All Chapters of Regrets From Ex Won't Win Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Somewhere more comfortable than the stairs?" Isabella echoed, letting Seth guide her up the remaining steps. Her hand felt small in his, but their fingers interlocked perfectly. At the top of the stairs, she turned to face him. "I should probably clean up first. I must look terrible."Seth's thumb brushed across her cheek. "You never look terrible.""Liar." She smiled despite herself. "I've been crying for God knows how long.”“You’re always attractive to me," Seth said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Even with mascara tracks down your cheeks."Isabella stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest. "Prove it."His eyebrows rose. "Prove it?""Mm-hmm." She began undoing his tie with deliberate slowness. "Unless you'd rather do something else..."Seth caught her hands in his. "You are trouble.""You like trouble." She freed one hand to trace his jawline. "And I really do need that shower.""Isabella—"She was already walking backward toward the bathroom, pulling hi

The first few days of their relationship was like this wild, can't-breathe-without-you tornado. Every moment they weren't together felt like something was missing. Work was just this annoying interruption between the time they could actually be with each other.Lunch became their lifeline. Their sacred hour where they would meet, steal touches and kisses, and share every single detail about their morning. Who talked to who? What weird thing happened in the office.. Nothing was off-limits.They had become what Edward jokingly called “completely lovestruck”—always finding excuses to touch, existing in their own perfect little world. They woke up together, went to bed together, and filled every moment in between with each other. One of their favorite “in-betweens” was solving cold case documentaries—not professionally, just because they could. Sitting close, heads almost touching, trading wild theories back and forth had become their unique version of a date nightTheir love for diving i

Seth drove like he was running out of time. He was eager to ensure that Isabella never read all these rumors – not like this, not unsullied. His phone rang yet again and it seemed like this was the fourth or fifth time within that night alone. He knew that the call was from his mother, he didn’t even need to look at the caller ID.Heaving a deep breath he pressed the button marked answer.“Seth Donovan!” she barked before he could speak. “You’re all over the internet! What is going on?”“Mom, not now,” he said sharply, his patience crumbling.“Don’t you ‘not now’ me,” she shot back. “Your aunties have been calling me nonstop asking if she is the one. Seth, is she?”“She’s not,” he snapped, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “It’s a misunderstanding.”“A misunderstanding? So the photos are fake? The articles are fake? Seth, I’m your mother. Don’t hide this from me.”“I’m not hiding anything,” he said through gritted teeth.She scoffed. “So you’re okay letting the world th

Seth leaned casually against the doorframe of the dining area, his hands in his pocket. Isabella stood just behind him, trying to match his calm demeanor even though her nerves were all over the place. The last thing she wanted was to make anything seem out of the ordinary. All three of them looked up as Seth cleared his throat. “We’ll be heading out tomorrow,” Seth started. “Isabella and I—”“To meet a client,” Isabella cut in quickly. She shot him a subtle look, daring him to contradict her.Karen frowned slightly. “A client?”“Yeah,” Isabella said with a quick nod, not missing a beat. “Important project. Can’t wait until Monday, unfortunately.”Leo leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. “Middle of Tuberose? Must be serious."“It is,” Isabella said, her tone light but unwavering. “Right, sir?”“Right.” Seth said slowlyEdward, who’d been silently watching, smirked and tilted his mug toward Seth. “Good luck, buddy. Sounds like a high-stakes kind of meeting.”Se

Isabella’s head snapped up at that, eyes wide despite the tears. "No!" The word came out more desperate than she intended, making Seth freeze. His arms were still wrapped protectively around her, but she could feel the tension running through him."Baby—""Seth, please." She clutched at his shirt harder, not caring that she probably looked like a mess. "You can not."Those gorgeous eyes of his darkened with anger – not at her, never at her – but at everyone who dared to hurt her. "Izzy, they are attacking you. I can not just—""Yes, you can," she whispered. "You have to. Please." Her voice cracked on the last word. "I have been through this before. Fighting back...it just feeds the fire. Makes everything worse."God, the way he looked at her. Like it physically hurt him to see her like this. Like he would move heaven and earth just to make it stop. “I hate that you have to go through this. I am so sorry,” he whispered, pulling her close. The way she shook against him made his chest a