My Ex Husband's Greatest Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Caroline's POV“Make sure you pick a good restaurant,” I called after Peter as he left the room, my voice carrying that sweet edge I was starting to enjoy using on him. The door clicked shut and I let out a slow breath.I headed straight into the luxurious en-suite bathroom, stripping off my clothes and stepping under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded over my skin, easing some of the tension in my muscles. As I lathered soap across my body, memories flooded in without warning.I remembered softer days ...when Peter was sweet and attentive. We used to bathe together in this very tub, his hands gentle as they washed my back, laughter echoing off the tiles while he kissed my shoulders. Back when he made me feel wanted instead of like a possession. My hand slid lower, tracing over my stomach and between my thighs. I bit down hard on my lip, eyes fluttering shut as a quiet sigh escaped me. The touch was light, teasing, but it stirred heat low in my belly. For a moment I let

Caroline's POV“Some people may be sick,” I said lightly, my tone dripping with mock sympathy as I looked at Cerene through the rearview mirror, “but they’ll always find the energy to squeeze themselves into other people’s business, won’t they? It’s almost impressive, really.”Cerene’s shoulders stiffened. She turned her head slightly, eyes glistening as she tried to summon tears on command. Her lip quivered in that practiced way she always used when she wanted Peter’s attention. “Peter… I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought....”Peter let out a low chuckle, the sound surprising even me. He glanced at me in the mirror, amusement flickering in his eyes for a brief second before he cleared his throat. “We’ve arrived.”The upscale restaurant glowed under warm lights as Peter pulled up to the valet. He killed the engine and stepped out, walking around to open the back door for me first. I took his hand gracefully, letting him help me out of the car. My body brushed against his as I

Cerene's POV“Peter… please, dont take me to the hospital,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as he carried me through the cool evening air on the restaurant terrace. My head rested heavily against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. I let my body go completely limp in his arms, fingers clutching weakly at his shirt. The night breeze brushed over us, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne.He stopped near a quiet corner of the terrace, lowering me gently onto a wooden bench. His hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment longer than necessary, brows furrowed with genuine worry. “We’re going right now. You look too pale, Cerene. This isn’t something we should ignore.”I caught his hand before he could pull away, wrapping my fingers around his with trembling delicacy. My thumb stroked the inside of his wrist slowly, right over that sensitive spot I knew so well ...the one that always made his pulse jump.

Caroline's POV“Well, it's getting late...We better go home hubby....Cerene I hope you are feeling much better now...It must be exhausting and boring for you...you know...watching my husband and I do nothing but eat and kiss ...." I spoke softly, placing a hand on Peter's lap.“Sis....I...I ..I am fine." Cerene said softly. But her eyes said otherwise. I was even wondering how Peter never noticed her fake sympathetic look. Men....I fought the urge to roll my eyes.“Caro... Behave..." Peter whispered. But I ignored him.“Relax I am just being a wife....Isn't that what you want?“ I lowered my voice just so he could hear. I deliberately pinched his skin, I could see his eyes react to it. We look eyes for a second.But I pull my hand back.When I glance at Tyrone's table, he was still there. Paying for his bill, but I could tell his attention was on me.And when Peter forced a smile, held my chin and pulled my face back to him... He spoke again. “Eyes on me baby ...Let's go.“We stood

Caroline's POV We walked into the house. Cerene went straight to the master bedroom area. She stopped when she saw her things moved to the living room. Her dresses, bags, and other items were neatly placed on the couch and side tables. I held in my laugh. I kept my face straight and watched her reaction. Cerene’s eyes widened. She turned to Peter, her lip starting to tremble. “Peter… my things. They are not in the bedroom anymore. Why are they out here?” Her voice got higher. She sat down on the couch near her belongings and started crying softly. “I feel so unwanted. After everything today… this is too much.” Peter looked at the pile of things, then at me. His face changed. “Caro,” he said loudly, voice sharp. “What is this? You are still doing this childish game? You clearly know Cerene is delicate and needs bigger space!” I did not answer right away. Instead, I smirked a little. *How foolish my husband can be, like I even care. I yanked my hand off his arm, then I w