All Chapters of When My Husband Regretted : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

_________________..."I didn't do it!" Ophelia yelled. "For the umpteenth time, I am telling you, Rowan, that I didn't do it!" Ophelia was repeating the same words like a parrot. Any more, and I would actually believe her. But I knew better than that. "You tell me I was getting everything I wanted while blackmailing you. Why would I throw my trump card away?" "Because what you actually wanted was me. And for that, Rory and I needed to get divorced." I told her, and she was silent. She knew it was true. "Now you have gained that. Rory gave me a divorce, so don't tell me what to believe and what not to." There was no use. The truth coming out was the problem, not who leaked it. There was nothing to gain by bringing to Rory, whoever revealed everything to the media. The damage was done. The divorce was done. There was no going back on that. Now, I needed to focus on getting my wife back. She may not be my wife on paper, but she would always be my wife to me. "Rowan, she is not w

_________________..."What?" Zoe was standing on the bed. It was late at night and instead of our previous plan to dine out and sleep in, all the girls were in my bedroom, eating pizza and talking shit. "No way in hell did he have the audacity to say that!" She screeched. "But he did." I pointed out. I said, taking a bite of the breadstick that came with the pizza. It was the most delicious thing I have ever tried and I strongly believed my pregnancy had something to do with me liking it so much because I have had this breadstick from this joint plenty of times before. Just never was I pregnant when I tried it before. "Okay okay so let me get this straight!" Bianca joined Zoe as she stood up on the bed too. "So according to Rowan, you set him up. You are the one who leaked to the press those pictures which inevitably had you guys bound in that shipwreck of marriage. You." "Exactly." I nodded. "Who does he think he is? David Beckham? Tom Cruise?" Zoe was raging. "Let's not brin

_________________..."Gabby?" All three of us girls turned to him with our eyebrows raised and he looked at Zoe and me like a deer caught in headlights. "What are you doing here, friend?" Zoe stressed on the word friend as she crossed her arms across her chest, raising her brows. He let out a sigh. "I need to talk to Gabby, you guys." Gabby threw the blanket off of her and hopped out of bed. I glared at Eric when I saw his eyes visibly darken at the flimsy outfit that my sister had on. "I don't want to speak to you, Eric. I think it's better we leave things as we have ended it." "But you won't even listen to what I have to say." He stepped in front of her when she tried to leave the room. "Do you love me?" She asked. "Damn!" Zoe whispered as she stepped closer to me. "What?" He looked dumbfounded, as if it was not the problem between them in the first place."Do you love me?" She repeated the question. This time, the silence was deafening. "Now it's you who have stopped

___________________...I laughed at the third inappropriate moan that my wife let out ever since we sat down on one of the park benches and she started digging into her hash browns which she has been calling hash brownies. I suppressed a smile. I had googled what hash brownies and did not think my wife would be happy if she found out what those meant."Why do you call them hash 'brownies' though?" I asked her, using the side of my hand to wipe away some sauce from the side of her lips. I licked my hand clean. Rory paused for a moment, her gaze on my action. I cleared my throat when I realised it was not the most appropriate thing to do for an ex-husband. But then again, one, I was never able to be appropriate around her. And two, everyone knew I was not okay with this divorce and was trying to win her back. The fact that she did not actively refute my advances gave me some hope and motivation. She shrugged. "I know it's hash browns. But it's just a family thing. As a child, th

__________________________...I had not started to show yet. I knew that because I was only twelve weeks along. But I enjoyed holding my belly out and pretending to be six months pregnant. I let out a chuckle to myself as I poked at my belly. "Someone's in a good mood." My smile disappeared as soon as I heard Rowan's voice. I looked up at him as he walked over to my desk. "What are you doing here?" I asked as if I did not know. Any day I had shown up at the office after I moved out, he would also be over by lunch time to ask me out for lunch citing reasons of wanting to spend time with his children. "My girls having fun today?" He completely disregarded my earlier question and sat down on the chair opposite mine. I gave him a warning glare. "My boy is going to be so offended when he finds out his father was expecting both girls." I pointed out. "Dad. Not father. Dad. There's a huge difference." I paused for a moment but nodded. He was right. There was indeed a huge differen