All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Duty Calls?CLARA"You have such a beautiful home," I said as I walked in with Velma while Beverly held the door open. This was her third invite, that I couldn't decline anymore.I'd decided to make the most of the evening by visiting her. Beverly, luckily for me, just lived a few blocks away.That wasn't even the main reason I decided to visit. I just really needed someone to talk to. Say a distraction, or a friend as she called it. I would have invited her, but I wanted to avoid questions about Rodney. Anyone would be curious about a grown man living in the same room as a single mother.And they were just friends?The media had cooked up its representation of me, and I was desperate, for some reason, to prove to Beverly that it wasn't so. I wasn't just some sort of cheap woman who went around stealing people's husbands.From the way she looked at me, I could already tell that she didn't think so. This evening was way too lovely to be wasted on thoughts of pointless things."It's so

Sin City's Not Empty Tonight.CLARAHis lips slammed against mine in one swift motion, and my mind was wrapped in a haze. I forgot everything else. I couldn't think of anything but those lips on mine. I had thought about it all evening-kissing him, touching him, and then I felt like I was about to explode.I was frozen on the spot, and my entire body shook as Mike 's rigid arms held me in place. His lips were soft like silk, and despite the force behind his kiss, it remained so subtle and equally defiant.He tasted like whiskey- the kind I never wanted to take my mouth off and I found myself submitting to his touch, despite all the voices in my head that screamed for me not to.My stomach churned, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I slid my arm around his neck to steady myself, leaning into the kiss. I should be leaving.What was I doing!? But I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop the pace of the passion ignited within me or how fast the fire burned internally. My hands i

Memories That Wields Swords.CLARAI said those words, barely breathing, almost as though it ripped out of that deepest part of my psyche, and I was as awed as Mike , watching him slowly turn after my request. I was thinking about it, yeah. But actually, saying it wasn't in the books for me. My eyeballs flickered from wall to wall as I tried to avoid looking Mike in the eyes.Even before he showed up here, I'd imagined hundreds of scenarios of me asking him over- for Velma's sake. Maybe that was just a terrible excuse, too. I was using her as an excuse to be around him for longer, and I couldn't help it. How much more stupid do I have to become? Just one kiss, and I cracked across the surface in multiple ways.It pained me that Rodney wasn't wrong. It pained me deeply. Mike stared at me bug-eyed and still as a statue; those keen greens pierced into my soul, almost as if he was waiting for me to make a correction. If only he knew I was waiting to make a correction, but I meant every

Glimpse Of Heaven.MIKE Happiness.Maybe it wasn't far-fetched after all. Today seemed like the day I'd been waiting for all my life. The day I was made for, and even as I walked out of the building, I couldn't wipe off the grin on my face. It was simply impossible to.Of all the days I'd spent on earth, today marked the day I was the happiest. I felt like just those hours with Clara and Velma had turned me into a completely different person. For once in my life, I wasn't just Mike .I was a father, although I couldn't tell if I fathered the right way, but I was willing to try even if it took every iota of sanity I had left. My chest felt swollen, and the sudden urge to dance kicked in.I now saw why that scene was concurrent in the movies- where gleeful characters danced for no reason. I felt the need to do so, too, unable to control all this energy coursing through my veins. My legs ached from all of Velma's cute choreographies, but I didn't mind at all.It hurt good, and I w

Square OneCLARAI definitely wasn't thinking about my ex-husband. Okay, maybe I was. Just a little, though. Yesterday was a bit overwhelming, and things had taken a turn that I didn't expect, nor appreciated, but it didn't feel completely bad.It really didn't. A part of me was fighting every thought of Mike that popped into my head, while the other gave in. Velma wasn't making it any easier, considering how she'd refused to stop talking about him. She rang Mike 's name in my head all day long from last night till this morning.Even right now, as she sat next to me in the car."Do you think Mike will visit us again?" She politely asked, raising her head to look at me while I kept my eyes on the road. "When should we have him over again?"Hm. Tempting, but how about never? It was enough that I was constantly lying and would have to reveal the truth about him being her father, soon. Having him stick around wouldn't make that any better for either of us."What do you say, Mama?"