Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 450

Harper.

I am dead tired and so hungry I think I’m going to die. I didn’t have breakfast this morning because I woke up late.

There has been a discussion on an important business deal, so Gabe has been going to the office earlier than I do. I didn’t sleep well at night, so I totally missed my alarm.

Lilly has settled at school and even though I still manage to take her once in a while, most of the time her driver is the one that drives her to school. We still have dinner together every evening though. And Gabe still makes sure to come home before she goes to bed.

As for my relationship with Gabe, let just say it’s been a bit strenuous. Don’t get me wrong, he hasn’t been cruel or anything, instead, he’s been the opposite, which does surprise me.

It surprises me because it’s so unlike him.

I keep expecting to see the man I married years to show up, but he’s nowhere on the horizon. Hell, I keep expecting to see the man that came to my apartment months ago, guns blazing, and throwing out threats like they were truths, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

It’s fucking confusing. I mean, where did that man go? He was cruel towards me for three straight years. Right up to the day he divorced me. What am I supposed to think? Feel?

It’s been years since then, people change. That small voice whispers in my head.

I really do want to believe that, but can a cheetah change its spots? You see where I am coming from, right? How hard it is for me to just accept that he’s changed.

Forcing those thoughts away, I stand up when my stomach grumbles for the millionth time. I couldn’t do anything about the doubts in my head right now, but I could do something about my hunger.

“Going down for lunch?” Christopher asks when I get out of my office and pass by his desk.

“Yes,” I smile. “Do you need me to bring anything?”

I look up startled and taken by surprise to find a very unkempt and distraught Milly glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.

“Eh, what exactly is my fault?” I ask, sizing up her disheveled condition.

The put together, holier than thou woman I was used to, was nowhere in sight. She was in a hoody and sweatpants. Her hair was in a messy bun, and it looked greasy and thin. It also looked like it hadn’t been washed or brushed in a long time.

Her lips were chapped, and her eyes had bags underneath them. It’s like her magic had worn off and long gone was the beautiful woman I knew and in her place was the ugly-wicked witch of the east.

“You got me fired!” she screams, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

Huh. So the reports finally came out.