up, a new notification coming in every second. Friends and acquaintances from the industry were all trying to find out if I was okay. Well, most of them just wanted to know if the rumors were true or not, so I didn’t respond to any of them.Even when Dave called, I couldn’t answer. I didn’t dare to. I’d dragged him into my family matter without him even knowing. I didn’t know what to say to him. Even if I was going to get the brunt of the public attack, he was still going to get criticized for “kissing a married woman.”I s

CHARLOTTE~•~I only left my studio after my stomach started to growl.It was even when I finally went into the kitchen and checked the fridge to see if there was anything to eat. My cook came in twice a week to cook in bulk, unless told otherwise. There was no food in the kitchen though. I’d eat whenever I was stressed which was why everything she made on Wednesday was gone already.Not having anything else to eat and being too lazy to cook, I found a few fruits and cut them up to make a salad. I was just about to add milk when I heard the doorbell ring.I paused. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I definitely didn’t want to see anyone. I wanted to joke myself in for a few days before I came out to face reality.The doorbell rang again and I sighed as I approached the door, opening it to reveal Iris.Iris was a sweet girl but she also reminded me too much of my career. I kept the door open and walked into the kitchen. She came in, closing the door after her, and following me into the kit

ALEXANDER~•~I felt like leaving the city. I really did.Every street corner carried a memory of us together. Every café had some invisible imprint of her laugh. Even the skyline reminded me of her.But I couldn’t abandon my job. I would survive a few years without it. I had investments and savings, but I wasn’t stupid enough to start from scratch. I’d already lost my marriage. I couldn’t ruin my career with my hand.If anything, my divorce was making me work harder. I arrived earlier than everyone and left later than them. Even my uncle was worried about me and the man didn’t like me.I spent a lot of time at work and only went to Harvey’s place to sleep. I would get a new apartment but aside from the fact that it meant we were actually over, I didn’t want to stay alone as I’d end up drinking.I’d sworn to never touch alcohol again after the disaster it had caused me. When I pushed open Harvey’s apartment door that evening, the scent of takeout hit me. He was sprawled across the co

ALEXANDER~•~I almost didn’t go.I sat in my car outside my parents’ house for a full five minutes, engine still running, staring at the front door like I was about to walk into war. I really didn’t want to be there, but I’d promised Leah already and I didn’t want my mom more worried than she already was.Leah had texted me twice already. I wasn’t surprised when she sent the third one.[Leah: If you’re not here in the next sixty seconds, I’m coming outside.]I killed the engine and walked toward the door. It opened before I could even ring the bell. “Look who remembered where we live,” Leah muttered, stepping aside to let me in.“Good evening to you too.”The smell of home-cooked food hit me immediately. It almost annoyed me. I’d gotten used to takeout containers and Harvey’s questionable lifestyle. Apparently, that was how bachelors lived but I couldn’t recall living like that even before I married Charlotte.I held back a sigh at myself. How did I manage to incorporate Charlotte in

CHARLOTTE~•~“You know, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Dave said as we finished our burgers.I picked at my fries, staring at him. “Go on,” I prompted, even if I wasn’t entirely sure whether or not I wanted to ask this question.“Do you hate me?”I blinked, then laughed, taken aback by his question. “Where the hell is that coming from?”“You know, after the scandal five years ago. When I reached out to your agent, she said you weren’t making any statement about it. Do you blame me for not clarifying things? If I had, maybe you would not have suffered so much hate.”I chuckled. “Why would I blame you for that? No one would have believed you and you might have ended up drawing the wrong attention to yourself. I even feel bad for dragging you into my mess.”“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”I shook my head. From the five months I’d spent filming with him, I already knew he was a good person. If I wanted to make a statement, then he would have backed m