Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0510

Gabriel freezes, rooted where he's standing. His hand tightens, holding mine in an almost painful grip. I look up at him only to find his eyes wide, shock coloring his features.

I look over his shoulders to find a red-headed woman, looking at him with unshed tears in her eyes. She seems emotional. I don't understand her behavior or that of Gabriel's.

Slowly, Gabriel unfreezes and turns, his movements a bit stiff. He seems almost like a robot.

*Ashley?"

This time, I'm the one that stands frozen on my spot. My heart races as her name hits my ears and registers in my brain. I take a step back and try to pull my hand from Gabriel's, but he doesn't let go. Instead, it tightens.

Her hair falls down her back in shinny ringlets that remind me of the setting sun. Her green eyes were wide and expressive, framed by long lashes that were a shade darker than her hair. Her high, well-defined cheek bones stand out, and her full lips finish off her striking features. She was taller than I was, probably standing at five foot eight or nine. She has a slender figure with a small waist.

me, my eyes drinking her in. No wonder Gabriel went for her. The woman was gorgeous, her natural beauty shinning even with little makeup on her

it was you," she says, her

cart passes near us. I push down the urge to throw up. Its greasy smell turning my stomach. I have been feeling this

but I haven't taken the test yet. I know the symptoms, and I am a hundred percent sure of what

case with moving to the new house. I have been waiting for something. I just don't know what, but I know that when I find it, I will know. Content

you doing here? Are you following us?" Gabriel asks,

I don't want to be standing here where Gabriel is face- to-face with his first

her hand up, shaking them. "No. I swear it's just a coincidence. I decided to use this park as a shortcut on my way to

foot to foot, feeling uncomfortable. I wish Gabriel would let go of my hand, but I know it's impossible with how tight he's holding

uncomfortable, awkward silence as they stare at each other. None of them uttering a single word. I can't help but wonder what's going on inside his mind. Is he remembering their shared

else, and I never asked. I thought that once he's ready to tell me the rest of their story, he will. Maybe I should have pushed to know more. My heart can't bear it if I find out that underneath the hurt and heartache, he is still in love