All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE“Living under the same roof as Sarah was difficult. Every blame was directed at me, everything I did was nitpicked and my little mistakes were blown out of proportion. But I endured. To me, it was a little price to pay for having a place to call home. But I already told you that.” She paused, exhaling before continuing, “What I never told you was that I paid more than just one price. Her brother, Andrew. He…” Katelyn's voice broke at the tail end of her words, her chest heaving. “He took advantage of that, playing the part of the good sibling and I…I fell for it. Well, not at first. At first, I found him creepy. He would stare at me for so long that it would get uncomfortable and when he touched me for one reason or another, it would linger long enough to give me chills.” Katelyn remembered every look he sent her way at the dining table even when the other family members were there. Every disgusting caress when he tells her to pass the salt or a dish. Every comme

CHAPTER FORTY-THREETwo lines. Two lines, please. Please. Please. Please. Katelyn paced the length of the bathroom, heart going off wildly as she waited for the result of the pregnancy test she had taken. Her fifth one in the span of ten days. Every one of them had come out negative, crushing her hope each time she saw that single line where two were supposed to be. She counted down until the minutes required were up and then she charged for the plastic where she had placed it. She closed her eyes once she clutched it in her hand, willing herself to calm down before she went insane. Then slowly, she opened her eyes to look. Her heart sank at the sight of the single line that looked back at her. She flung the plastic across the room, sinking down to the bathroom floor in utter dejection. Why? Why wasn’t it happening? She and Damon had gone at it like rabbits, like animals in heat up until the very end. Granted, she had read instructions online that told her that it was best t

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEHer heart hammered against her ribs, as she thought of all the possible reasons he wanted to talk to her after the cold silence that had almost driven her insane for two weeks. For a second, he distracted her own train of thoughts. Damon didn’t waste time though, following up the shocking statement with, “Do you have time now?”“Now?” She swallowed hard. “Yes. We can meet up somewhere and have lunch.” Her head was reeling at Damon's desire to put aside his work for a few minutes to talk to her. She reveled in that head space for a second, knowing that whatever it was had to be important. But was it good important, or bad important?“I can’t leave school yet. The kids…” She responded, her voice trailing off at the end where she hoped he could get the hint. “Right.” A pause, and then, “Then we can talk when we get home instead.”Katelyn was almost floating, but she had to bring herself back down, digging her fingers into her palm to ground herself with the sting.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENWith a sharp cry, she forced her hand out his hold while he was distracted. She bent forward, reaching for the phone and her car keys, leaving everything else behind. Run. Run. Run. The word bounced around in her head as she clutched the phone and keys like a lifeline, and aimed for the door, adrenaline flooding her veins like a drug. “Get back here! Give me that phone!” Andrew’s voice boomed, his arm shooting out to grab her by the back collar of her shirt. The sound of the shirt ripping filled the room as Katelyn yelped, fighting him and refusing to be dragged back with all her might. Instinctively, her leg shot out, landing a kick so hard on his knee that he lost his footing for a second, a groan of pure pain leaving his lips. They fell together or rather, he fell and took her along with him. Katelyn’s back landed on the ground with a force that left her paralysed for a second, but she fought the pain through teary vision, because it wasn’t the worst thing

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE“Thank you for offering to stay, babe. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Genevieve spoke as Damon helped her settle into one of the leather sofas in her spacious penthouse living room. His response was a quiet hum, perhaps because he didn’t outrightly make the offer. And also because there were a thousand things she could have done without him. She had workers at her beck and call, but all of them were nowhere to be found. Damon knew it was intentional. Just as intentional as the call he got from the hospital just as he was planning to head home from work that evening. Genevieve had sprained her arm while shooting a scene in her upcoming movie. It was mild, according to the doctor, but it was still bad enough that it needed to be bandaged up.The doctor explicitly told Damon that someone had to be there to take care of her so it heals quickly and she can get back to work. At the sound of that, Genevieve had clung to him immediately, putting up a