All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RosemarieI made sure not to let a single trace of my internal panic show on my face. I buried the dread deep down, smoothed out the tension in my shoulders, and gave Tyson a firm nod. He was giving me an out, giving me total control over my choices for the first time in my life, and I refused to let my lingering trauma turn me back into a hesitant, trembling coward. I was leaving the past behind, one step at a time.I stepped into the private elevator alongside him, taking his hand as we descended into the quiet underground parking garage.Tyson hadn't just organized a simple car ride; he had arranged a discreet, highly coordinated convoy. When we reached the lower level, a sleek black SUV was idling near the exit, while a secondary vehicle sat right behind it. Tyson brought along two of the omegas who had helped me get dressed—to ensure I had personal assistance whenever we stopped—along with his personal beta, Marcus's counterpart in Tyson’s structure, and two elite pack guards for

Rosemarie"I never really had to shift," I said softly, my eyes tracing the dark line of pine trees passing outside the window. "Our pack was peaceful. Aside from the internal problems with Rex’s family and the daily household drama, we didn't have border wars or rogue attacks. There was never an urgent need for me to step into my wolf form."I turned my head toward Tyson, leaning back against the plush leather seat. "Why do you ask?"Tyson kept his hands firm on the steering wheel, his dark eyes reflecting the shadows of the thick forest surrounding the mountain highway. He let out a slow breath through his nose before answering."Because you might need your wolf's strength to endure the tumor," Tyson said, his voice dropping into a serious, guarded register. "A werewolf’s natural resilience and physical power are tethered directly to the strength of their beast. Right now, your wolf is dormant, locked away behind years of emotional exhaustion and physical neglect. Without that conne

Rosemarie The refreshing mountain air hit my lungs the second I stepped onto the porch. The soothing air was sharp and cold enough to wake up every sleeping cell in my body. Overnight, the valley had been dusted with a light, sparkling frost that made the pine needles glisten under the pale morning sun.Tyson was already waiting near the edge of the tree line, dressed in a dark hunting jacket that broadened his shoulders even more than usual. Standing beside him were two local men from the village. They didn't look any familiar considering I hadn't been here before. They were ttall, broad-shouldered hunters carrying heavy traditional bows and leather quivers slung across their backs."Morning, Ruby," Tyson said softly, using the nickname his family had called me years ago before I abandoned them for Rex. The sound of it coming from his lips sent a strange, warm prickle down my spine. "Sleep well?""Better than I have in a long time," I admitted, stepping down the wooden stairs. I loo

Rosemarie I didn't know what to make of Jonas's words, but my heart certainly did."Anyone with eyes can see it," his voice echoed in my head over and over again, competing with the rhythmic crunch of dry leaves under my boots.For the rest of the trek back to the stone lodge, my mind was a tangled mess. I kept my eyes fixed on the path ahead, but my awareness was hyper-tuned to the man walking right beside me. I watched the way Tyson moved—silent, powerful, and constantly positioned between me and the deeper, unpredictable parts of the forest. It felt like he wasn't just walking because he had to. It was more like he was walking so he could protect me. Every few minutes, his dark eyes would scan our surroundings before subtly dropping down to check on my pace, ensuring I wasn't falling behind or tiring out.Was Jonas right? Was Tyson really holding his breath every time I moved?I thought about the way he had stood behind me at the archery range, his chest warm against my back, his h

Chapter 19Tyson The cold wind bit into my face as I walked down the gravel path toward the perimeter gate, far enough away from the stone lodge so Rosemarie wouldn't hear a single word. My heart was hammering a dark, violent rhythm against my ribs.I had specifically summoned the Healer—an old, reclusive woman living in the northern forest who possessed knowledge of ancient wolf bloodlines and spiritual ailments that modern hospital machinery couldn't even detect. I had sent three of my elite scouts to bring her here under total secrecy. If anyone on this continent knew how to pull a dying wolf back from the brink of oblivion without a scalpel, it was her.She was standing near the iron gate, wrapped in a wool cloak, her gnarled hands resting on a wooden staff. Her milky, blind eyes turned toward me as my boots came to a stop in front of her."Alpha Carrillo," she rasped, her voice sounding like dry leaves scraping across stone. "You called for me with great urgency.""Skip the form