All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND’S REMORSE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RONAN I saw Belle’s eyes panicked as she stared at her own father. Anxiety and fear were running inside her for what her father would say.“One more word and you will pay for it, Mr. Volkov.” He sternly said. Rage was through his eyes.My brows furrowed as I stared at him, with full intent. His fury was pure and I felt like he was taken aback by what I said.“Father–”“I apologize, Mr. Cortez.” My words made Belle frown at me. I handed him a gusset envelope. “Also, this is the information of the men who attacked you the other day.” I showed him a picture of a woman. “And this one… I think you know her.” His eyes widened, the same as Belle's.“What?! You know Shaine Reyes–”“Mr. Volkov, a word with you inside.”He went back inside the room. Rage was evident through his tone and I could not help but smell something fishy.I sigh deeply as I hold Belle’s hand. “Stay here.” I kissed her forehead before heading inside.Belle’s confused eyes were the last thing I saw before I completely c

YSABELLE Ela knocked on the door to wake me up which he usually does every time I need to be ready early for work. She and Ana were already preparing our breakfast when we came out of my room.While the twins were not awake yet, I helped them prepare the table while Ronan needed to use the bathroom.A smile painted on my lips. Probably, he needs a cold shower.But I still couldn't get over the diamond ring on my finger.This was the first time my heart fluttered over something material. It's worth being over the moon with this cute gorgeous thing that fits perfectly around my finger. I wonder where Ronan put our old wedding ring. I never saw him wearing it around his neck again.After our breakfast, Ronan chooses to wash the dishes. I excitedly watched him and leaned at the counter while gazing at his broad back. He really looks cute and sexy wearing my pink apron.I giggled silently, causing him to turn to me with a frown. He's not angry. He's just confused at my out-of-the-blue l

YSABELLE I was gazing outside the window here in the cafe, waiting for the tea I ordered for me and Mr. Willow, Candice's father. He had gone to the men's room for a while.I don't know what to say to him but he wished to see Jacob. He needs Ronan’s permission first before someone will communicate with us.Because of our situation, it's difficult to meet and see anyone except my family.When the tea was served, Mr. Willow was still not coming out from the restroom. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ronan. He needs to hear out about this. But I still couldn't get in touch with him.I was startled when Mr. Willow sat opposite my seat, wearing a frown on his face.He looks decent right now. Unlike before with his ragged look in New Brunswick where we first met.“If you want to see Jacob, you need to talk to Ronan first, Mr. Willow,” I said directly to the point.I indeed can't guarantee his freedom to see Jacob. He's not my son, after all.He scoffed before he chugged down the iced tea. He

YSABELLE I placed the tea on the table as my father's gaze roamed in every corner of the living room. His old wrinkled hands clasped on the head of his gold dragon walking cane.I'm surprised that he knew the address and even let him come in. Did Ronan tell him to come?His gaze stopped at the tea on the center table.“I didn't know you were coming. It's early, so the foods–”“No need. I'm not hungry.”He took a sip of his tea and a satisfied smile crept on his lips. That's his favorite tea. Ronan and my father have the same taste preference when it comes to drinks.“Where are the others?”I'm talking about my relatives, especially my two cousins, Cleo and Jessica. They adore the twins more than my uncles and aunts.“They won't come. You already know why.” A disappointing sigh escaped from me. I know they hate Ronan because of the past. They knew the story and maybe they hated me for being with Ronan again.Since the news of me with Ronan in public broke out, I can't get hold of th

YSABELLE The man carried the kid who allowed him to do so before they entered a black SUV. With the thought thebjid was Jacob, I memorized the plate number and which way they went before I ran to my car and started the engine as fast as possible.I hope I can catch up with them.Through the rearview mirror, I saw the vehicles of my bodyguards matching my speed behind. I let them follow me in case something bad happened.My sweaty fingers tightened around the steering wheel as my heart was pounding frantically, afraid that maybe I was just wrong that the boy was Jacob.I need to make sure he is not Jacob.I step on the gas, dodging some of the cars, so I can catch up with the car I've been looking for.Some were mad for doing the overtakes, but I only apologized silently. I devastatingly pushed back my hair as I kept sighing, annoyed that the car might have gone somewhere else.I was on the verge of giving up when suddenly one black SUV ahead, a few meters from my car, took a turn on