All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Henry. I would have to admit that divorcing Gwen wasn’t and isn’t part of my plans for her. I wanted to make her stay in this unbearable marriage miserable for the rest of her life. If she thinks I’m someone whom she can easily manipulate and use to her advantage, then I was going to show her that Henry Baldwin isn’t one to be messed with.
But then Emily ruined that plan—well, I won’t completely call it ruined because she gave me one of the best news since we have been together for years. Turns out, Emily wanted to announce her pregnancy to Gwen the other day at the park, and it took all of my willpower not to let her blabber. 
The confusion and curiosity on Gwen’s face was one thing I loved. She was utterly curious and would want to know about something even though that particular thing was dangerous.
So, after dropping Gwen and Jas off, I drove back to Emily’s house, and that was when the real deal started. 
Emily told me about her being pregnant with my child. Was I elated or sh

Gwen.I stepped into the kitchen and met Jasmine sitting on the kitchen island, waiting for her father. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw me.“Are you here to make the pancakes for me, Mommy?” she asked. Though I was a bit caught off guard, I answered.“Yes, baby,” I beamed.I didn't know anything about making pancakes for her, but I was sure that's why Henry came out from the kitchen without Jasmine. I walked towards the fridge and pulled it open, hoping I had some strawberry jam, but cursed my luck because there was nothing in there. And one thing about Jasmine and her pancakes was that she only ate them when there was strawberry jam.I closed the fridge and looked at her; she was already staring at me, anticipating.“So…there is no jam, baby,” her face fell, lips pouted in a cute way.Quickly, I added, “Do you want some spaghetti, baby? I made some last night?” I asked, knowing fully well she wouldn't say no as long as it was spaghetti.I watched amused as she placed her finger on

Gwen. 
The slap I gave him did nothing to hide my pain, anger, and resentment towards him. He was nothing but an asshole who thinks the whole world should be under his feet because he had money. Well, screw him and his money. 
“What the fuck did you just do, Gwen?” he growled, and I didn't bother backing out or showing any sign of being scared. 
“And I will do that again and again if you don't tell me that what you just said was a lie and a fucking prank, Henry,” I screamed.
My hands went up to my hair, and I tugged at it… hard. I didn't bother considering how painful it was going to be. All I wanted at the moment was to hear Henry tell me that this was a joke. That him telling me I signed the termination of parental rights was a lie, and every other thing was a damn fucking lie.
I don't care if he moves on with the divorce, hell, I would gladly divorce him a million times if I have my Jasmine by my side. 
“Tell me that what you've just said is one big lie! There's no way I woul

Gwen. “Gwen!!” His voice reverberated in the living room, and my heart stopped beating. My breathing stopped as I counted from one to three. In my mind, I pray for Henry not to lash out at me. “Where do you think you're taking my child to Gwen?” He yelled. Slowly I turned and truly he was mad….no he looked super mad. I hugged Jasmine tighter for my comfort, she also held me close much to my relief. “I’m taking my child out from this home Henry,” I said trying to make my voice sound as firm as I could. Even though my inside was all shaky and mushy. He glared at me and my eyes connected with the phone that was still hanging on his hand. ‘Was he still on a call with his mistress?’ Feeling my gaze on the phone in his hand, he mumbled something I couldn’t hear before putting the phone down. After that, he made his way to me and I took conscious steps back. “You aren’t taking my daughter out of my house Gwen. This is her house and she belongs here!” I shook my head frantically. “

Gwen. While the men were dragging me out I d I’d not bother struggling or even call Henry for his intervention, and even when I was out of the mansion with my bags thrown at me like I was a slave being tossed out I didn’t call for Henry’s help again. I knew it was over, I knew any of that would be a waste of time. I knew calling and hoping on him would be like hoping for rain to fall when it’s winter. It sounds bizarre that the one person I could die for would do this to me. I still couldn’t believe it, it all still feels like a damn dream to me. I slumped on the ground beside the gate as I stared at the mansion in a daze. I still find it hard to believe that this was happening, that my child was no longer with me. Someone whom I have adored and loved my whole life was taken from me by someone whom I call my love. The love of my life, I snorted. What an irony!With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touche