All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOHis sudden presence made all of Katelyn’s defences snap back up, her eyes immediately scanning faster for signs of Damon. She didn’t want a repeat of Sarah’s birthday fundraiser. But he was no longer at the spot where she had left him standing. “I’ve been waiting patiently for your call” Ashton spoke again, his tone edgy, almost pained. She stepped back, putting much needed space between them. The kind that wouldn’t cause trouble if Damon suddenly appeared. “Mr Rockwell, I–” “Ashton.” He cut her off sharply, but with a surprising calm, “Call me Ashton.” “I’m sorry, I can’t call you that.” “Why? You used to call me something even better. ‘Ashy Ashton’”Katelyn paused, because for some reason, the name rang a bell. She filed through her memory, the long lost ones that weren’t lost by chance or accident, but because she had chosen to forget them. Because they were one of the worst moments of her life, tossed from one foster home to another, unwanted, unloved, tag

CHAPTER TWENTY–FOURHis kiss was like a crash–hard, rough and punishing. It dominated Katelyn in a way she’d never been before, a way she never thought she would experience, a way she loved more than she was even going to admit. Thoughts…common sense…what were those? They meant nothing to Katelyn at that moment. He was the only thing she could think of, the only thing clouding her senses. His lips were soft, yet his kiss was bruising, syncing against hers, causing muffled desperate sounds of desire to escape her.He wanted control, and she let him have it, surrendering her lips for him to take however he wished But Damon wanted more than to just take. He wanted to plunder, his tongue immediately seeking for entrance like the taste of her lips alone wasn’t nearly enough. He groaned when Katelyn didn’t immediately open. He surprised her when he flicked his tongue over lips like he wanted to lap his way in, “Let me in, Kate. Let me into that pretty mouth.” Katelyn mewled, not kno

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXKatelyn had gotten used to loneliness, no matter how sad and painful it was. But recently, the little things such as the lunch she prepared for Damon and the notes she wrote for him had made it a little better. It had given her a reason to actually look forward to each day. But like every good thing in her life, that little joy in her life had also been snatched away cruelly, reminding her that it was never hers in the first place. After that unexpected passionate night, she hasn’t set eyes on Damon. Not only was he avoiding her, but he also stopped picking up lunch on the kitchen counter every morning. He owed her absolutely nothing; his explanation, his time, or his attention and that was what hurt more. Because she was still someone undeserving of all of that regardless of how magical their night together was. Her mind was fracturing, falling apart, and Katelyn badly needed to talk to someone. Stella was on her annual vacation with her family, which left Kate

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTThe last person Damon wanted to see after that police station visit was Genevieve. But his secretary informed him as soon as she sighted him that she was waiting inside his office. Irritation flared in his chest as he made his way towards his office. He couldn’t understand how Genevieve went from being convenient to being an inconvenience in his day. Besides, his mind was faraway. Thinking and wondering. Wondering if Katelyn was still with Ashton. Wondering when she became so…unlike herself. Brushing away the thought, he swung the door open and found Genevieve seated on one of the couches in his office. “Babe.” She pouted, heels clicking hurriedly on the tiled floor to reach him. She hugged him, and clearly not noticing how he stiffened against her, reached up and kissed him too. Damon tried not to compare, but his mind already conjured up the image of Katelyn kissing him and the feel of her body against his. It was nothing like what he had just shared with Ge

CHAPTER THIRTYSarah Winchester hadn’t come to the house in days, and Katelyn had been grateful for that. Grateful to finally have some semblance of peace. But then a message went out that the family was celebrating Alana’s one month memorial, and it was compulsory for every Winchester to be there. Katelyn had been reminded too many times to count that she was not a member of their family and that was enough for her to ignore the message and just stay back to honor Alana alone, in her own way. She already planned it out, already taken a day off from work so she could head over to the cemetery and spend time with the woman who loved her like a real parent. She would buy all of Alana’s favorite food, play all of her favorite songs, try not to cry when she tells her how life has been since she was gone and apologize for leaving the old woman all by herself the day she died, to get groceries because the maids didn’t show up. That was her plan, and if you ask her, it was a pretty good