All Chapters of THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter ElevenThe resort was alive with music and laughter as the night party got into full swing. Bright lights danced across the manicured lawns, casting vibrant hues over the throngs of guests who swayed to the rhythmic beats. The air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the lingering aroma of tropical flowers, creating an atmosphere that buzzed with energy and excitement.Wanda stood near the bar, nursing a glass of champagne as she watched the crowd. She had agreed to come to the party with Michael, hoping that a night of dancing and celebration might ease the lingering tension between them. But despite the lively surroundings, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest. She glanced around, searching for Michael, but he was nowhere to be seen.Michael, meanwhile, was caught in a different kind of swirl. He moved through the party with a drink in hand, the alcohol loosening his muscles and dulling the edges of his earlier frustrations. He ne

Chapter Thirteen Wanda stepped out of the hospital, the cold London air hitting her like a wall. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just learned. Five weeks pregnant. The truth settled heavily in her chest: she was carrying Anderson’s child. The realization was both a balm and a burden, offering clarity yet stirring a new storm of emotions. She knew the timing perfectly. She hadn’t been with Michael, not truly, and her failed attempts at intimacy with him only confirmed what she already understood deep down. This baby was Anderson’s, a lingering piece of a life she thought she had left behind but was now more entwined with her present than ever. As she walked through the bustling streets of London, Wanda’s mind replayed the moment in the hospital over and over. She thought about Anderson, his desperation to keep her, his misguided love, and all the pain that had driven them apart. And now, here she was, carrying his child, an

Chapter Fifteen Wanda stared at the cold, untouched dinner in front of her. The pasta that she had so meticulously prepared now sat in stark contrast to the empty seat where Michael should have been. She could still hear the echo of the door slamming behind him, a sharp reminder of his latest outburst. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional clink of cutlery as Wanda absentmindedly pushed her food around her plate. She couldn’t remember the last time she and Michael had shared a meal without it ending in an argument or icy silence. What had happened to the man who had once promised her the world? The man who had vowed to cherish and protect her, who had looked into her eyes with such sincerity and assured her that they would build a life together, no matter what challenges came their way? Wanda rubbed her temples, the beginnings of a headache forming as she thought back to those promises. They felt like a lifetime ago, buried under the weight of all

Chapter Seventeen Anderson sat in his office, the weight of the recent board meeting still heavy on his shoulders. The threat of losing his position as CEO loomed over him like a dark cloud, and every phone call, every email felt like another reminder of the precarious state of his company. He stared at the financial reports spread across his desk, the numbers blurring as his mind raced to find a solution. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Anderson glanced up to see Agnes standing in the doorway, her expression determined. She had been a constant presence over the past few days, always offering support and ideas, trying to keep his spirits up as he fought to maintain his grip on the company. “Anderson, I’ve been thinking,” Agnes began, stepping into the office and closing the door behind her. “We need to do something bold, something that shows the board and the shareholders that you’re still in control.” Anderson leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightl

Chapter Nineteen Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. The silence of the room felt oppressive, each tick of the clock amplifying the tension that had been building for weeks. She had replayed this conversation in her head a thousand times, rehearsing the words she needed to say, the resolve she needed to muster. But now, as she faced the reality of confronting Michael, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. It had been exactly one month since she had signed the contract marriage with Michael, one month since she had thought she was stepping into a new life that would offer her the stability and security she so desperately needed. But the past weeks had been anything but stable. The man who had once promised her a fresh start had become someone unrecognizable—cold, distant, and increasingly cruel. Wanda took a deep breath, steeling herself as she heard the front door creak open. Mich