All Chapters of Regretting Divorce: Return of my heiress Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

E L L EThe car pulled to a stop in front of Rodriguez's company. "We're here, ma'am." The driver announced."Nervous?" Mina asked, noticing my silence.I shook my head. "I've done this a hundred times, but something about this just seems...""Off?" She helped.I nodded, "I mean, ice had competitions that I won against a couple of times because I had a better offer, but this– this seems different. There's more at stake. And it's not just the money.""Then what is it, Elle?""My dignity." I admitted."And what does that mean?""If I can't get this deal, then I've failed. Failed in what I've been working for. My father has so much trust that I wouldn't screw this up. And I need to let that bastard see that I'm not the weak wife he used to know five years ago. I need him to regret everything. Every single word he said and the way he hurt me. I'll make him see that no matter how much he tries to tear me down, I'll rise back stronger and bigger. And once that happens, he'll see what a huge

E L L EMina was fast asleep on her side of the bed as I stared at the ceiling. For some reasons unknown to me, I felt restless.I took the sheets off my body and walked into the closet to change into a comfortable dress. I went down the stairs and towards the hotel's bar.The lights were dim, and a few people were scattered around the place, either alone or with their companions.I was glad it was quiet, and no one bothered me.I sat on a stool and ordered a glass of wine. I wasn't in the mood for anything strong, and a glass of wine would help me relax."I would like a whisky on the rocks, please."That voice."Sebastian." I breathed.He was sitting right beside me."Elle.""What are you doing here?""I think the question is what are you doing here?" He retorted."I'm not in the mood for your sarcastic remarks." I sighed."Neither am I.""Then, leave.""Not until you tell me why the fuck he decided to accept the pathetic deal instead of mine." He snapped, taking a sip of his drink.

E L L E“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I groaned, looking at my mother who had a proud smile on her face.“You’re not getting any younger, sweetie. You have to move on with your life and start having your own family. We only have you and your brother and the house is quite boring without you both.”Without exactly saying it, I already knew what she meant. She wanted grandkids. I felt a painful pang in my chest as I looked away. He or she would’ve been five. I would have had a five year old child and probably would have had another within those years, until my dreams were shattered by who I considered my best friend.I lost everything because of her. I lost my baby a few days after learning about my pregnancy. My world crumbled apart.My mother sighed, taking my hand in hers. I felt a lone tear escape from my eye and quickly wiped it.She smiled sadly at me, placing her other hand on top of mine.She was the only person I had ever told. I didn’t even tell my father. Just her. Sh

E L L EMy mother was still apologizing for the date, and promised the next suitor would be better.I sighed and sat on the sofa, drinking a glass of wine."I swear, mom. If the next date is another jerk, I'm done. I will not waste my time on any of these assholes. I am a grown woman and can choose who I want and don't want to date. I do not need your help.""I understand that, honey. But, you can't possibly expect me to believe that you would never settle down and find a partner. You need a man in your life, honey. A husband. Someone to support you, and take care of you. You're not getting any younger, darling. You're almost 28, you should be thinking about settling down, getting married, having kids. This is your destiny.""Why does destiny have to involve a man, hmm? Why can't a woman live a happy, fulfilling life without the need of a man? Is that so wrong?""No, darling. But, that is the way of life. You need a man. All women need a man. You were made for him. Just as he was made

E L L EOne month had passed, and I was quite disappointed that I hadn't gotten a call or text from James.He had wanted us to go out more after the first date, but up until now, he hadn't contacted me. Maybe he didn't like the date and only agreed because he was too nice to tell me. I thought that our date was fine. I mean, we had a lot in common, so I thought that was a good thing. We both liked to read and write. We both were very creative people. I couldn't help but feel that he wasn't interested in me.I wasn't hurt by his lack of communication, but I thought I was at least making a progress with my life. Now I felt as if all the hard work I put into getting myself back out there was wasted. I didn't regret going on a date with him, but I also didn't want to date anyone else at the moment. I was willing to at least try with James, and it seemed as if he wasn't interested in me.Maybe he was too nice to say anything. Maybe he thought that was a polite thing to do. Or maybe he didn'