All Chapters of His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

QUINN“Happy 3rd Anniversary, Quinn. This is your third year of marriage without a child.”I stared at the message a few seconds later before locking my phone quietly.My mother-in-law never missed an opportunity to remind me of my failure as a wife. Tonight was no different.The soup had gone cold twice already. I reheated it for the third time while staring at the digital clock above the refrigerator. It was already 10:47 PM.Three candles burned at the center of the dining table, their flames smaller now. Beside them sat the wedding anniversary cake I had picked up that afternoon.I stood in line for almost an hour because the bakery claimed it was their “best custom design,” and I was ready to do anything just to please Jasper Finn, my beloved husband.Happy 3rd Anniversary, Jasper & Quinn.The gold lettering glittered under the light. I swallowed the ache under my throat and forced myself to look away. Maybe traffic was bad, or another meeting ran late.The sound of the front door

QUINNMorning didn’t feel like morning.My eyes reopened before I remembered closing them. For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling,By law, my marriage was already over. But my body still hadn't caught up to the loss of it.My fingers brushed the empty side of the bed, expecting to feel Jasper’s muscular body. Cold sheets greeted me instead.I pushed myself upright. The room I stayed in wasn’t mine. It was a hotel suite Joe had insisted I take when I refused to go anywhere familiar.I didn’t want any place or memory that would remind me of him.I pressed my palm against my forehead, and no tears came anymore. That was the strangest part.And then there was Morrison.Just thinking about his name made something uneasy shift inside me. I pushed the thought away immediately.A soft knock interrupted the silence.“Miss Quinn?”A voice from outside spoke.“Your transport to the courthouse will be ready in twenty minutes.”Right. Yesterday was the ending. Today was the paperwork confi

QUINNThe gates of the Finn estates closed behind me heavily for the last time.I kept walking away. One step, then another. But my mind remained trapped inside that living room with Jasper’s voice still cutting through me.“Get rid of it.”The words echoed endlessly through my skull.There had been no hesitation in his voice. No shock or emotion. Yet he was willing to protect Seraphina’s baby as if it were the most precious thing in the world.I smiled through clenched teeth. The more I tried to push the thoughts away, the more they haunted me.A sudden wave of dizziness slammed into me. I stumbled forward, and my sight was suddenly blurry.I pressed a hand against my forehead, trying to steady myself, but the ground beneath me tilted harder. The darkness crept slowly into the edges of my sight.And just before I collapsed, a familiar voice reached me.“The Queen.”No one had called me that name in years.Strong arms caught me before my knees hit the ground.“...still reckless,” the

QUINNIt felt like the line had been drawn in that room. Not on the floor, but between two men who refused to step back. Jasper stood on one side, a man who never valued what he had until it slipped through his fingers.Morrison stood on the other, a man who didn’t want to love but to take.He would never change, still the same man I knew and rejected; his character was awful then, and when Jasper came in, I could see the contrast.A sweet, caring and almost obsessed man versus a possessive and dominant man.Unfortunately for me, I had managed to trade one cage for another.But the difference now? This time, I could see the bars clearly.As they stood on their toes in the room, they didn’t ask me what I wanted, but decided. Like I was not in the room.“Are you two done?”That stopped them, not completely, but enough to make them turn and listen to the “Queen”, just like Morrison calls me.“Quinn,” Jasper stepped forward, “don’t make this difficult.”He lowered into a familiar tone, o

QUINNMy fingers wrapped around the phone, processing Joe’s words.My heart skipped. Because what Joe was implying was not impossible. It was something I hadn’t allowed myself to consider.I didn’t answer him immediately because the question caught me off guard and unsettled me.I controlled and tried to steady my breath for a few seconds on the phone; I was afraid my breath would give me out.“Yes, I think she is pregnant,” I finally said, “what you are insinuating cannot be possible, or is it?”I was trying to convince both Joe and myself. It had to be real; the divorce urgency, Seraphina’s confidence and Jasper’s actions.Yet, another part of me betrayed my conviction. something still pointed to a possible loophole. The same feeling I got when I accepted Jasper.“Well, I am afraid it is,” he whispered, “the details and the dots are not connecting.”I pushed my legs forward as I pushed the bedroom door open and sat slowly at the edge of the bed. Not because I was tired, but because