Lahat ng Kabanata ng After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Kabanata 381 - Kabanata 390

​ISABELLE'S POV:​The afternoon light was streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of my beautiful London penthouse and i was sitting at my desk, surrounded by stacks of manuscript paper and scattered notes, my laptop open in front of me with the cursor blinking steadily on a blank page. I had been staring at that white screen for hours, trying to find the right words, the right scene, and the exact emotion to capture in my latest novel.​But the words simply would not come. They never came when I needed them most.​I leaned back in my leather chair, pressing the heels of my hands against my temples. A dull pressure was building rapidly behind my eyes, bringing that familiar ache of exhaustion that always followed too many sleepless nights and endless anxious thoughts. I had been working on this manuscript for months, pouring every piece of my troubled soul into the pages, trying to create a story that would live up to the massive expectations of my readers and my publisher. But

​ISABELLE'S POV:​I stood completely frozen, staring at the man occupying my doorway.​Damon Varek. The boy I had loved with every fiber of my being. The boy whose heart I had shattered into a million pieces. The boy who had vanished into the night and returned as an absolute stranger.​He was so much taller than I remembered, broader across the shoulders, and far more imposing. The eight years apart had completely transformed him from a lean, gentle teenager into a hardened man who commanded the entire room without even trying. His dark suit was clearly custom made, cut to perfection, and hugging the broad lines of his powerful frame. His thick dark hair was neatly swept back from his face, highlighting the sharp, rigid angles of his jawline and the set mouth that held no warmth for me.​But it was his eyes that held me completely captive, pinning me to the floorboards. They were the exact same eyes I had fallen in love with all those years ago, dark, intense, and holding a depth tha

​DAMON'S POV:​The silence stretched between us​I stood in the center of her penthouse living room, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides, my jaw burning with barely contained rage. She was still standing near the wall, her face pale, her eyes wet, her whole body trembling like a dry leaf in the wind. She looked so fragile, breakable, and small. She looked like she was about to shatter into a thousand pieces right in front of me.​But I did not care. I could not afford to care anymore. She had broken my life once, and I had spent eight long years trying to put myself back together in the dirt. I would not let her soft face break me a second time.​"I told you the truth," she whispered. Her voice was small, cracked, and completely broken. "I told you I regretted everything. I told you I was sorry."​Her words hung in the air between us, fragile and desperate. I could see fresh tears threatening to spill from her brown eyes, could see the way her small hands were shaking uncon

​ISABELLE'S POV:​The room I was in was enormous which was what I noticed when my hands finally grew too sore to keep pounding on the door and I allowed myself to turn around and actually look at my surroundings. The ceiling was high and rounded and the walls were made of pale, smooth stone that felt cool and slightly rough under my fingertips, partially covered in large fabric tapestries even the furniture was massive and solid, carved from rich mahogany and completely ornate and imposing. It was goof though, but not as good like my warm London penthouse.​My penthouse was good I guess but this room felt like a museum, a grand showcase for immense wealth and authority that felt far more like a lockup than a place to rest.​I slowly walked over to the nearest window. The glass was unusually thick and sturdy, and when I pressed my forehead against it, I could see the vast estate grounds stretching out far below me. I saw that the green lawns were high walls topped with sharp iron spik

ISABELLE'S POV:​Damon's face went completely pale. The natural color drained from his skin in a second, leaving him looking hollow, shocked, and still as a stone statue.​"They wanted to use me, Damon," I continued, my voice cracking slightly as the old memories flooded back into my mind. "They wanted to use my family's fortune to fix their own lives. They didn't see me as a young girl who loved their son. They saw me as their ultimate ticket out of poverty. They stood in that kitchen and planned how they would push us together, how they would encourage our young relationship, and how they would take over my parents money once we were married and I won't do anything because of their son."​I had to pause for a second. The words felt incredibly thick and bitter in my dry mouth, stinging like salt on an open wound.​"They said I was completely obsessed with you," I whispered, looking down at my shaking hands. "Your father laughed and told your mother that I was so foolishly in love wit