All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Right Or Wrong Call?CLARA"Mom?"Her words hit my ear in the distance, and the world seemed to stop. I tried to prop forward, but my legs were stuck, and I started, bee-eyed, at Velma and how she softly squirmed in the bed. Nothing else mattered at that moment, and Mike , as though he read the situation right, placed his arm on my lower back and helped me move forward."Velma?" I called out in a small, strained voice, unable to control my tears once again. I didn't mind that Mike was touching me, or that he was still in the room after the ten minutes that I intended him to be.I didn't care that Lucy was lying in the hospital somewhere or that my reputation was in flames, and I was tagged the premium husband snatcher and gold digger of the century.I didn't care that the company, presumably, was taking hits, and our stocks were most likely falling. I didn't care about charts, just this moment of me moving closer to Velma and reaching for her hand. My heart beat like a wide bea

Papers To Sign.MIKE I pushed back and closed the door after I'd gone out to check if they'd managed to infiltrate the corridor, too. They hadn't- surprisingly, Clara had locked it when we came, and now she was packing the room as she ran her fingers through her hair, evidently frustrated.What could I do to help her feel better? Today, I managed to slip her crack into her facade, and she smiled at me. Not once, but twice. She let me inside her home and let me touch her things. She let me cook in her kitchen despite how unworthy I was of it.Though I felt like a huge hole had been carved inside my chest, my happiness had broken the scale. I couldn't even wear a normal expression until Lucy called, and I was reminded of the mad world that I actually live in.I was reminded of my delusions."What are we going to do?" She asked me. We. She said we, and it sounded so scary. I was shaken, physically, mentally, and emotionally. "I have to get to the hospital. Rodney might be awake, t

Surprise, Surprise.CLARAThe worst things were often the most comfortable things to do, like letting your ex-husband into your home and letting him cook for you, or like holding his credit card like he still meant anything to me.I thrust it into my pocket and patted it while getting out of the taxi. How long would it take for the reporters who invaded my home to find me at this hospital?I wouldn't want that for Velma or Rodney, seeing as this was my fight, but I couldn't sort it out yet. I didn't know if I would ever be able to, but it didn't matter, at least not right now.The stares that I got were still the same. Some judgment, some sympathy. I was Clara Jenkins; of course, I couldn't cower and hide. It was all I'd been doing all these years. Not anymore. I slipped by the reception and even heard a child point at me."Look, mom! The woman from your phone!" The little girl, about the age of my daughter, whined, and her mother immediately grabbed her, placing her hand over he

To Be Reclaimed.CLARAI was picking Velma up from school today. It's been long enough, and this was her first day of resumption since the accident. Mike had been relentlessly calling and texting to monitor her progress, or just to monitor our lives in general. Most of the messages I ignored. I only responded to the ones that I could, depending on my mood and the content of the text.My reputation was still in shambles despite the explanatory claims that my team had aired; the media was so sure I was trying to steal the same man I'd decided to throw away based on some harmless photos. It was funny how the internet worked and how people were actively waiting for a scapegoat. I wouldn't be that for them, ever. Rodney was back home- my home. It was nice having someone around, although the dynamic was very different. He was a grown-ass man living with a single mother, not to mention he woke up to do chores, and he cooks for us. Sometimes, it made my stomach churn; other times, I loved t

Rock Bottom.MIKE High-spirited would be a word that didn't exist in my personal dictionary. I thought I'd hit rock bottom, but no one was kind enough to let me know that it also had a basement. That basement was exactly where I was right now.I sighed again, the third time in the last five minutes, and the conference room was silent, despite all the people that occupied it. It was the kind of silence that felt like the beginning of my self-crafted Armageddon. I couldn't erase how Clara saw me or what she saw me as, and I might never be able to. No matter what, I tried, and I didn't plan to stop trying. I just needed more fireworks to light.I was at my wit's end with a wife that was pregnant, unyielding and fucking psychotic. If there was an almighty body leading the narrative of my story, then they must be really fucked in the head for having me go through this, or maybe it was retribution for my actions.It most likely was the latter. I fucked up! I fucked up really bad! "Fuck