Ex-Husband's Regret

I put the final touches to my look before staring at myself in the mirror. I was a nervous wreck because today was my third wedding day.

It sounds so bad when I put it like that, right? The only comfort I get is that I'm marrying the same man I married a couple of years ago. My first husband.

Sliding my coat on, I pick up my purse and walk out of the room. The air felt electrified as anxiety covered every inch of my soul.

Gabriel had brought the new contract that evening as agreed, and now a day later, we were going to meet up with the priest so we can do the deed.

"Are you ready?" Gabriel asked when I stepped into the living room.

I couldn't answer. I felt like my thoughts were clogged, so instead, I just nodded.

"Why can't I go with you?" Lilly whined, making me turn towards her.

She was seated on the L-shaped couch, frowning, her hands folded across her chest. She wasn't one to throw tantrums, so I don't get what this new attitude is all about.

adults are allowed there." I easily lied. "Sharon, here, is going

I could

you're lying to me?" she grumbled, her frown intensifying. "I thought we promised never to lie

promise, but this was one of the

"Well, I am not."

I didn't want her to come simply because this wasn't a real wedding. If it were, then she would definitely help me plan it and would

before you know it, Lilly," Gabriel said in a voice that brooked no argument. "I promise

her anger and annoyance disappeared at his words. She smiled big and

I can clearly see that Gabriel and I will have a problem because it's evident he's going

your studies," I told her once I was calm enough

mind that at all because I am in no damn mood to talk. I just wanted to get it over and done with, then come back and eat

complex, where his driver was waiting for us near the car. This time, it's a silver Mercedes. Once we are in, he closes the door, gets in, and

sure you remember Rowan." Gabriel began a