All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosemarie’s POV "I am truly sorry, Rosemarie, but you have missed the best window for surgery."The doctor's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. I sat on the hard plastic chair in the pack clinic, staring at the dust floating through the sterile light. He kept talking, throwing out medical terms that felt like heavy stones landing on my chest.Late stage. Brain tumor. Aggressive growth."Is there really nothing we can do?" I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper. "Our pack has some of the best medical equipment in the region."Dr. Evans sighed and rubbed his temples. "Equipment isn't the issue. There is no doctor in our pack with the surgical skill needed for a tumor this advanced. Even if we flew in a specialist from outside, the chances of a full recovery would still be extremely low. The surgery itself could shorten the time you have left."Time you have left.The words echoed in my head, triggering a sharp, familiar pain behind my eyes.I thanked him automatica

Rosemarie's POV The sharp smell of antiseptic was the first thing that brought me back to reality. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh white lights of a hospital room. The steady beep of a heart monitor echoed through the quiet space. I wasn't on the cold concrete porch anymore.A young girl in a simple cotton dress was sitting beside my bed. When she saw me moving, her eyes lit up with relief. It was Maya, one of the low-ranking maids who worked in the pack-house kitchen."Oh, Luna, thank goodness you're awake," Maya whispered, leaning forward. "I found you collapsed by the front door when I went to take out the trash. You weren't responding, so I panicked and called an ambulance to bring you to the town hospital."I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper. "Did... did anyone else come? Did Rex or his mother ask about me?"Maya looked down at her lap, twisting the fabric of her skirt between her fingers. She didn't need to answer. Her silence told me everyth

Rex’s POV The silence in the house was the first thing that started getting on my nerves. It had been three days since Rosemarie signed the papers, accepted the rejection, and walked out of my office. I had expected to feel relieved. I was finally free from a fated bond I never wanted. Tracy was living in the pack house with me. I had everything I had wanted for the last five years. So why the hell wasn't I happy? "Rex! Where are Leo’s school forms?" Helen snapped, marching into the kitchen where I was staring blankly at a cold cup of coffee. "The administration called me. His health insurance paperwork and weekly schedule are three days overdue. They're threatening to suspend his extracurricular activities." I rubbed my temples as a headache started to form. "How should I know, Mother? Ask Leo." "He's seven, Rex! He doesn't know where his legal documents are!" she scolded, throwing her hands into the air. "Rosemarie always handled this. Now the school won't stop calling me,

Rosemarie Two days had passed since I stepped into Tyson’s penthouse, and for the first time in five years, my world didn't feel like a endless storm of criticism and crushing pressure. It was surreal how quickly the human mind could adapt to safety when given a chance. I wasn't waking up to the demanding voice of Helen shouting instructions up the stairs, nor was I bracing myself for Rex’s cold indifference or Chloe’s petty sneers. I was just... existing. And Tyson had made that transition look effortless.He didn't treat me like an invalid, nor did he look at me with that suffocating pity that usually made my skin crawl in the pack clinic. He didn't hover over me like a shadow or handle me as if I were made of glass, waiting to shatter at the slightest touch. Instead, he treated me with a a level of respect that made me feel like an actual human being again, rather than a broken tool that had outlived its usefulness.Yesterday morning, a personal stylist and a team from a five sta

RexThe plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room felt like torture devices. I couldn't sit still for more than five seconds before my legs forced me back onto my feet. Back and forth, back and forth, I paced the narrow corridor, the squeak of my leather boots against the tile echoing like a countdown in my head.Every minute felt like an eternity. Images of Leo clutching his throat, wheezing for air while his little face swelled up, kept flashing behind my eyelids. If I had been ten minutes later... if the traffic on the main strip had been jammed... I couldn't even finish the thought. My stomach churned with a sickening blend of terror and self-loathing. After what felt like a lifetime—half an hour of agony—the swinging double doors finally pushed open.The doctor pulled off his surgical mask, looking worn out but calm. "Alpha Rex?"I practically lunged toward him. "How is he? Is he breathing? Is my son okay?""He's going to be fine," the doctor said, holding up a hand to ease m