All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONEHe didn’t know. What he had with her was…new. Refreshing. He found himself comparing her to other women he had been with in the past, and none of them seemed to measure up to her. And Damon had been with exceptional women. Heck, one was right in front of him, giving herself to him without even asking for something as expensive as his heart in return. But she wasn’t Katelyn.She wasn’t the woman who blushed at every word he said, not to boost his ego or to get something from him, but because he was truly capable of doing that. She wasn’t the woman who he always thought about at work to the point of distraction. Who he would always run home straight to the moment work was over. That one week getting to know her was indisputably the best week of his life. He knew her quirks; the way she twitches her eyes when something she’s making isn’t going well, how she was usually careful with her words but let them tumble over each other when she is excited, and her quiet stu

CHAPTER FIFTY–THREEKatelyn’s head swam, her heart almost bursting out of her chest. Sarah was giving her an out, one that assured her that Damon would be kept in the dark about everything without soiling her name. Only it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. She didn’t just want to disappear anymore, especially when she had done nothing wrong. Especially when she hadn’t told them her side of the story. She refused to just run away. “You will leave, and never return to this house or this family.” Sarah continued, oblivious to the war going on inside of Katelyn’s head, “Do you understand me?” “I–I can’t.” Katelyn muttered under her breath, voice trembling. Her eyes were at her feet, not even bold enough to look Sarah in the eyes. “What did you just say?” Sarah asked, her voice pumped full of disbelief. Katelyn counted to five, inhaling and exhaling before snapping her head up to look at Sarah and Melinda. “I can’t leave, I haven’t done anything wrong.” Melinda went red with rage, “Look

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEThe house was quiet, but not in a way that brought comfort or rest; it was the kind of silence that pressed in from all sides, heavy and suffocating, as though the walls themselves had witnessed everything that had happened and were now holding their breath.Katelyn sat on the floor of the bedroom with her back resting against the side of the bed, her knees drawn tightly to her chest while her fingers clutched at the fabric of her sleeve, twisting it over and over again without ceasing, like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.She hadn’t left the room.Not once.Not since that night.Time had passed—she knew it had—but it no longer felt real or measurable, because the curtains had remained shut, the lights untouched, and the air in the room had grown stale enough to make every breath feel heavier than the last.Her eyes were open, but there was no focus in them, no clarity, only a dull emptiness that made it seem like she was staring through every

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENKatelyn was too embittered, too broken to care about a piece of property. She never wanted it to begin with, and if she was leaving the Winchester family for good to find her peace, she had to leave every single thing behind too. “I don’t have anything to say to you about the Estate. I don’t want it. Give it to her children.” She said, her words coming out harsher than she intended for them to. The poor Lawyer was only trying to do his job, but it was too late now, the words were already out. “She told me you were going to say that. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it to come out like that since she told me you were of calm character, but yes, I was expecting that response.” The lawyer didn’t seem fazed one bit, his voice as cool as the first time he spoke through the phone. She bit down on her lip, guilt joining the already overwhelming emotions that were swimming in her head. “I’m sorry,” She apologized, “I didn’t mean to sound like that. But what do you mean by tha

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINEKatelyn found the Cafe easily. The neighbourhood being so closely knitted allowed her to navigate her way to what truly seemed like the only place where one could get a simple breakfast and coffee. The traffic in the cafe was low since it was already well past 6 PM. Katelyn sat at one of the tables pushed to the far corner of the moderate cafe space. All she asked for was a glass of water that she had chugged down at once the moment the waitress served her. It was all she needed as she waited for a woman she had thought dead to come back to her again. Katelyn spent an hour sitting there, wondering if she had imagined that entire conversation with her mother. She had pinched herself so much that there was a scattering of crescent shaped marks caused by her fingernails on her arms. But she wasn’t abruptly pulled out of what she hoped was a dream. It was real. She was here. Her mother was alive. The door to the Cafe opened for what might be the hundredth time. Kat