All Chapters of SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Marcus POV  My expression soured instantly at the unexpected sight of her.  Why, of all times, did she pick this day to show up? I am moving on.  “What are you doing here, Martina?” My voice came out harsh.  I did not intend for it to sound like that, but Martina's unexpected presence opened up old wounds. It was like a dam had broken up inside me, and the deluge of emotion was uncontrollable. I can’t fight it even if I want to.  I was fi

Marcus POV I rolled off her and stood up naked from the couch. Then, I picked up my ringing phone from the pocket of my dress pants.  “Hello, Belle.  I am sorry, something came up. Are you still at the restaurant? Okay, don’t leave. I will meet you there in a while.”  From my peripheral view, I saw Martina sit up to pick up the pieces of her clothes I strewed around us, cradling them to her chest. The sight made me want to take a dig at her.  I wanted to get a reaction out of spite. “I miss you,&

Martina POVIt was ten minutes to six. I half-run toward Marcus' apartment complex in a hurry. It was an upscale apartment building with a view of the harbor and quick access to downtown. I shrugged. What do I expect from someone as rich as Marcus?His taste is topnotch except for women because he chose me when he can have anyone he wants. At the thought, my expression soured. I remembered Marcus' expression when he talked on the phone. I was sure it was the same girl calling him when I was in his car. His caller ID says her name was Belle. I smirked.I was sure it was not his assistant, Belle. Call it a woman’s gut feeling. She was not a person related to his work. You don’t take calls from your assistant after having s*x with your ex-wife and tell her you miss her unless you are a total j*rk.The Marcus I remembered was not that kind of person. He was protective of his family and responsible. It was the reason I swallowed my pride and came to him after two years. He was the

 Martina POV After pocketing the small brown envelope Marcus handed me containing my salary for the week, I stared at his closed door, debating within myself.  I shook my head and walked away, deciding to write a note to him instead, and stuck it to the fridge. The note says I am leaving for the day.  I was hesitant to face him and bid him farewell after he slammed the door shut in my face.  The note will suffice.  It would just be for when he looks for me, which I highly doubt.  Marcus steers clear from me.  

Martina POV “Are you hearing yourself?  You are going to give away your children? What kind of mother are you?” Marie hissed.  She was shaking her head and looking at me like she did not know me anymore.  Tears brimmed my eyes.  “You think I am that cruel?”  Marie remained silent.  I felt like I had to fill the air to explain.  “I think I was doing the best for all the people I love. I don’t deserve them.”  Marie’s face contorted. &n