All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tyson Pulling my mouth away from hers took every single drop of self-control I had in my body.My chest was heaving, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I was sure she could feel it through our clothes. The taste of her was still on my lips—sweet, salty from her tears, and totally addictive. I wanted to drag her back down onto the mattress, wrap myself around her, and never let the outside world touch her again. I wanted to drown in her.But I forced myself to stop. I had to.When I leaned back, Rosemarie didn't drop her hands. Her small fingers stayed hooked right into the front of my shirt, twisting the fabric like she was holding onto a life raft in the middle of a storm. She didn't say a single word. She just looked up at me in the dark, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her dark eyes were wide, glassy with fresh tears, practically screaming at me not to let go. She was begging for me without making a sound, asking me to keep kissing her, to keep provi

RexThe shrill ping of my phone broke through the dead silence of the dining room. I didn't even want to look at the screen. For the past week, every single notification had been a fresh disaster—another border patrol complaint, another delayed shipment, or another sharp reprimand from the elders.I picked up the device with my fingers.Emergency Council Assembly. Grand Chamber. 10:00 AM sharp. Your physical presence is strictly mandatory, Alpha.It was signed by Elder Vance.I let out a long, ragged breath, staring at the text until the screen went black. I already knew what this was about. The council was sick of the chaos. They were furious about the pack house falling apart, furious about Leo ending up in the emergency room, and furious that the Luna’s seat was vacant while the Alpha was running around like a headless chicken. They were probably gathering to demand an official sanction, or worse, to strip parts of my administrative authority until I got my household in order."Let

Rosemarie's POV I woke up with the morning sun spilling across the bed, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, there was no suffocating dread pressing down on my chest.No pounding migraine ripping through my skull. No bitter mother-in-law banging on my bedroom door to scream about unwashed laundry. Just a strange, bubbling warmth rising up from deep inside me. I sat up on the soft mattress, stretched my arms over my head, and actually laughed out loud. I was happy. Genuinely happy.I slipped out of bed, threw on a loose knit sweater, and walked down the wide hallway toward the main floor. The pack house was already waking up, with guards changing shifts near the foyer and maids dusting the mahogany banisters. But the moment their eyes landed on me, every single one of them stopped. Their expressions instantly turned into masks of concern, like they were looking at a ghost who might crumble into dust if they spoke too loud.I was sick of that look. I was sick of every

RosemarieI knew exactly who he was.The scar slicing through his left eyebrow, the rigid military posture, the dark leather jacket with the silver crescent crest—there was no mistaking him. It was Marcus. Rex’s personal Beta, his most trusted enforcer, and the shadow who never took a single breath without Rex’s direct command.The moment my eyes locked onto his face, my entire body betrayed me.A sharp, violent pain tore through the left side of my skull, so sudden and agonizing that the green forest blurred into a sickening smear of dark colors. My vision doubled, the bright morning light turning into stabbing needles behind my eyes. The ground beneath my boots felt like it was crumbling away, tilting sideways. Nausea surged up my throat, hot and bitter.I stumbled backward against the cold boulder, my fingers digging into Tyson’s jacket to keep from collapsing on the pine needles."Rose?" Tyson’s voice cut through the high-pitched ringing in my ears. His arm instantly wrapped aroun

RexI kicked the front door open so hard the wood bounced off the wall with a deafening bang."Rex! What on earth is wrong with you?" my mother shrieked from the dining room, dropping a silver fork onto her plate. "Are you trying to tear this house down brick by brick?""Shut up, Mother! Just shut your damn mouth for once!" I roared, tearing off my suit jacket and hurling it across the foyer.My voice tore through the entire ground floor like a thunderclap. In the corner by the living room couch, Leo froze. His eyes went wide, swimming with terror, and before I could even take a breath to dial down the Alpha aura rolling off me in suffocating waves, my seven-year-old son burst into hysterical sobs. He scrambled off the rug, his little sneakers squeaking violently against the hardwood, and bolted straight up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door shut."Look what you've done!" Helen shouted, rising from the table, her hands trembling with outrage. "He just got out of the hospital, Rex!