Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0493

Harper.

"I want you and Lilly to accompany me somewhere," Gabriel announces.

I was in our bedroom, folding clean clothes. Sure, we do have a housekeeper, but I am not used to sitting and twiddling my thumbs. It feels weird that I was used to doing everything by myself, and now there is someone else doing those things for me. I like keeping busy. I can't spend the whole weekend doing nothing.

"Your parent's are coming for dinner, Gabriel, or have you forgotten that?" I ask.

I carry some of the folded clothes and walk into the walk-in closet, where I put them in the respective drawers. Gabriel, just like me, is really organized. Liam wasn't, and that used to irritate me to the point of driving me mad.

We were married, so we had to find a way to live together with each other's flaws. It wasn't always easy, but we found a way to compromise.

I come out of the closet to find him seated on the bed. He's folding some of the clothes that were lying on the bed. "No, I haven't forgotten," he answers, placing the folded cloth on top of the other bunch. "But they'll be here in the evening. We have a couple of hours before then. More than enough."

I stop what I'm doing and just stare at him. There was something in his eyes. There is a certain kind of gleam that I can't explain.

"What's this about?" I ask suspiciously.

I want you to see. It's a

don't

I disliked about them is that you never know what you are getting. Either you like it or you don't, and when you don't like it, you have to pretend that you do. Content

the longest time, my dad would surprise me with things I completely hated. He thought he knew me, but he really didn't, given that he didn't spend much time with me and Andrew. Anyway, because he thought he knew me, he bought

this one, I

but that gleam in his eyes stops me. He

I finally concede, marriage needs compromise, right? This is

of clothes and walk to the closet. Once I'm done putting them

go," I say, pulling his attention from his

back to my face. "You are going

back at him. "What's wrong

says hesitantly, his words measured. I narrow my eyes at him. "Yeah,

you change?" His voice is hesitant, but I

what I can and can't wear, Gabriel?" My hands are fisted