All Chapters of Regretting Divorce: Return of my heiress Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

M I K H A I LSebastian's face turned red, his knuckles turning white from gripping the arm of his chair too tightly. "You fucking bastard.""What? Can't stand seeing me with the woman you let go? Is this your pathetic attempt to win her back?" I mocked. "If I wanted her back, you'd already be dead." He threatened, his jaw clenched.I simply rolled my eyes, "Yeah, okay. You're not the first person to threaten my life. But the last thing you should worry about is me, it's her. And that's why I'm warning you right now. If you even think about hurting her, you'll regret it. I promise.""Enjoy Elle while you can, because soon you'll see her for who she really is. She's just a manipulative, heartless bitch that deserves the worst. And you're nothing but a temporary fuck, because that's all she wants. You're no different than her.""You're just bitter because she realized what an asshole you were. She's a strong woman, and she doesn't need you. You're just wasting your time and energy thin

E L L EHe smiled, and placed a hand on my thigh, "Yes, baby. I just remembered some stuff. Don't worry. Everything is perfect.""Okay." I said, goosebumps forking in my skin at his touch. It didn't help that my gown was very short and I could feel his touch directly on my skin. His phone rang, and he picked it up."Hello? Yeah, no problem. Be right there."He hung up and turned toward me, "Baby, something came up. Do you mind if I drop you off at home?""Oh? I thought we were going to spend the night together?" I couldn't even hide the disappointment in my tone. I didn't want to sound needy, of course he has work. I was just looking forward to spending time with him."Oh shit. Will... uhm, will you stay at my place until I return? I promise I won't take long. You could make yourself comfortable until I get home.""Of course." That was definitely much better, I thought with a smile. We drove the rest of the way to his house in silence.Mikhail's house was huge. It was a modern mansi

M I K H A I LI woke up the next morning, and the sun was shining brightly, the curtains slightly opened, allowing the light to seep through.I turned over, looking at Elle who was sleeping peacefully. It was her first night at my place and she was a sight to behold. I wouldn't mind this glorious view for the rest of my life. I'd shamelessly die a happy man.Her pink lips were slightly parted, her hair fanned across the pillow. She looked like a literal goddess, her brunette hair contrasting against her skin.She was so beautiful.Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks as her eyes fluttered open, blinking as she woke up."Good morning." She murmured sleepily, her blue eyes staring into mine."Morning, malyshka." I peppered small kisses all over her face.She giggled, and I rolled over on top of her, staring into her eyes."You're so beautiful. I could wake up to this sight every morning." I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smelled heavenly. Even in the morning, without

E L L EMikhail is a spitting image of his mother. The only difference is, his eyes are a darker shade. His mother's eyes were a lighter, brighter brown. But, other than that, he's a carbon copy of her."What are you doing here?" He asked, shock written all over his face."Can't a mother drop by her son's place, unannounced, without raising an alarm?"He shook his head, "Of course you can. I just wasn't expecting you.""Well, you can expect me more often. This place is gorgeous, Mishka.""Thanks. Come in, Mom."His mother stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her.She turned toward me, and smiled with confusion. "Hello. I'm Anastasia, Mikhail's mother."I stumbled a bit, initially hiding behind Mikhail to avoid her attention, but eventually, I stuck my hand out, "Elle.""Ah, so you're the Elle." She said, grinning widely."What are you talking about, Mom?" Mikhail asked, glancing between us."Oh, nothing. Your brother is coming by with his family later today, I was just tellin

E M O R YI was livid, annoyed and frustrated. All this goddamned pregnancy knows how to do is fuck with me and give me a migraine.I was supposed to be at the doctor's, but here I am, lying in bed and feeling like shit. I have to be there today. My appointment is important and I can't miss it, especially in my last month of pregnancy."Fuck this."Sebastian has been nothing but a shitty husband since my third trimester. He constantly came home late, left before I’m even able to wake up and forced me to take a maternity leave from my company because the baby could arrive at anytime. Which makes me wonder, if he knows the baby isn’t his, would he still care about me and the baby?He claims to love the child but he has never attended any of my ultrasounds, never held my hand when I was in pain or cried alone when I felt like a failure. He was absent from the pregnancy, and he has a lot of making up to do.I know what I did was wrong. And I feel horrible. But it doesn’t change the fact t