Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0303

Without wasting time, I cross the soft carpet and head out of my office. I walk down the hallway, heading towards Gabe’s office.

“Is my brother in?” I ask his secretary once I get to his side of the floor.

We were the only board member’s that were on this floor. Mainly because we retained the highest percentage of shares along with my father, though he is now retired.

“Yes, Sir. He’s still in.”

I nod at her and walk into my brother’s office after noting that this was yet a new secretary. Gabe went through them at an alarming rate. I blame it on the fact that he is still a notorious playboy. He sleeps with them, and once they start getting attached, he fires them.

“Rowan…”

“What happened to the other one?” I ask, knowing that I don’t need to elaborate. “This is the fourth secretary you’ve hired this month.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that they keep expecting me to profess my love and put a ring on it after a day or two of sex,” he grins, a grin that I know very well he uses to draw women into his fucking web.

my head, I stare at my brother, wondering if there exists a woman who can

should stop mixing

He shrugs, and I sigh, knowing that he won’t

respected my decision when I told him my secretary was out of limit. The last thing I wanted or needed was to search for new ones because my brother can’t keep his dick in

you to

don’t really feel like going home,” I answer, avoiding his gaze.

things were going great with

leave the sentence

eyeing me suspiciously since then. Every time I do something, I say something, kiss her, hold her, or even do the smallest of

Ethan about a week ago. Or maybe something happened between them, and she’s wondering what the hell she’s doing with

Gabe tries assuring me, but

regains her memories and realizes that she killed and buried her

insecurities are showing, but I don’t care. In addition to worrying about her safety, I worry about the day that she’ll regain her memories. I’m so fucking afraid of admitting that losing her scares me to death.