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THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER NINE
Chapter Nine Michael leaned against the plush headboard of the bed, his gaze fixed on Wanda as she sat quietly by the vanity. The tension from Martha’s unexpected visit lingered in the air like an unwelcome guest, casting a shadow over the morning that was supposed to be filled with new beginnings. Michael knew he needed to break the silence, to reclaim the moment that had been lost. “Wanda,” he said softly, moving closer to her. She glanced up, her eyes guarded and distant. “I know this hasn’t been easy. The wedding, the changes, everything… I just want us to be happy. To make this work.” Wanda offered a faint smile, though it wavered at the edges. She could feel the sincerity in Michael’s words, but the images of Anderson, the turmoil of her past, still lingered just beneath the surface. She nodded, trying to push the unease aside. “I’m trying, Michael,” she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and hesitation. “I really am.” Michael reached out, taking her hand in his.
Last Updated : 2024-09-04THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TEN
Chapter Ten Wanda woke with a start, her body drenched in a cold sweat. She sat up quickly, a wave of nausea crashing over her as the room spun around her. Her head pounded, each throb echoing like a drumbeat in her ears. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile from rising, but the churning in her stomach wouldn’t be ignored. She stumbled out of bed, her hands trembling as she fumbled for balance. “What is happening to me?” she mumbled to herself, her voice weak and strained. She clutched her stomach, the sick feeling intensifying with each step. Desperation clawed at her as she searched for someone—anyone—who could help, but the suite was empty, Michael long gone. Wanda's breath hitched as another wave of dizziness hit her. She leaned against the cool marble wall, her vision blurring at the edges. She had never felt like this before, her body betraying her with every movement. Panic set in as she realized there was no one nearby; she was alone, and she had to find help before
Last Updated : 2024-09-05THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chapter ElevenThe resort was alive with music and laughter as the night party got into full swing. Bright lights danced across the manicured lawns, casting vibrant hues over the throngs of guests who swayed to the rhythmic beats. The air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the lingering aroma of tropical flowers, creating an atmosphere that buzzed with energy and excitement.Wanda stood near the bar, nursing a glass of champagne as she watched the crowd. She had agreed to come to the party with Michael, hoping that a night of dancing and celebration might ease the lingering tension between them. But despite the lively surroundings, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest. She glanced around, searching for Michael, but he was nowhere to be seen.Michael, meanwhile, was caught in a different kind of swirl. He moved through the party with a drink in hand, the alcohol loosening his muscles and dulling the edges of his earlier frustrations. He ne
Last Updated : 2024-09-05THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWELVE
Chapter Twelve Wanda stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she felt Michael’s warm touch tracing the curves of her body. He was gentle, his fingertips brushing over her skin with the kind of intimacy that made her heart quicken. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to relax into his embrace, her mind drifting away from the recent tensions and the misunderstandings that had clouded their honeymoon. Michael’s lips pressed against her neck, trailing soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Wanda turned to face him, her breath hitching as his hands roamed over her, pulling her closer. There was a hunger in his touch, a need that he was trying to communicate through the delicate caresses and the heat of his skin against hers. Wanda’s body responded instinctively, her own desire flaring as she let Michael guide her. Their movements were slow at first, tentative, as if testing the waters of their fragile connection. But just as things began to heat up, Wanda’s stoma
Last Updated : 2024-09-06THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chapter Thirteen Wanda stepped out of the hospital, the cold London air hitting her like a wall. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just learned. Five weeks pregnant. The truth settled heavily in her chest: she was carrying Anderson’s child. The realization was both a balm and a burden, offering clarity yet stirring a new storm of emotions. She knew the timing perfectly. She hadn’t been with Michael, not truly, and her failed attempts at intimacy with him only confirmed what she already understood deep down. This baby was Anderson’s, a lingering piece of a life she thought she had left behind but was now more entwined with her present than ever. As she walked through the bustling streets of London, Wanda’s mind replayed the moment in the hospital over and over. She thought about Anderson, his desperation to keep her, his misguided love, and all the pain that had driven them apart. And now, here she was, carrying his child, an
Last Updated : 2024-09-07THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chapter Fourteen The return to London had done little to ease the tension between Michael and Wanda. If anything, the distance they hoped to escape during their ill-fated honeymoon had only grown wider. Michael’s mood had darkened since they got back, his temper flaring at the slightest inconvenience. Wanda felt as though she was constantly walking on eggshells, her every move scrutinized and criticized by the man she had thought she could start over with. It was a crisp, gray morning when Wanda decided to make breakfast, hoping to bridge the gap between them with a small act of care. She moved quietly through the kitchen, her movements slow and deliberate as she prepared a simple meal. She hoped that the gesture would soften Michael’s demeanor, even if only a little. As the smell of eggs and toast filled the air, Wanda set the table carefully, arranging the plates and silverware with a precision that belied her anxiety. She glanced at the clock, her nerves buzzing as she heard Mic
Last Updated : 2024-09-07THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Chapter Fifteen Wanda stared at the cold, untouched dinner in front of her. The pasta that she had so meticulously prepared now sat in stark contrast to the empty seat where Michael should have been. She could still hear the echo of the door slamming behind him, a sharp reminder of his latest outburst. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional clink of cutlery as Wanda absentmindedly pushed her food around her plate. She couldn’t remember the last time she and Michael had shared a meal without it ending in an argument or icy silence. What had happened to the man who had once promised her the world? The man who had vowed to cherish and protect her, who had looked into her eyes with such sincerity and assured her that they would build a life together, no matter what challenges came their way? Wanda rubbed her temples, the beginnings of a headache forming as she thought back to those promises. They felt like a lifetime ago, buried under the weight of all
Last Updated : 2024-09-08THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Chapter Sixteen Anderson sat at the head of the long, polished boardroom table, his expression a mask of simmering frustration. The room was filled with the murmurs of the board members, their whispered conversations barely masking their dissent. Anderson knew that his grip on the company was slipping—his distracted leadership and the personal issues that had leaked into his professional life had given his opponents all the ammunition they needed. "Mr. Anderson, we've reviewed the latest quarterly reports," said one of the board members, a stern-faced man who rarely missed an opportunity to challenge Anderson’s authority. “The numbers are down across all major sectors. We’re seeing a decline in both market share and investor confidence.” Anderson clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he listened. “I’m aware of the numbers,” he said tersely. “And I’m working on a strategy to turn things around.” The board member wasn’t convinced. “With all due respect, Anderson, we’ve heard that
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Chapter Thirty-Two **At Anderson’s House…** Agnes paced back and forth in the lavish living room, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew she had to move quickly if she wanted to secure her position and ensure Anderson remained powerless. Now that she had control of his company, she needed to solidify her hold over him in a more personal way—by making him marry her. It was a risk, but Agnes had always thrived on calculated risks. She glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that Anderson would be home soon. She needed to come up with a plan that would leave him with no choice, a scenario that would push him to the brink and force him to take the only option she offered. An idea formed in her mind—a scenario so unexpected, so perfectly crafted, that Anderson would have no way out. When Anderson finally arrived, his face was drawn, his eyes clouded with exhaustion and disbelief from the recent events. He barely acknowledged Agnes as he tossed his keys on the table and collapsed
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Chapter Thirty-One Wanda lay unconscious in the hospital bed, the room filled with the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the quiet hum of the machines keeping her stabilized. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead cast a pale glow across her face, highlighting her closed eyes and the faint bruises on her neck where Michael's hands had been. Michael sat in a chair beside her, his leg bouncing with nervous energy. His eyes were fixed on her face, a mixture of anger and frustration playing across his features. He had expected to feel relieved seeing her alive and breathing, but instead, a seething bitterness welled up inside him. The memory of their fight replayed in his mind, and instead of feeling guilt, he felt a surge of resentment. “Why do you make everything so difficult, Wanda?” he muttered under his breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Why can’t you just do as you’re told
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER THIRTY
Chapter Thirty Wanda’s heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the streets, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew she didn’t have much time before Michael realized she was gone. Her mind raced with only one thought—she needed to get back to the house, grab her things, and disappear before he could find her again. She made it to the house in record time, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the door. She slipped inside, listening carefully for any sound that might signal Michael’s return. The house was eerily quiet, the only noise her own breathing, heavy and frantic. She rushed up the stairs to their bedroom, her heart racing as she grabbed a small suitcase from the closet. Wanda quickly threw in a few pieces of clothing, toiletries, and any cash she had hidden away. Her hands moved fast, adrenaline fueling her every motion. She was almost done, almost ready to leave, when she heard the sound of a car door slamming outs
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Chapter Twenty-Nine The dim room was silent after the chaotic confrontation. Michael's hand trembled slightly as he let go of Wanda's wrist, his eyes still locked on hers. He could feel the fire of defiance in her gaze, a challenge that both infuriated and intrigued him. Martha’s grip on his arm tightened, trying to pull him back, to calm the storm that was raging inside him. "Michael," Martha whispered, her voice low and steady. "You need to control yourself. This isn't helping." Michael turned sharply to Martha, irritation flickering across his face. "You don’t tell me what to do," he snapped, but his voice lacked its usual conviction. Wanda’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched them. She could feel Michael's conflicted emotions, the tension between his need for control and his uncertainty about what to do next. She knew she had to act quickly before his rage solidified again. “Martha, just leave,” W
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Chapter Twenty-Eight The room felt colder than before, the walls closing in on Wanda as she sat on the floor, trying to calm her trembling body. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts—frantic and jumbled—as she listened to the muffled sounds of Michael’s footsteps outside the door. She knew she couldn’t stay here much longer. The small, windowless room felt like a cage, and Michael was the captor who held the key. She glanced around, looking for anything she could use—a weapon, a tool, something that might give her a fighting chance. Her eyes landed on a broken piece of wood in the corner, part of an old chair that had been left to rot. She crawled over to it, her hands trembling as she picked it up, feeling its weight in her hands. “Stay calm, Wanda,” she whispered to herself. “Stay calm and wait for the right moment.” She knew that Michael wouldn’t leave her alone for long. He thrived on control, on making her feel small
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Chapter Twenty-Seven Wanda awoke to the sound of footsteps pacing back and forth outside her bedroom door. Her heart quickened, a familiar dread settling into the pit of her stomach. She knew it was Michael—knew the sound of his agitated steps like the back of her hand. She remained still, her breath shallow, hoping that if she didn’t make a noise, he would pass by and leave her in peace. But the footsteps stopped abruptly, and the door swung open with a sharp creak. Michael stood in the doorway, his expression severe, his eyes hard and scrutinizing. “Get up,” he ordered, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Wanda swallowed, slowly sitting up. “What’s wrong?” she asked cautiously. Michael didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to the window, yanking the curtains open to let in a harsh stream of sunlight. “I need you to come with me,” he said finally, his tone brokering no argument. “We have somew
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Chapter Twenty-Six The days that followed Wanda’s shocking discovery blurred into one another, each one darker and more oppressive than the last. Michael’s behavior toward her had taken on a new level of cruelty, his tone sharp and his gaze cold whenever they crossed paths in the house. He had always been distant, but now, his indifference had turned into a deliberate attempt to break her spirit. Wanda felt trapped, her growing pregnancy making her more vulnerable with each passing day. She could feel the life growing inside her, a small flutter that reminded her of the tiny heartbeat that would soon be born into a world that seemed increasingly hostile. The baby was supposed to be a source of joy, but now it felt like another chain binding her to Michael’s tyranny. One morning, as Wanda stood by the kitchen counter, trying to prepare breakfast, she heard Michael’s footsteps approaching from behind. Her body tensed, her hands trembling sl
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chapter Twenty-Five **At the Office…** Anderson sat at the head of the conference table, his expression focused and determined. Across from him, the representatives from NovaTech and several other board members were seated, all eyes fixed on the final documents that lay before them. The room buzzed with the tension of the moment, the air thick with anticipation. Agnes sat beside Anderson, her face a picture of poise and confidence. She had guided him to this point with precision, orchestrating every move, every negotiation, to align with her hidden agenda. Now, as the final signatures were set to be made, she felt the thrill of success pulsing through her veins. "Alright," Anderson said, taking a deep breath as he glanced around the room. "I think we’ve covered all the points. If everyone’s in agreement, we can move forward and sign." The NovaTech representative nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "We’re r
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Chapter Twenty-Four Michael’s grip on Wanda’s arm was tight as he dragged her out of the car and into the house. His jaw was set in a hard line, his eyes filled with fury as they crossed the threshold. Wanda stumbled slightly, her arm aching from where Michael had held her too tightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to keep up with his furious pace. As soon as the front door slammed shut behind them, Michael spun around to face her, his eyes blazing with anger. “What the hell was that, Wanda?” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “What were you doing with him? Are you trying to humiliate me?” Wanda flinched at the volume of his voice, her heart pounding in her chest. “Michael, please… I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over his shouting. “I just ran into Anderson at the hospital. He was being kind… he was only comforting me.” “Comforting you?” Michael sneered, his
