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.

He looks at me confused, before the confusion disappears and he smirks at me arrogantly.

"Let me in, Harp," His tone is dark and demanding.

Looking at him now 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 my self- confidence.

Too bad for 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 hell before I ever let her rise up from the ashes of my pain.

"No!" I snap, feeling my anger and bitterness rise inside me.

"I don't like repeating myself, Harp."

"First 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, Gabriel."

He used to hate being called Gabriel, so I add at the end just to piss the arrogant ass off.

I go to slam the door in his face, but he stops me. Pushing the door wider, he walks in like he owns the damn apartment, sliding past me.

I breathe in, the need to punch him in his arrogant, good-looking face, consuming me. How can one person be so egoistic? And how come I never noticed it when I was younger?

"Sit down, we need to talk." he says, taking a seat on my sofa.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

My apartment is small, and most things are secondhand. When I left him, I got nothing from him, and since my family's company had already gone down by the time my brother died, I literally 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 enough for us. "Harper?"

I turn to look at him. He looked so out of place with his expensive suit and shoes that cost more than my three month salary.

Sighing, I focus and take a seat opposite him. The faster I can get him to say what he wants, the faster he can leave.

"Talk," I say, making him smirk.

"It's funny how you think you're the one in control," His lips twists into a cruel smile.

My hand is just itching to smack the smirk off his face. "Just say what you came here to say and leave. Hopefully, I don't have to see your face ever again after this" "Trust me, you'll be seeing a lot of me in the months to come."

My heart starts beating at an alarming speed. Could he have found out? No, that can't be it. I took serious measures to make sure that no one ever found out about my little secret.

I calm down a little, but not enough. My curiosity was piqued. Gabriel hated me. It's no secret at all. How he treated me when we were married and the fact that he kept our marriage hidden from everyone else proved that he didn't care for me.

I've never gotten any proof, but deep down, I know my brother may have had something to do with Gabriel marrying me. You see, I once mentioned to Andrew that I had a huge crush on Gabriel, next thing I know, two years later, I'm at the register's office getting married to him.

I was so in love with him that I didn't think anything of it. Like I said, I was a naïve fool to believe that Gabriel would even look at me twice, let alone marry me. It was after, that I realized that he didn't feel a damn thing for me except hate. He broke my eighteen-year-old heart in ways I wouldn't wish on anyone.

Pulling myself from the painful memories, I focus on him only to find his stormy grey eyes boring into me.

Clearing my throat, I ask, "What did you want to discuss?"

He gives me a predatory smile that sends shivers down my back. "I have a preposition for you."

For the second time today, he manages to shock me.

He has to be joking, right? But staring at him, his eyes tell me that this isn't a joke. He was damn serious.