All Chapters of HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Roberta's POV She was only a few feet away now. I could see the determination in her eyes. My hand tightened on the shelf behind me. Please, God. Not like this.Just as Millie reached for the pantry door, Jace’s arm snaked around her waist and yanked her back against him. Hard. Possessive.“Not yet, baby,” he growled, voice dropping into that deep, velvet tone I used to know so well. “Before you redo anything… you’re going to give me something first.”Millie’s breath hitched, but she played along, teasing. “And what’s that?”“You know exactly what.” His mouth was already on her neck, kissing, nipping, backing her up against the very door I hid behind. The wood creaked softly with their weight.Millie let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “You’re so naughty…”“Nolan’s right there,” she whispered, even as her hands fisted in his shirt.“I put on that cartoon he likes. He’s completely zoned out.” Jace’s hands roamed lower, sliding under her dress, palming her breasts with ope

Roberta's POV I lay in the guest room in the early morning and stared at the ceiling and replayed yesterday.Not the pantry. Not Jace's hands on Millie in my kitchen. Not the sounds they made while my daughter was cold somewhere across the city.The hallway.Brett's hand on my wrist. The way he hadn't flinched when I raised my voice at him. The way he had pulled me in without asking and held me without making it into something and breathed with me until I could breathe on my own again.Like he had assessed the situation, my pain and identified a gap, and decided to fill it.I didn't know what to do with a man like that.Eight years of marriage, and I have never seen this side of a man.Brett's voice came from downstairs."Roberta!"I sat up. My heart jumped. Not because something was wrong. Because his voice was warm and tender."Coming!"I also heard another sound— the low sound of him talking to someone, professional and welcoming. I got up and dressed and ran my hands through my h

Roberta's POV He hesitated. I watched him weigh protocol against the look on my face — whatever that look was, it must have carried something because his posture softened slightly."This isn't standard procedure," he said. "Normally, we'd need consent from both parties for a paternity comparison.""Please. I have to bury my daughter, and I can't do it without knowing the truth."He looked at the glass cup. Then at me. Then he picked up his clipboard."I can run it as a private comparison," he said quietly. "Off the books, technically. It'll take two days. I may need you to come back for the results in person — we don't send paternity results electronically.""Two days," I repeated."Two days."I nodded. Signed where he indicated. I watched him bag the glass and labelled it and disappeared through a door I didn't follow him through.The drive back to Brett's house took longer than it should have.I sat at a red light with my hands on the wheel and my eyes on nothing. What have I done

Roberta's POVMy heart was racing.Why are you lying to me, Roberta?His question hung in the air between us. His face was still close. His eyes were still searching mine.He knows. He knows I'm keeping something. "I really need to sit down," I said. I couldn't manage to tell him that I wasn't lying to him. that would be a double lie.Brett nodded slowly. He guided me to the edge of the bed. His hand was on my lower back. His eyes never left my face.He helped me sit. Then he crouched in front of me. His hands rested on my knees."I'm going to give you some space," he said. "But I'm right downstairs. If you need anything—anything at all—you call for me."I nodded.He stood up. Walked toward the door. He paused at the threshold and looked back at me."I'll be here," he said. "Whenever you're ready."Then he was gone.The door clicked shut.My hand flew to my mouth. The tears came before I could stop them.What is wrong with me?Why do I want him to kiss me? Why do I want him?I presse

Roberta's POVThe kiss consumed me—his lips warm and insistent, his hand cradling the back of my neck like I was something precious. For a heartbeat, I melted into it, kissing him back with every fractured piece of myself. Then reality crashed over me like ice water.I pulled away abruptly, stumbling to my feet. My lips tingled. My chest heaved.Brett’s eyes widened, filled with immediate regret. “Roberta… I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again. I crossed a line.”I nodded quickly, unable to meet his gaze. “I… I should put the first aid kit away.”I gathered the supplies with shaking hands, clearing the table in mechanical motions. I could feel his eyes on my back the entire time—heavy, worried, longing. It made my skin burn. When I finished, I paused at the doorway.“I’ll be in my room,” I said softly, without turning around.***I closed the door behind me.I leaned against it. My chest was heaving. My heart was pounding.I pressed my fingers to my lips. I co