All Chapters of His regret started after I left : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Calista's POV The second I heard the voice of that woman in there laughing with Gerald, my husband, my heart sunk to my stomach and anger roiled in my chest.I didn't care if he wanted to sleep around, but he could at least have the decency to do it secretly, not here where all his workers can see and hear all that's going on because soon they'll tell a friend who would tell a friend and before you know what's happening, it's all over the internet. He definitely didn't want that because he's told me a million times and his dad had told me ten million times.“You'll tell my husband that I want to see him right now. Since he has no shame to be doing whatever he's doing in there.” I snapped at the guy that was standing in front of my face, trying to block me from going on. “And I'm going in there, no matter how it takes. I'll either go around you or go through you, and you'll be very surprised at how strong I am, darling.” I palmed his cheek, giving him a smile I hoped was scary enough.

Gerald’s POVShe actually left.No argument.No tears.No accusations.She didn’t even ask me to reconsider.She simply signed the papers, packed her things, and walked out of the house we’d shared for three years as though she had already accepted that I was no longer part of her life.I stood there long after the front door closed.The silence that followed was strange.Too sudden.Too complete.For three years, there had always been some evidence of Calista in this house. Her footsteps on the stairs. The sound of dishes in the kitchen. Her music playing somewhere in the background. The occasional laugh when she found something amusing and assumed I was interested enough to listen.Now there was nothing.I looked down at the divorce papers in my hand.Signed.Final.Free.That was what I had wanted.Wasn’t it?I had spent the past few days thinking about Ophelia, about everything we’d once been, about the years we’d lost because of what happened between us.And now Calista was gone.

GERALD My hands began to tremble as I continued scrolling, and then I came across one photograph that made something inside me break in a way I couldn’t explain.She wasn’t merely kissing him in that picture; she was looking at him with an expression I had spent weeks convincing myself she still reserved for me. There was affection in her eyes, along with a tenderness that made it painfully obvious she wanted him.Perhaps she even loved him.My chest tightened until I struggled to draw a proper breath, and although my assistant seemed to be saying something beside me, his voice faded into the background as my mind dragged me back to the past.Years ago, I had stood in almost the same position after discovering that Ophelia had cheated on me for the first time, and I remembered the humiliation, the anger, and the devastation that had followed me long after she was gone.I remembered promising myself that I would never allow her to hurt me that way again, yet there I was, staring at an

Three Years LaterCalista’s POVThe first thing I learned after leaving Gerald was that heartbreak did not kill me, although it tried. There were days when getting out of bed felt like dragging myself through wet cement and days when I would wake up and forget for a few precious seconds that I was no longer Mrs. Deneuve, only to remember everything all over again.There were nights I stared at the ceiling until sunrise because my mind refused to stop replaying that day, including the divorce papers, his face, and his voice telling me to sign them.And the worst part wasn’t that Gerald had stopped loving me; it was that I’d finally realized he’d never loved me the way I’d wanted him to.Or so I thought.For a long time, I hated myself for loving him because I hated that I’d spent three years learning a man who had never asked me to, and I hated every breakfast I’d made, every shirt I’d ironed, and every little thing I’d remembered. I hated the way I’d waited for him to come home, and I

CalistaI kept smiling until I was certain Gerald could no longer see me.Only then did I allow my shoulders to relax.God, I hated that man.No, that wasn’t entirely true. If I hated him, perhaps seeing him again wouldn’t have hurt so much. Hatred was clean and simple. It gave you something solid to hold on to.What I felt for Gerald was an old wound I had spent three years teaching myself not to touch, and he had managed to find it with a few ordinary words.You’re looking well.Seriously?After everything he had done, after the way he had handed me divorce papers as though I were an inconvenience he could finally remove from his life, that was what he had to say?I had imagined seeing him again more times than I cared to admit. In some versions, I confronted him and demanded to know why I had never been enough. In others, I walked past him without giving him so much as a glance, proving that he no longer mattered.I had promised myself that if we ever met again, I would feel nothin