All Chapters of Regretting Divorce: Return of my heiress Ex-Wife: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

S E B A S T I A NThe last person I had expected to see when we arrived at Laura's cousin's party was Elle.And although, meeting her here was totally unexpected, for the first time since our divorce, I didn't feel that tight constricting pain in my heart, and nor did my palms start sweating.In fact, I actually felt...calm, and peaceful.Perhaps, I had finally found closure.It was the first time in months that I had seen her, and not once had I felt a twinge of jealousy or anger when she was around Mikhail.Seeing her now, standing beside him, her belly protruding, and her eyes looking straight into mine, with a look of confusion and uncertainty, I could actually admit that she looked happy.She looked healthy and content, and I was glad that she was doing well. She was finally living the life that I couldn't give her. She was finally with a man who deserved her and was taking care of her, the way she needed to be taken care of.Laura had her arm looped through mine, and was looking

E M I L YMy heart skipped a beat the moment Ivan walked into the party. He looked so good, of not better. His hair was slightly longer, his beard neatly trimmed.He was the definition of handsome.His eyes were bright and twinkling. The smile on his face was so beautiful. He had been avoiding me for so long, but he still came. He didn't have to, but he did.He was dressed in a dark blue suit, and he was holding a small gift bag, and I couldn't help the tears that gathered in my eyes. He hasn't seen me yet, and I wondered what his reaction would be like if he does. Would he be happy? Sad? Angry?Or would he ignore me and walk away. I would definitely notl be surprised, because I deserved it.I stood still, trying to calm myself, and a deep voice startled me from behind.My heart was pounding so fast that I could hear it in my ears despite the loud music blaring in the background. His familiar cologne filled my nose, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the overwhelming tears that w

L A U R ATWO DAYS EARLIER I had a very long and tiring day, and I wanted nothing more than to have a warm bath, drink some red wine and relax. My car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment and I got out of the car, grabbing my bag from the back seat."Thank you, Mark. See you tomorrow.""Goodnight, Ms. Laura."I entered the elevator, and as I waited to arrive at my floor, I closed my eyes, trying to gather myself.Once I'd arrived on my floor, I got off the elevator, and headed down the hallway. I unlocked my apartment door and walked straight into my bedroom, shredding my clothes and jump into the bathtub.I prepped my bath with my favorite bubble bath, and once the tub was full, I added a few drops of lavender oil, and a couple of epsom salts, and then stepped into the warm, scented water.I relaxed, and the heat eased my tired muscles. I sighed in satisfaction, sinking my body further into the tub. I popped open the wine bottle, pouring a glass, and taking a long sip.I'd had

S E B A S T I A NI quickly walked around the desk, and pulled her into my arms. She buried her face in my chest, and sobbed, her body shaking.I rubbed her back, and kissed the top of her head, waiting for her to calm down."What happened, Laura? Please, tell me.""I-I've just been going through a lot.""Did someone hurt you?" I asked, the anger rising."N-no.""Then, what's wrong? Why are you so sad?""I can't tell you, Sebastian. I can't.""Laura, you're not alone anymore. You can trust me. I'm here for you. I will do anything for you. Please, just talk to me. What's wrong?""I can't. I'm sorry, Sebastian. You have no idea what's going on, and I can't tell you.""Laura, don't shut me out. Please."She looked conflicted, as if trying to decide if she should tell me or not."You can tell me. It's going to be okay, Laura.""M-my father died."She wasn't lying, because the grief and sadness was etched all over her face."I'm so sorry, Laura. When did it happen?""A couple of days ago."

M I K H A I LElle slept so soundly in my arms, and the smile on her face made me feel at ease.She had suffered so much during her pregnancy, and it killed me every time I saw her in pain. The morning sickness was a bitch, and the doctor had suggested the morning sickness would go away after the first three months, but she was still getting them, and it was affecting her a lot.I wanted the best for my baby, and the only thing that could help her was an easy delivery. I couldn't risk her suffering, and if there was a way, I would have given birth for her, and dealt with the pain.Her cravings were ridiculous, and her mood swings were even worse. She was a nightmare, and most days, I wondered how the hell I was dealing with her.She would get mad at the smallest things, and she would lash out on me. She would cry over the tiniest things, and she was a drama queen.I had to deal with her, and all I could do was comfort her. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to deal with the stress