Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE GENIUS HE LET GO: Ex-husband’s Regret: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 95

Chapter Eighty-SevenThe night Ethan had left his family at the Winter Ice Gala, the Langford convoy had returned home to the family estate in a state that could charitably be described as unsettled.Vera had not spoken for the first fifteen minutes of the drive, which anyone who knew Vera Langford understood was a form of pressure in itself.Bella had filled the silence with increasingly agitated murmuring that passed for thought. Celeste had sat with her hands folded and her expression neutral, watching the city slip past the window.Her entire night had been ruined. Tonight would have been one of those days, where she would have solidified her presence in Ethan’s life to the public, and now it was all in shambles.Ethan had become more displeased with her, and she got to become aware of the very disturbing fact of Aurora being involved with the Vaughn family.Her well manicured nails dug into the fine leather of the car seats in anger.“Aurora, I will show you.”Ethan had called a

Chapter Eighty-SixLater that night, Celeste laid awake long after the house went quiet.She stared up at the ceiling of the room, sighing heavily. Sometimes she tossed and turned, her head whirling with unsettling thoughts.The room she was occupying in the Langford mansion was beautiful. It had been redecorated at her insistence when she’d moved into the house newly.Back then, Aurora had still been in the house but Ethan had done everything she’d asked for. She was only supposed to stay in the house for a short while, after Aurora had supposedly made her twist her ankle, but she’d demanded a full redecoration when she’d arrived.She knew the house had been decorated according to Aurora’s taste. That was why she had extreme pleasure in disseminating whatever was there.She’d changed everything; the colors, the furniture, the view over the east garden. Celeste had made it clear, without saying it directly, that the room was a statement of intention. Her presence in this wing of the

Chapter Eighty-EightWith those words, she turned on her heels and scurried towards the door.“Celeste.”Ethan’s hand closed around her wrist before she had taken three steps. Celeste stopped, her chest heaving with emotions.She felt Ethan’s grip on her soft flesh, firm but not rough, the grip of a man who did not want her to leave and was not certain he could explain why.Her other hand gripped the silky material of her nightdress tightly,“I won’t make a scene,” she said through gritted teeth, “ I’ll be gone by morning. You won’t even have to—”“Celeste, stop!” Ethan uttered with a frustrated tone, “Why are you doing this?”Celeste let herself be turned back around. She let her eyes be wet. She looked up at him with the expression of a woman at the edge of something, and it was close enough to true that it cost her very little to hold.“Ethan Langford, how could you ask me that?” She said in a tight voice, her throat burning with undyed tears.She could not believe he was asking her