All Chapters of MY EX HUSBAND REGRET AFTER DIVORCING ME : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ariana's POV"I invited her. Do you have a problem with that?" Damian shot back, his voice edged with irritation in response to Nathan's question."Not at all. I just assumed this gathering was limited to family members. But I understand now. She's family to you too, brother.""If you're here to disrespect Ariana, you're free to leave.I reached out and touched Damian's arm. The last thing I wanted was for my worst fear to unfold tonight. Nathan could be infuriating, and if Damian allowed himself to be provoked, this would quickly turn into an ugly confrontation.I never intended to offend anyone."You're the one who misunderstood. Then Nathan turned to me, "Ariana doesn't even mind at all. Tell me, Mrs. Ariana, did I offend you in any way?I offered Nathan a smile, despite the strain it placed on my expression. I refused to let him feed his ego by seeing even the slightest hint of offense on my face.His words no longer had the power to shake me. I wanted him to see that I wasn't the

ARIANA'S POVA dull ache settled in my chest as Samantha slipped her arms around Damian's neck, while his hand rested gently on her waist.Soft, romantic music filled the room as everyone moved indoors. One by one, they began dancing with their respective partners.I never imagined that watching Damian dance with Samantha would hurt this much."Don't they look good together?" Nathan remarked as he came to stand beside me.God... I thought he'd already gone."They do.""So, you're jealous, aren't you?""What should I be, Mr. Bennett? They are just dancing.Was I jealous? Deep down, I couldn't deny it. Maybe just a little. But I had no claim on him, so I had no right to feel that way."You wish you were the one in her place. Unfortunately for you, there's someone who understands him far better than you ever could.”It wasn't surprising that Samantha knew more about Damian than I did. As his secretary, it was natural that she would be familiar with those details.You're mistaken. Samant

ARIANA'S POV"You know exactly who I am. I'm Damian's brother, yet you treat me as if I'm a ghost to Elena.Nathan paused,Unless there's another reason you're so afraid of me being around her, Ariana."Because you're my ex-husband... the man who never wanted me or the child I was carrying.You're the man I prayed I'd never have to face again. How could I not be terrified now that my worst nightmare has become reality?I pressed my lips together, holding back the truth, afraid the words would escape before I guard down."Answer me, Ariana."Drawing in a steady breath, I replied, "It's nothing more than a mother's instinct. You'll understand when you have a child of your own, Mr. Bennett.Nathan raised a brow, a hint of curiosity flickering across his face."No. I wasn't trying to say you're a threat to me or my daughter. You're right... I shouldn't have let my worries get the better of me.The weight of keeping the truth to myself was slowly wearing me down. I was exhausted from consta

ARIANA'S POVI knew this was Nathan's Plan. He must have fed Damian a distorted version of everything that happened last night."Forget about it. He's been like this since he was a kid," Nathan said after I firmly shrugged his hand away.I looked at him with a cold stare. There wasn't the slightest trace of guilt on his face."Are you happy now, Mr. Bennett?"Nathan's brows knitted together, looking genuinely puzzled by my question. But I was certain he knew exactly what I was referring to."Your being here has caused a misunderstanding between Damian and me. So I'm asking you... please leave my house."The urge I had felt to apologize disappeared without a trace. At my words, a flash of anger crossed Nathan's eyes. His jaw tightened, but I no longer cared."Your hand... You should go to the hospital and have it checked."I don't need it. My hand is fine." I cut him off. "Thank you for bringing me home last night, but now... please leave me alone. I turned to leave, but Nathan grippe

ARIANA'S POVI couldn't believe I flew to Los Angeles the very day I heard about Mr. Richard Bennett's passing. The news broke my heart.We weren't related by blood, yet losing him felt like losing someone from my own family.It's been six years since we last met, and I never got the chance to clear up the misunderstanding that separated us, and now... I would never have the opportunity to see him again."Mommy, are we going to visit Grandma and Grandpa?Elena asked as our plane took off. I leaned back, gently touching her hair, and answered,"No. We are not going to see your grandparents.Elena rarely asked about her grandparents or the rest of our family.She seemed to understand that the question affected me. Yet sometimes, like many children, she was always eager to know if we would ever visit Grandma and Grandpa someday.I couldn't help feeling disappointed in myself. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that she would never meet them."Then who are we going to visit? Why did you