All Chapters of My Ex-husband’s Regret: On his knees for me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALEXANDER ~•~I could swear I wasn’t seeing properly because what were the fucking odds?I’d gone to California for a business trip that only lasted three nights. It was the last night and somehow, I ran into Charlotte? Even worse, she was with the man I loathed. I knew nothing about him, but I still hated him.It had been five years since I saw Charlotte and she had grown since then. Somehow, she was a lot more beautiful than before. She was also a lot more—my gaze travelled down her form—filled out.I’d held her so many times in the four years together to notice any weight change in her body and her curves were definitely curvier. She looked good. Then again, she looked magnificent on TV. I just never had the opportunity to stand next to her after the shit I pulled.Someone cleared their throat. I wasn’t sure who. There were four people in the elevator and I was only paying attention to Charlotte. “Are you coming in?” The man beside her spoke, finally breaking the silence between

ALEXANDER~•~I couldn’t stop myself from pushing in as soon as Dave opened the door. I was too curious to know why they were in a room together. I was hoping to enter with the excuse of wanting to talk to Charlotte.Little did I know that I would walk into her half-naked. Seeing Dave with his shirt off was already a red flag. I should have known to stay outside.Charlotte immediately covered her body with her hands. She was blocking it from my sight and not Dave’s?“What is wrong with you?” She yelled, the first actual emotion I was getting from her since the elevator. “What are you doing here?”“I came, uh…” I trailed off, not sure if I was meant to turn around or cover my eyes. I settled on covering my eyes with my hand. I heard as she scrambled around most likely for her clothes. “I wanted to talk to you.”“We have nothing to talk about, Alexander. We don’t even have a reason to see each other.” She didn’t bother to hide the anger in her voice. Dave, on the other hand, just stood

ALEXANDER~•~For me to get a chance to speak with Charlotte, I had to create it myself. I didn’t know what room was hers, but I knew Dave’s room and even if he shared the same sentiment as I did about him, I could get to him through her.I didn’t hesitate the next morning. I went straight to Dave’s room not caring how it would make me look. I rang the doorbell once, then twice.The door opened to reveal a man who was not Dave. I blinked in surprise. Dave was an actor. Was this his manager, assistant, or something? “Hey, I’m looking for Dave.”“I don’t know who that is,” he said and went ahead to close the door in my face.Well, that was rude.Was he trying to hide Dave’s whereabouts? Did he think I was some crazy fan or a reporter? Did I look anything like one of those? I scoffed and tried the other room I recognized. The girl following behind Charlotte and Dave the previous day had entered that room. She was most likely Charlotte’s assistant.I knocked on the door but a different

CHARLOTTE~•~“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dave asked again after I handed Nyla over to her nanny. I didn’t usually travel with her, but she’d insisted this time and since I’d been busy for the past few months—from filming to writing and now to promotions—I decided to bring her along. Who could have thought I’d run into Alexander the one time I brought her along?“I’m fine, I promise.”“He seemed really angry.”“He was,” but not for the right reasons.“Nyla is his right?”I didn’t respond and he found the answer in my silence.“And here I was thinking he was a deadbeat who abandoned his child with you.”I tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. “Is that why you don’t like him?”“Pretty much, yeah. There’s also the fact that he embarrassed you by sleeping with your cousin. He doesn’t seem like a good person.”Dave and I had never fully discussed the reason for my divorce. I’d only told him what it was because we didn’t trust each other, but there had been articles about ever

ALEXANDER~•~“Your flight was supposed to land two days ago.”I looked up from my phone to see my father standing in the doorway of his office, his arms crossed behind his back. I held back a sigh. I’d come just to say hi to my mother because she always wanted me around, but I didn’t find her. Apparently, she had gone out with her friends.“I stayed a little longer,” I said simply.His sharp eyes studied me for a moment as he slowly walked into the room. “You rarely change your schedule unless it’s business.”“It was business.”“California?”“Yes.”“What business?”“I don’t have to tell you everything, Dad.”He hummed thoughtfully but didn’t push further. My father had always been like that. He preferred observing over interrogating. If he thought something was wrong, he would simply wait until the truth surfaced on its own. Still, his gaze lingered on me a second too long.“You look tired,” he finally said.“I didn’t sleep much.”“Work?”“Something like that.” I lied. I could barely