Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0492

Harper.

It's been close to two weeks since Gabriel made me promises that shattered every reservation, I had about giving him a second chance.

I swear, I never thought I could be this happy.

My life with Liam was good, but with Gabriel, it's better. Maybe because Gabriel is the man I loved. The man my heart held on to for almost a decade.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't scared. There was still the small part of me that expected the other shoe to drop. After all, it wouldn't be the first time in my life that a loved one has been taken away from me.

There is also the fear that this is all too easy, you know. Like shouldn't it be a bit harder? A bit more difficult. A bit more challenging... or is that just my self-sabotaging tendencies talking?

Maybe I am so used to not having things going my way, which just makes me question things when they do.

"What are you working on?" Gabriel pops out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me.

With my hand on my chest, I try to calm my racing heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"I didn't," he says, his eyes flashing in amusement. "I've been calling you for more than a minute. You were just staring into space."

That night at the gala, right after that first round, Gabriel continued for two more rounds. We slept and just when I thought it was over, he woke me up for a few more rounds. I swear, by morning, my legs were like jelly.

There is just something about your husband whispering sweet nothings to you while buried deep inside you. He would alternate between sweet and straight up dirty talk. My

*Harper?" . Org.

focus on his handsome face. This is a dream come true, but there is a small part of me that keeps insisting that I gave

eyes away from him to stare at the papers in front of me. "I've just been thinking of how to take Unity Ventures

right next to me on the

that

after a couple

rounded. We won't just be focused on buying and selling property. We can also incorporate architecture, building and construction, and

swells deep inside me at the look

and be part of the running team. That was always Andrew's

my father. If he hadn't run the company down, maybe Andrew wouldn't have been so busy trying to save it to realize that he was sick. By the time he did get diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer, my parents were dead,

begging him to seek help from Gabriel once Gabriel and I were married, but like the proud

do love my father, but I also put

He may not be here today, but I'll make sure it

Gabriel says, interrupting

*Thank you."

you to do the interior of one of

has never mentioned it

but I am not the kind of person who will go bother someone because of something like

"Love, you are in business now, and you have to understand this is a eat or get eaten kind of world. You want something, you go for it with all you've got. You don't wait