All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Day.D-Day.CLARAI stood backstage, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves. I had decided to take control of the situation and hold a press conference to address the rumors once and for all. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, blinking in the bright lights of the cameras.My heart thumped as I approached the microphone, I scanned the crowd of reporters and photographers searching for a familiar face before proceeding.Why did I think he'll show up here? This press conference was my idea in the first place. Without hesitation, I was instantly flooded with questions and I began to answer, trying to stay calm and composed though a pit had formed in my stomach."Yes, Velma is my daughter, and her father is Mike Lightwood ," I admitted. The words fell from my lips so heavily. I could barely see what was ahead of me because of all that light."Can you confirm or deny the rumors of an affair with Mike while he was still married to his ex-wife?"The hell was this? I

Is My Life!MIKE A light knock rattled on the door and I opened it, surprised to see Clara and Velma standing in the hallway. I stuttered, trying to compose myself. I hadn't expected them to show up, especially not at my place. I quickly ushered them in, feeling like I'd been caught off guard.As they entered, Velma ran ahead, throwing her arms around my waist. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, looking up at me with a beaming smile.My eyes locked onto Clara, and I felt a mix of shock and confusion get infused into my veins. It felt like a different reality and I just stared blankly at the poor thing. "You...you've told her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Clara nodded, her eyes filled with a deep sadness and a tinge of something I couldn't name. "Yes, Mike . I told her the truth. She knows you're her father."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, struggling to catch my breath. I looked at Velma, who was still clinging to me, unaware of the emotional storm brewing around her. "He

Demon Of The Past.MIKE I sat across from Clara, my eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers. "How did you handle the situation with Rodney?" I asked again, my voice gentle. I felt like I might have asked the wrong question.Clara sighed, her shoulders sagging, and leaned against the chair. Her gaze drifted downward, and her voice barely whispered, "We decided to be friends, or something like that." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she blinked them back, trying to compose herself. "It's sad a perfect friendship could have ended that way."I furrowed my brow, confusion etched on my face. "I don't understand. You two were...close." I leaned forward, my hands clasped together, showing my interest and concern.Clara's eyes welled up with tears again, and her voice cracked. "I feel like I ruined him, Mike . It was selfish of me to have...kept him around for no reason.""He chose to stay.""I knew what he wanted but I clung onto the hope that maybe...those feelings would pass. But I

Happy Birthday!CLARAThe kids were asleep which left just Beverly and I in the living room, engulfed by the sweet chuckles and the pleasing scent of wine that danced down our throats. This was the kind of break I needed so much. Being with Beverly was so perfect.She was seated right after me, her voice merged into laughter as she explained how she'd first met her husband. It was the most hilarious story and tears welled up in my eyes as I cracked up."You have no idea!" She managed to let out the sound, followed by another strained laugh. "He looked so docky with that haircut and then all that coffee was all over his body! I had to go for my interview so I picked up a card from my purse and handed it to him , rushing an apology before I rushed into the train! But guess what!?""What?" I slowly placed down the bottle of wine on the glass table, preparing myself for another row of laughter. I sniffled, cleaning my eyes with my sleeves. "Wait- don't tell me!""Yes!" Beverly nodded! "I

Who?CLARAA wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I took a deep breath and clenched hard. My pussy was aching to be filled by my Mike 's cock, to be thrust into over and over again.He tugged my hips closer to him, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock. After lifting my ass a bit higher, he rubbed it against my wetness until it was glistening with my juices."Fuck," he mumbled against my neck, slapping his cock against my core. He was poking right against my entrance. So fucking close to just slipping right inside of me and ruining me in this underground restaurant.He placed a hand on my lower back, making me arch more for him, and slipped himself inside of me. Inch by inch, he thrust into me slowly until he was deep in my pussy. I clenched around him. He groped my breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands, and pulled me toward him with each thrust.I dug my nails into the couch, trying to keep my breathing even, but with every thrust, he was driving me closer and closer to the