All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Regret: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Emily. My life has been hard. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t living a hard life before I met Henry but this is more worst. Ian thankfully left after I created that plan and I haven’t been more happy to live alone but Riley wasn’t giving me the peace of mind I wanted. She’s all nagging about like an old housewife who does not get much love from her husband. She wouldn’t let me touch anything she had, according to her she wanted me to go out there in the world, work, and then bring something to the table; only then was I allowed to eat as much as I wanted. That was the most annoying thing I’ve heard, I couldn’t eat what I crave because she wasn’t as rich as Henry to provide them for me. I wouldn’t blame her though, she’s tried her best and I am so stupid to not save some money. I regret doing that right now, I’d thought I had it all—that I was going to get what I wanted so there was no need to save. But now here I am with no money, and not all those beautiful clothes I shopped for. “What?

Gwen. Henry left minutes after I helped him clean the wound he got from the right with Ryan. I kept on apologizing while cleaning the wound since this happened because of me, I know I shouldn’t blame myself as Henry said but I couldn’t help but do. I was alone in the house since Jas and Jason were still sleeping I had enough time to think, I should be in bed since it was past twelve but I couldn’t sleep. I have no reason why I wasn’t in bed at this time but I just couldn’t sleep, I tried lying on my bed but nothing. I was devoid of any sleep so I decided to stay up all night instead of trying to force myself to sleep. The kiss Henry and I shared certainly changed things in our relationship, it meant that I was willing to give him a second chance to prove himself. I just hope he wouldn’t play with my feelings again, I just hope he wouldn’t take my love for granted this time. I get it now, I now know why I couldn’t sleep. This thought has been on my mind for a long time since he le

Emily. I couldn’t help but feel giddy every single minute, in about twenty-four hours I would get my money from Henry. I would get everything he took from me and maybe even get double of it. I sang happily as soon as I was up when I was taking my bath, and when I was even eating. Riley gave me all sorts of looks since this morning but I don’t pay any mind to her. I did my thing and then waited for a report from Ian, I wanted to go with him to his ‘basement’ and be there when the little girl was brought to us but he refused to let me go with him. So I decided to wait for his call but it was taking longer than we planned, I mean how long does it take to grab a fucking four years old. I was starting to get worried and scared. What Riley said about us getting arrested began to play in my mind again and again. I shook the thought off and at that moment my phone rang. I quickly picked up the call since it was his name that showed on the screen. “Hell…”“There’s a black car parked outs

Emily. He has ruined everything, every single thing I have planned up until now. He has ruined it and he wants me to be what….excited? I never remembered asking him to help me find the dead child, he was dead to me, and still nothing is going to change that. I stared at him with anger oozing out of me as he laughed happily like he had just won a fucking lottery. “What did you do Ian?” I asked, still glaring at him. He stopped laughing and tilted his head to look at me. “I did what was right Emily. I got our son back and now we can live happily ever after,” he said and this time I was the one to laugh. I burst into loud laughter when he was done talking, he really was dreaming big. Dreaming about something that would never happen or come to pass. “You backstabbed and then you want what? You want me to be your bitch all the days of my life. I had just one wish from you, get the little girl for me, and then everything will be alright, as simple as that but you had to do something

Gwen. Three days. It has been three fucking days, three days of getting my hopes crushed again and again. Three days of hearing the same thing over and over again from the cops, they weren’t giving me productive information and I was getting tired of hearing their motto of them doing their best again and again. I wanted to hear something that would bring my Jason back, something about finding out where they took him not just stories. I haven’t been able to do anything for those three days, I mean what can I do when my little boy was out there for three days? I don’t know if they are feeding him properly, or if he was having his bath. Since he started living with me he hates anything dirt on his body, I remember the last time we almost had a little fight when I didn’t bathe him on time. I hope he is doing well. “Aren’t you going to eat something?” I didn’t bother to turn since I already knew who was standing there. “You should know that you are a mother and you need to be strong