All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sophie's POVI did not sleep much that night, and I don't think Ares did either.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in my old bedroom at the mansion. I could see the narrow bed against the wall and the small window that never let in enough light, and the little white machine on the nightstand that had hummed beside my pillow every single night for two years. I could almost smell the lavender again, sweet and heavy, the smell I had fallen asleep to and woken up to for so long that I had stopped noticing it. I had lain in that bed with my head splitting open and told myself it was grief, or stress, or the weight of living in a house where nobody wanted me. And when a man in a white coat finally told me it was a tumor, I believed him, because by then I was too tired to believe anything else.Ares held me through all of it. Every time I turned over, his arm tightened around my waist and pulled me back against his chest, and once, somewhere close to four in the morning, I fel

 Sophie's POV"It isn't, baby." He turned me gently to face him and took my face in both his hands, and I saw that his jaw was tight and his eyes had gone hard and dark, the way they had the night he slammed his hand down on the dinner table. "Someone paid him to tell you that you were dying. Someone paid him to disappear the moment you stopped being a risk. And last night someone made sure there was nothing left for us to find." His thumbs moved slowly over my cheeks. "This was planned from the very beginning. Every piece of it.""Someone in that house," I said.He didn't answer. He didn't need to.I stood there with his hands on my face and thought about all of them. Shirley, who had called me a gold digger from the very first day I walked through her front door. Lana, who laughed every time something hurt me. Rosa, who had come home expecting to take back her place and found me standing in it. Derek, who had wanted a divorce so badly he ca

Derek's POVThe house was too quiet, and the quiet was driving me insane.I had lived in the Callahan mansion my whole life, and I had never once noticed how silent it could get. There had always been noise. My father's voice drifting out of the study when I was a boy. My grandfather's heavy footsteps on the stairs. Staff moving through the halls, my mother giving orders, Lana's music thumping behind her bedroom door. Tonight there was nothing. Just the old clock ticking at the bottom of the staircase, and the pipes knocking somewhere behind the walls, and the sound of my own breathing, which had been too fast and too hard since the moment I walked away from that hospital.At dinner I had sat at the head of the table and stared at the empty chair on my left until my mother put down her fork and asked if I was planning to eat or just sit there sulking like a child.I threw my glass across the room.It hit the wall beside the sideboard and exploded, and red wine ran down the wallpaper i

Sophie's POVAres ended the call and set his phone face down on the coffee table, and for a long moment neither of us said anything.I was still sitting in his lap with my robe slipping off one shoulder and my lips still tingling from his kiss, and I couldn't stop staring at the dark screen of the phone, as if it might light up again and the lawyer might tell us he had made a mistake. Yesterday Derek had stood outside a hospital and screamed at me in front of strangers. Yesterday he had crushed those papers in his fist and sworn he would never let me go. And this morning he had picked up a pen and signed every page without a single word of protest.It didn't make sense, and in that family, things that didn't make sense had a way of hurting me later."You've gone quiet, little dove," Ares said softly. His hand moved slowly up and down my back. "Talk to me.""It's too easy," I said. "Derek doesn't give up on anything. He doesn't even give up an argument about the wine at dinner. Why wou

Sophie's POV"I was," I gasped. "I was thinking about this."His hand slid down from my back, slowly, over the curve of my hip, and then he gripped my ass through the thin silk and pulled me hard against him. I moaned into his mouth."There's nothing under this dress," he said, and it wasn't a question. His fingers squeezed again. "I felt it the moment I touched you at dinner. You came out with me tonight with nothing underneath, and you let me sit there with my hand on your thigh while you were bare and wet for me under that tablecloth.""I couldn't wear anything with this dress," I whispered."I know." He kissed the side of my neck, open-mouthed, and I felt his teeth graze my skin. "I'm not complaining. I'm telling you I've been thinking about it for two hours."The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open into the dark penthouse.He lifted me straight off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking, and the dress rode up around my hips, and he carried me through th