Ex-Husband's Regret

I stare at him, completely shocked. I immediately close my mouth just so I don't look stupid staring at him with my jaw dropped.

Never have I ever imagined that my path would cross with that of Gabriel. I assumed that the day he divorced me was the last day that I would set my eyes on him.

I know you're probably wondering about the tabloids and gossip channels on TV, but I that's not my jam. I'm too busy to focus on what's going on with celebrities.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" his deep voice interrupts my thoughts.

I take a deep breath and pull myself together. Now wasn't the time to lose my focus.

"What are doing here?"

Him being here was more than a surprise, and I also know that it wasn't a coincidence. Not at all. The Gabriel, I know, doesn't do things without a reason. If he is here willingly, then there is something that he wants.

Do you really want to find out what he wants? An inside voice asks.

My answer is immediate. No, I don't want to find out. Whatever he's here for can't be good for me, and it would be even more terrible if he found out about her.

"You know what? I don't care, please leave," I square my shoulders and tell him.

the confusion disappears and he

Harp," His tone is

and hearing the tone of voice he's using, reminds me of the time we were married. He was always cold and arrogant towards me. Always looking for ways to hurt me and destroy

him that I'm no longer the naïve, stupid girl who was in love with him. I am no longer, the weak, spineless girl he used to bully and hurt. I've come a long way from the girl who used to beg for scraps of his attention. He managed to kill that side of him and it will be a cold day in

feeling my anger and bitterness

like

of all, it's Harper, only my loved ones get to call me Harper... And second of all, I also don't like repeating myself, so, good fucking bye,

to hate being called Gabriel, so I add at the end just to piss the

stops me. Pushing the door wider, he walks in like he owns

good-looking face, consuming me. How can one person be so egoistic? And how come I

we need to talk." he says, taking a seat on my

had nothing. Looking at me now, you wouldn't believe that I was born into money or that my family was one of the top wealthy families' years ago. Liam didn't come from money, in fact, he was an orphan, and we didn't live luxuriously. Everything we had, we worked hard for it. We may not have had the best money can buy, but we were comfortable, we were happy, and that was

with his expensive suit and shoes that cost more

a seat opposite him. The faster I can

say, making him

the one in