All Chapters of Ex Husband’s Regret: He Wants Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rachel's POV I grasped Andrew's car keys, my fingers trembling as tears streamed down my face. I had to escape. I couldn't bear the sight of them together. The air felt thick, suffocating. I could barely breathe. I stumbled out of the house, keys clutched in my hand. Andrew's car was packed ahead of me; I rushed to it. I settled in, starting the engine with shaking hands. The wheels screeched as I sped away from the nightmare. How could he? How could they? After everything? I thought Victoria had been my best friend and the only one I could call family since I lost mine. Images of Andrew and Victoria haunted me, flashing like a cruel slideshow in my mind. Their passionate moment, the way Amanda held her so delicately, their kiss. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't care. I drove faster, desperate to outrun the agony. The pain is the betrayal. What is going to happen to us now? Who was I kidding? There wasn’t going to be an us. Not when Andrew had disrespected me this

Rachel’s POV I walked out of the kitchen, still dressed in my silk knee-length nightie, carrying a tray laden with pancakes and juice that Mrs. Johnson had prepared for breakfast. The morning sunlight was light and friendly for a fleeting moment, forgetting the tragedy that had happened and the one that is yet to. I barely got some sleep last night; I had cried myself in regret. If only I could go back in time and right my wrongs. My steps came to a halt as I set eyes on him. My father's words from last night echoed in my mind: "Darius Reid will come by with some files." I had completely forgotten. And now, standing in my foyer was the man himself. My footsteps faltered, and the tray wobbled in my hands. I froze, taking in the imposing figure before me. Tall, broad-shouldered, and chiseled, Darius Reid exuded an aura of confidence and power. His piercing steel-grey eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, making me feel small and vulnerable under his gaze. I felt a flu

Rachel’s POVI stumbled into Darius's office, my heels clicking on the marble floor. He had dragged me here, his grip on my arm firm. He slammed the door shut behind us, and I heard the soft click of the lock. Darius ignored me, settling into his leather chair like a king on his throne.I wiped my tear-stained face, pushing and sucking in the remnant, and snapped at him, my patience wearing thin. "You didn't tell me Andrew was your nephew."Darius raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "You didn't tell me he was your ex-husband."Arsehole!I took a step forward, my heart racing. "You knew."Darius's gaze locked onto mine. "And now you know too." His response came curt and calculated.I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something cold in those steel grey eyes that burnt through me that just didn’t seem right. He looked like he knew everything, a lot more than I lacked, never ceasing to be condescending. Darius leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.

Rachel’s POV I stood in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear to the business gala. Darius said we had to attend; after looking for every reason to bail on him, he didn’t let me. I finally settled on a simple yet elegant black dress that fell just above my knees. I didn’t want to wear anything catchy, just simplicity. As I slipped into my heels, Diana walked into my room. "Wow, Rach, you look amazing!" she exclaimed. I bit down a blush. "Thanks, I was going for simple." "Simple?" Diana raised an eyebrow. "You look stunning! Darius won't be able to take his eyes off you." I rolled my eyes, trying to brush off the compliment. "Don't go there, Di. Darius and I are just coworkers. Nothing can happen between us so please." The thought alone didn’t sit well with me, and Darius is way too professional to have such thoughts about me, so it’s a no-go area. Diana smirked mischievously. "Ah, come on! It's the perfect revenge. His nephew broke your heart; now you can sh

Rachel’s POV “Who invited you here?” I didn’t want to cause a scene, and I knew Victoria wanted otherwise, so I chose to ignore her. “We don’t want any trouble here. She came here with Mr. Reid,” Jasmine answers, stepping in the way. Victoria cuts her off with a slap, catching both of us off guard. “How dare you speak back at me? You lowlife,” she spat. Jasmine froze, clutching her cheek. “You are nothing but a slut wanting to get her way with Andrew’s uncle. I bet you are throwing yourself at him to get back at Andrew, but trust me, bitch, Andrew won’t be bothered because he loves me and not you; none of your silly games will work. I mean, how disgusting and ill-mannered could you be? Going after Andrew’s uncle? Are you that desperate?” She spat offensively. Her words hit me like an arrow, feeling my heart quench in pain and anger began to surge within me. “I think the slut here is you, Victoria; after all, I am not the homewrecker,” I respond, trying to keep my cool down.