Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Doom's Architect- My Wedding Ring. CLARAI still hadn't changed my mind about the party; perhaps I was a coward and was scared to be seen at a fundraising gala where everyone who'd been harmful to my life would most likely be present there. Pardon me if I think the wisest option would be to stay away, or I might end up taking half of Lucy 's hair home after uprooting it from her scalp.Well, the interview went a long way in calming the internet storm, as though some pretty opinionated people still buzzed around with rumors. I was just glad that all comments related to Velma remained neutral. That was the only thing that could tick me off. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and I wouldn't mind the sound of K-pop music blasting in the car as I drove down to Velma's school to pick her up.Rodney had offered, too. You'd think it was a job he was getting paid for, but I wanted to go because it was my job, and I felt bad for imposing on him. Also, because, I mean, who knew? Mike Ligh

Weekends And Surprises. CLARA Happy weekends. Literally, it was a good day because there wasn't a single thing on my schedule except wasting life away with Velma, binge-eat, and watching a comedy TV show before Monday beckoned. On behalf of everyone out there, I am not scared to admit that Monday was indeed one of the worst days in the week, and Thursdays were just plain unnecessary. I rolled my eyes and sighed while pushing Velma in the shopping cart, and she reached for the things her little hand could barely carry. At that point, we already had several shades of the same cereal, and I supported it. Call me a spendthrift, but nothing beats the feeling of having several flavors of the same cereal. Shopping was therapeutic, and Velma was sure to greet everyone by the rows we slipped by, thereby drawing attention. She always did. "Mama, I missed this!" She exclaimed as she trailed her hand through the railings. I picked a sanitary pad from the shelf and threw it into t

Where Is My daughter? CLARA It was just as I pictured, the noise, the gazes, and the unrelenting flashes of light from the camera. I planned to spend no less than two hours here, and that was why it was easier to bring Velma along. The hall was vast, classical music humming underneath the thick waves of chattering. I looked to my side, and Velma was so busy being awed while Rodney showed her a few things within earshot- like the giant chandelier that looked like it materialized from a Barbie movie Just two hours and we'd leave. The donations would be sent as per usual. I would never miss a chance to donate at a fundraiser. This dress was a source of attention, and for some reason, I was beginning to wear it. Then again, would I rather wear it around in my bedroom, before a floor-length mirror, and twirl around till I get dizzy? Most likely? I pursed my lips and turned my head again but found that Rodney was already looking at me. I blinked repeatedly, flustered as he mutter

De-nial Is A River In Egypt CLARA "Is Velma my daughter?" The question hit in the chest like a stab wound, and I started to bleed, but he didn't see. This facade had been practiced for five years. I didn't see the need to break it now or ever. That question had power, the expectant gaze in his eyes wielded more strength, and I just stood there, feeling my bones turn to jelly- almost lifeless and pale like a porcelain doll. The freezing atmosphere of the room didn't help either. It felt as though I could break if I moved too much. I'd never felt this level of fragility in so long. Now that I felt it, it had to be at the front of my self-crafted, doorstep-delivered nemesis who gawked at me as though I was a piece of bacon and he was a cat, ready to pounce on anything. Ready to suck an answer from verbal cues, noticeable or not. As usual, my go-to was sour laughter. As I barked a laugh into the air, I felt some sort of dissolution going on in my chest. The more I retched, the

Hell Breaks Loose! CLARA I wiped my face with my sleeves and tottered behind the doctor. It took everything in me not to run down the corridor and barge into the hospital room, but I knew that would only make things worse, especially for Rodney. He must be feeling like he'd hit rock bottom, especially because of Velma, and that meant I had to cut down my excesses and appear normal- or at least a slight semblance of it. The door opened with ease, and the doctor walked through, and I stood by the doorframe, unable to control my legs to walk in. How did this even happen? Why did this happen? These two have done nothing to deserve it, and Rodney was in this situation because of me. It was my fault. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them back, finally able to regain motion, and I slowly walked through the door. There he was, with a cast around his neck and leg, and yet he managed to look like he was holding it together. That was until his eyes met mine, and they became g