All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me: The Alpha’s Greatest Regret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I could see the man trying so hard to suppress a snicker as he watched both of us.I glared at Cayden, who had this flicker of amusement in his eyes as if he was enjoying every second of this.“And you are…?”“My wife,” Cayden quickly answered.“Ex-wife,” I immediately corrected.The man’s face lit up something that looked like excitement as he pointed at him, “Oh. So you’re the one he was talking…”“Yes.”“No.”Cayden and I spoke at the same time.I shot him a glare, silently warning him not to say another word before turning to the man again.“No, I am not. Whatever you wanted to say or ask, it’s a no.” I said flatly.He cleared his throat, clearly trying not to laugh. “Ah, I understand.”And embarrassment burns through me and I chew my lower lips hard.If I really knew he was with someone I wouldn't have barged in here.Then he started gathering his things. “How about we schedule your next appointment for another day?” he suggested.“Yes, sure. Thanks for today.” Cayden’s said.And

CAYDEN’S POVI stepped out of my company, heading toward my car with my phone pressed against my ear. But the moment I grabbed the handle, ready to pull the door open, something caught my attention.I paused for a second, lifting my gaze slightly, as my eyes scanned around my surroundings. Only for it to spot a man standing across the street, handing out flyers to anyone who walked past.Then a few feet away was a beggar sitting on the pavement with his hands stretched out, asking passersby for money. And I also saw two other men leaning against a nearby wall, pretending to be completely absorbed in their phones.And I couldn't help but let out a short laugh."What's funny? Are you mocking me?" Liam asked. “I literally almost died while trying to get you information.”"No. No, it's not that." I shook my head slightly as I pulled the car door open and sank into the driver's seat. "It's just that these people are really terrible at doing their fucking jobs.""Are they still stalking y

Liam’s voice made both of us turn toward him. He stood in the doorway, his green eyes moving from his father to me before he closed them for a second and let out a slow breath. Even without him saying anything else, I could feel the irritation rolling off him.“It’s nothing,” I quickly said, not wanting to cause any trouble between them. “We were just…”“Come out.”“What? But we are still…”He walked over to me and grabbed my wrist.“Liam, what are you doing?”Before I could even understand what was happening, he was already pulling me toward the door. His grip tightened around my wrist until it started to hurt, and he was walking so fast that I had to practically run after him just to keep up with his pace.I wanted to tell him to slow down but the anger radiating from him couldn’t let me.I couldn't help wondering if his father suggesting that he marry me was really bad enough to make him act like this. If he hated the idea that much, he could just say it. Why was he taking his an

I didn't even knock on the gate twice before it slid open for me. By then, I was already thinking about tearing the damn thing down if they took another second to let me in. I stormed my way into his house, but what surprised me was that no one tried to stop me. Even the guards lowered their heads and bowed respectfully as I walked past them, just like they used to when I was still their Luna. And somehow, that felt strange. Ever since our divorce, I had expected his pack to completely alienate me, just like Dad had. Cayden could never walk into our pack the way I had just walked into his without sneaking around or using some ridiculous trick to get inside. Yet here I was, walking straight into his pack as if everyone already knew I was coming. As I reached the front of his house, my feet slowed for just a second. I stood there, staring at the entrance, and something heavy suddenly settled in my chest. I had promised myself I would never step inside this house again. That w

Covering my naked body with the thick cream-colored blanket he had given me, I sat on the messy chair, my knees pressed against my breast as I curled into myself. The room still looked like a disaster after everything that had happened, “Have it. It’ll help with the healing,” He said, placing whatever shit was in that cup down in front of me, before taking the seat across from mine. If he really thinks I would drink this…he must be dreaming. Drink it and wake up locked in some creepy room? That would actually be too kind for someone like him. I glanced at him, watching him sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, and hands wrapped around his knees as he gaze bore into me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. He had changed into another set of clothes. “Where is he?” I asked. “You mean my son?” I clenched my jaw and my grip tightened on the blanket. That one sentence was enough to bring the rage rushing back. I wanted to lunge across the table and wipe t