Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Rosemarie"Yes," Tyson said.The word dropped between us bluntly.I stared at him, my hand still gripping his fingers. "What do you mean, yes? Tyson, I'm lying in your bed. I let you carry me up here, I let you hold me, I kissed you back at the lodge until I was completely breathless... How can you honestly say I haven't let you in?"Tyson looked down at our hands, his thumb brushing slowly over my knuckles. The hard, untouchable Alpha act was completely stripped away, leaving behind just the man who had spent half a decade watching me from the shadows."How are you feeling right now, Rose?" he asked quietly, avoiding my question."I asked you first," I pushed, propping myself up higher against the pillows, ignoring the dull throb behind my left eye. "How are you feeling about us? Tell me the truth."Tyson let out a slow breath, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten. "I feel like your walls are still up, Rosemarie. You let me close, yeah. You let

RosemarieI couldn't stop shaking.Even under the heavy duvet, with the warm stone fireplace roaring across the bedroom, my hands were like ice. Knowing Marcus was out there lurking near the border meant only one thing: Rex was coming. He could show up on this doorstep at any second, demanding to drag me back into his toxic world, and just the thought made my stomach twist into painful knots.I hated him. God, I hated him so much. He was the sole reason my life was in ruins. He was the one who let his mother treat me like garbage, the one who brought a mistress into our home, the one who watched me waste away with a tumor in my skull and did nothing.If he thinks he can just show up here and drag me back by my collar, he's dead wrong, I thought, staring blindly at the wooden ceiling beams. I'm not the timid, broken girl who begged on her knees on his living room floor anymore.I had to prepare myself to face him. If Rex was going to pull up to this estate, he had better be ready for a

Rosemarie "It's not my blood, Rose," Tyson said, his voice deep and rough. "It's from those bastards who refused to step off our border."My heart did a nasty drop straight into my stomach. I swallowed hard, staring at the dark red smears drying on his torn knuckles. "They're from Rex, aren't they?"Tyson didn't sugarcoat it. His jaw locked tight, his dark eyes burning with venom. "Yeah. Men sent by your pathetic ex-husband."The words hit me like a slap. Ex-husband. Hearing Tyson say it so bluntly made everything feel final, but it also made a cold shiver run straight down my spine. Rex wasn't just sitting in his office brooding; he was actively sending his men to hunt me down."Did they say anything?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Did they say what he wants?""They didn't have to say a word, Rose." Tyson flexed his bruised knuckles, wincing slightly. "Setting up listening equipment on my border isn't a friendly visit. He's hunting for something. Probably you."I went d

Tracy slammed the door of her sedan and clicked her designer heels against the cracked, oil-stained concrete of the southern docks. The place reeked of rotting fish, rust, and stagnant water.What a filthy dump,she thought, clutching her designer handbag tightly against her ribs as she squeezed between rows of rusted shipping containers.It had taken three frustrating phone calls and fifteen minutes of arguing through bad reception just to get the exact location. The caller had directed her past the main pier, deep into the abandoned industrial yard where the streetlights were shattered and the shadows hung thick.She turned a corner near Warehouse 4. Leaning against a stack of wooden pallets was a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a dark tactical jacket. A black ballistic mask covered his entire face, leaving only a pair of cold, calculating eyes visible in the dim moonlight.Tracy stopped five feet away, folding her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently."Alright,

Tyson Seeing Rex on his knees, staring up at Rosemarie with those bloodshot, hungry eyes, made something snap violently inside my skull.He didn't look at the guards surrounding him. He didn't look at the weapons aimed at his skull. He was looking at my woman like she was still his property, like five years of neglect and abuse could be wiped away just because he managed to drag his pathetic ass to my doorstep.And then I saw Rosemarie's face.She was trembling from head to toe, her face dead white, her dark eyes wide with suffocating terror. The headache, the fear, the trauma—it was all rushing back into her eyes in a single second, completely undoing the peace I had spent days trying to build for her. That look on her face pissed me off more than Rex's entire existence.I didn't think. I moved.I stepped forward, grabbed Rex by the front of his torn suit jacket with one hand, and hauled him off the stone path like a sack of garbage. I slammed him back against the iron gate, my fing