Ex-Husband's Regret

Harper.

It's been almost a week since Gabriel left us with his driver and drove off. I haven't heard a thing from him, nor have I laid my eyes on him. He also hasn't been here, which makes me believe that he's staying at one of his many other properties.

It's been difficult trying to settle, especially for Lilly. She's the type of person who doesn't sleep well in a foreign bed. Sure, the bed is awesome, and the mattress is more comfortable than the one she has at home, but the problem is that it's not her bed.

At this point, I'm tempted to ask Gabriel to have her bed shipped here if things continue the way they are. She's barely sleeping, and the few hours she gets, I have to be there with her in order for her to sleep comfortably.

I've also not been at peace. I keep wondering if I made the right decision by agreeing to get married again. Life with Gabriel was a living hell... Should I have tried to fight him for Lilly's custody? I love my daughter with every fiber of my body, but am I ready to be Gabriel's wife again, despite what I already know about him?

I've battled with those questions, but the answer has remained the same. Yes, I would do anything for my daughter, including sacrificing my own happiness.

Slowly getting out of bed, I'm careful not to wake her up. I pushed the hair out of her face before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiles in her sleep. That beautiful smile reinforces my decision to go through with the fake marriage.

I pad across the soft carpet before opening the door and leaving the room assigned to me. It was six thirty, so I wanted to make breakfast before Lilly woke up. For a kid, she's an early riser and rarely sleeps past eight o'clock.

I found Gabriel comfortably seated

here?" I squealed, trying to calm my

I don't miss the once-over he gave

was in my very short, red nightie. If there is something I've maintained from my past life, it's my love for silky, expensive nighties. I can never buy enough of them,

that leaves nothing to the imagination, but I remember that this is Gabriel we are talking about. I'm the last woman

I turn on the coffee machine and brew myself my morning nectar. "Are you going to

I replied, "I assumed you'd speak once

glares at me, and I give him a sickly sweet smile, just

a cup," he commanded after a

"Do you see a housemaid

"No"

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