Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

RosemarieI couldn’t stay locked inside that bedroom for another second. The four walls felt like they were slowly closing in on me, suffocating me, trapping me inside my own chaotic thoughts.I unlocked the deadbolt, the metal clicking loudly in the quiet corridor, and pushed the door open.The pack house was silent. Most of the warriors were out on perimeter patrol, and the few maids cleaning the lower steps froze when they saw me, bowing their heads with nervous, quiet respect. I didn't acknowledge anyone. I just needed space. I needed room to breathe without feeling like a prisoner on death row.I slipped out through the side terrace doors, stepping onto the stone path that wound behind the main estate.The secluded gardens at the back of the territory were peaceful and quiet. Towering pine trees blocked out the noise from the training grounds, their dark branches swaying gently in the cool mountain breeze. Wild hydrangeas and pale mountain roses lined the gravel trail, and the ea

Rosemarie I had been so ready to shut Tyson out completely.I was ready to turn around, walk up those stairs, and ignore him until my head stopped pounding and the ringing in my ears faded away. But hearing him lay everything out—hearing that he actually came to me first, that he talked to me before making any wild moves with Rex's offer—made the tight knot in my ribs loosen just a little.Rex would have never done that. Rex would have made the executive decision, barked orders at the guards, and expected me to clap my hands and fall in line.Tyson was different. Even when his pride was on the line, even when his feral wolf was screaming bloody murder over another male encroaching on his land, he still brought the choice straight to my feet."I want Leo here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but steady enough to carry through the quiet kitchen. "I want my baby boy, Tyson. I miss him so much it feels like my chest is being torn open every time I take a breath."Tyson’s dark e

RexWandering the lower corridors with the two northern guards breathing down my neck wasn’t that stressful, all things considered. They didn’t push me or shove their batons into my bruised ribs. They just walked two paces behind me, silent and watching my every breath.The real torment was being locked out of the rest of the estate.Every time I even glanced toward the grand staircase that led to the upper master suite, the guards’ hands dropped straight to the holstered weapons at their hips. They wouldn’t let me take a single step up there. They wouldn’t let me see Rosemarie, and it was driving me insane.I leaned against the stone railing of the rear terrace, staring out at the expansive gardens, letting out a rough, self-deprecating scoff.Look at you, I thought, shaking my head at my own reflection in the terrace glass. Alpha Rex, acting like a meek, obedient prisoner in another male’s fortress.I couldn’t believe how calm, docile, and frankly stupid I had become over the last f

RexEvery second ticking by on the hall clock felt like someone was dragging a dull blade across my ribs.I leaned against the cold stone pillar in the lower reception gallery, my arms crossed tightly over my chest to keep my hands from shaking. The two northern guards were still standing three paces behind me, stiff as statues, their hands resting on their holstered weapons. I didn’t give a damn about them. All I could think about was Rosemarie up on the top floor.Did the maid actually give it to her? Did she open it? Or did she just throw it straight into the fire without reading a single word?The uncertainty was eating me alive. I had poured every ounce of my bleeding, pathetic pride onto that piece of paper. I had called myself a coward—because I was one. I had begged her to come home for the sake of our son. If she read it, what was she thinking right now? Was she softening? Was she crying, remembering the years before everything went to hell, remembering that we were supposed

RosemarieFor a few golden hours, the nightmare that had swallowed my life simply melted away.Sitting on the thick, cream-colored rug by the bedroom hearth, watching Leo build lopsided wooden towers out of cedar blocks while Martha helped him balance the top pieces, my chest felt lighter than it had in months. Leo's bright, toothy grin, the sound of his little belly laughs bouncing off the stone walls, and the pure, innocent joy of having his small body leaning against my side was like medicine to my battered soul.Martha had brought up a silver tray loaded with hot cocoa, sweet cream biscuits, and warm apple tarts. We took silly bites, laughed until our cheeks burned, and Martha told Leo ridiculous folktales about mischievous forest foxes that made his eyes widen with wide-eyed wonder.For the first time since I stepped foot on Tyson's mountain, I wasn't an ailing woman on the edge of a grave. I was just Leo's mother.This is what life is supposed to feel like, I thought, smiling as