EX HUSBAND REGRET: I WANT YOU BACK

KILLIAN'S P.O.V.

Mother's sick, and needs a donor for liver transplant: "O" positive. I have the money to spend, being billionaire after all.

I can give you millions, spoil anyone with money, but the case is where the fuck am I going to get a donor, when no fucking soul has that blood group.

I have been going everywhere, searching like a mad man, letting my ego go, but still no one has what am looking for. I swear I can kill to get that freaking blood group. Damnit!

I stab the knife on the table, only to realize the shit I just did.

"OMG!, I am so sorry" I apologized as I instantly got a napkin from the cabinet and wrapped it around the maid's hand that was bleeding.

"It's fine, it's okay" She said as she twisted her face in pain. My heart ached for her, even though her sight disgusts me. I knew it must hurt like hell with so much pressure, still the blood keeps gushing out. The cut must be very deep.

I must take her to the hospital before she collapse. At this rate her blood is definitely going low.

I immediately lifted her into my arms, earning a gasp from her. I rushed to the garage, yelling the guard's name furiously.

"Dan, Dan, open the gate at the moment" I yelled as I opened the backseat and lifted the maid into it before closing the door and running to the driver's seat to get in.

I furiously drove out of my house towards the family's private hospital. I could hear the maid's low groans and felt my heart racing.

"Why couldn't I have been more careful?" I wondered as I got her out of the car. The napkin was already soaked with too much blood. Her uniform was stained also and the alarming thing was that she was shivering, and her eyes were barely opened.

I dashed into the hospital and the nurses on duty immediately rushed towards me with a bed and I placed the maid on it muttering an apology.

I felt really humiliated, a maid I barely gazed at, is now in a very bad condition because I could not control my feelings.

"I am sorry" I said lowly one more time, trying to retain my strictness to her. Few minutes later I sat outside her ward and the doctor Mr. Philip, our family Doctor came to me.

"What is going on Killian?" He asked worriedly.

"Who is that young girl you brought in? and how did she get so badly injured?" He inquired, feeding me with so many questions at once.

I take a deep breath, before looking back at him.

"It was me, uncle" I replied, watching him widen his eyes at me.

"You?" He called out in disbelief and I nodded.

"How?" He inquired again, and it made me feel more embarrassed, but still I speak up.

"The maid must have forgotten who I am.." I paused, trying to place my word together, in order of him not to misinterpret.

"It was a mistake, but still I don't think am the only one to blame" I sound cold, yet that didn't hinder me to keep on talking.

"She was the one trying to pack up the used plates in front of me even though she knows how her master can be.."

"I was frustrated so I grabbed the table knife beside me, stabbing the table hard" I explained more clearly. He gasped in shock placing his hand across his mouth.

"Unfortunately, it was her hand I stabbed " I added, but the guilt was still evident in my voice.

"Oh Poor girl, taking the full burnt of your frustration" He commented sadly, before suddenly hitting me hard on my shoulders.

"Didn't I warn you not to think too much about the incident?" He scolded.

"Now you have hurt the poor innocent lady" He added.

"How is she?" My lips parted and I blurted out.

"She is not in a critical condition, but she sure has lost a lot of blood " He responded.

"She is very weak, and on drip right now, but don't worry, she would be fine" He added, and made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I don't want to have feel the burden anymore. There are better things on my mind, but even though, I still want to make sure she was fine.

"Can I go in to see her?" I asked and he nodded before parting me on my right shoulder gently.

"Be careful next time, not everyone can handle your temper" He whispered out before leaving me alone and going into another ward.

Opening the door of her ward slightly, I take a deep breath, before stepping in.

My blue eyes wanders inside, and spot her lying helplessly on the hospital bed. I moved closer, and noticed she was sleeping, and her clothes had been changed into the hospital gown.

Her hand cleaned and bandaged, she looked so peaceful and innocent laying down on the bed. Even though I don't usually feel this shitty way, still my heart ached at the pain I put her through.

She was a maid working for me, but I had no idea what her name was, not to mention she looks like a poor lowlife, but am not bothered about that fact.

She rarely speak, and all I always do is bark orders at her, she obeys me everytime.

I return back from memory lane, and walk closer to her bed, before sitting on the chair in front of her

I shift my gaze to the side, and my eyes meets the drip attached to her hand. I couldn't help but notice the blood that had been infused into her.

"It can't be" I muttered and hurriedly got to my feet and moved closer to the blood bag to make sure I saw clearly and wasn't hallucinating because of stress, but it wasn't hallucination, nor a dream. My eyes widening, the solution to all my problems was looking at me right in my front.

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I immediately dashed out of her ward towards the ward I saw Doctor Philip go into, but I saw no sign of him, just a patient surrounded by his family members.

They looked up and threw me an alarmed look due to the way I dashed into their room.

"My apologies, but please where is Doctor Philip?" I asked hurriedly.

"He left just now, probably in his office. Why don't you go and check?" The patient was kind enough to suggest, but I didn't have time to appreciate and chant praises to him

Dashing out of the patient's ward, I made my way to Doctor Philip's office, before bursting in, startling the poor man a bit

"What is it with you?" He asked with me with a frown, but I ignored the question and went straight to the point.

"She is O positive" I told him and he arched his right eyebrow at me in confusion.

"Who?" He asked.

"The girl I mistakenly injured" I told him and he mouthed an " oh".

"So?" He asked again, obviously not getting my point.

"She could be a perfect match" I told him, watching him gasp as he finally realized what I meant.

"Are you an insane boy?" I hear his voice again. His face looked worried, but that didn't turn me off, I would do anything to persuade him

"Doctor Philip, this is a matter of life and death, you have to check if she is a perfect match" I told him, but it sounded more like a command.

"Killian, this girl has just lost a lot of blood and is recuperating" He reminded me, giving me a "I am not up for this look", but still I wasn't ready to give up, and let this golden luck slip away so easily...Never!.

"Check her and confirm first, then we will decide on what to do next" I told him and he sighed defeated.

"Alright" He said getting up on his feet and putting on his white coat. Watching him, a slight grin creep up in my lips before I left his office.

....

I stood outside pacing worriedly around the hospital corridor, praying within me for the girl to be a perfect match.

I had no other alternative and was already running out of time.

"Damn, what's taking them so fucking long?' I whispered, pressing my lips together. Anyone that passed me by, would clearly see that I was already losing my mind.

But just when am about to go completely insane, the door to her ward flew open and I instantly dashed towards him without giving Doctor Philip any space to move.

"Chill boy," He told me with a grin.

"Meet me in my office" He added and walked away with two nurses trailing behind him. Even though a whole Billionaire like me shouldn't be following a mere doctor's tail, yet I had no choice than to swallow my pride.

My legs taking the lead, I barged into his office, before shutting the door behind my back.

Our eyes met, and it felt like I was going to go insane again if he didn't speak up, but he did.

"SHE IS A PERFECT MATCH!". The words leaving his lips, it echoed right in my head.

KILLIAN'S P.O.V

The words leaving the doctor's lips, I paused, staring at him in disbelief, before a smile slowly found its way to my lips.

"The first problem is solved.." He paused. Turning around, I looked at him with a confused gaze.

"What other problems are there?" I asked, arching my eyebrows.

"I cannot perform the surgery without the girl's approval" He looks at me as if am a child, but I ignored his facial expression, before going into deep thoughts.

"How do I get her to agree to the surgery?..."

"I always lash at her with any chance I get.."

"Now, she's the only one that can help me, Damnit!"

"How sad it would be if the famous billionaire mother dies as a result of your ego" My mind mocks me, making me more pissed off. I pressed my lips harder.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to cajole her into willingly accepting" I hear his voice again, before looking back at him. Our eyes meets and all I can do is nod, before making my way out of his office to her ward.

Pushing her ward door open, she was still laying down peacefully asleep. I sighed, taking the seat across her bed once again as I stared at her.

"Finding a perfect donor was not easy, and now getting her to agree to be our donor is not going to be easy either" I thought, chuckling at my own shit.

"Funny the person I was looking for was by my side ever since and I never knew" I laughed hysterically.

Why didn't it even occur to me to test her for weeks? I arched my eyebrow, as the question faded away into thin air.

"Money is the key to winning people's heart" I thought as I shifted my gaze back to her, but looking at her, she didn't look like the type who would do anything for money.

"Why don't I offer her a gift she cannot reject? A gift worth more than her wildest imagination?

A "contract marriage"' my subconscious whispered and I froze, actually thinking it through.

"A contact marriage idea was not bad. But would she agree to it?" That was the question that got me thinking, but still it was worth a try.

After all, I don't think she would ever refuse her master. The famous billionaire Killian Ash, she would be dead meat if she turns me down.

No one as ever refused me, I boosted to no one in particular.

There would be lots of benefits she is going to get if she agrees to marry me. For instance she would be entitled to a monthly allowance of more than a million dollars per month, and she would be socially recognized by the world as a billionaire's wife.

"Who doesn't want me, am the golden prize" A smirk creep up on my lips, as I whispered to myself.

Zillions of ladies would jump at these offers.

"Greedy ladies" I thought, but is she one of them?" Another question popped in.

Just as am contemplating, I heard a low groan coming the side. I immediately looked at her direction, yet I saw no sign of movement, only what I could notice was her breathing, her body was still.

Damn, this was harder than any negotiation, harder than any meeting. Now, I need her, a mere maid as if my life depended on it, to think that through...it does, my mother's.

I massaged my head trying to relax, but not up to a minute later, I heard another groan, a louder one this time. Immediately rising up to my feet, I moved closer to her on the bed.

I bent slowly towards her face in confusion, wondering where those sounds was coming from. Bending closer and closer, our lips almost touching, her eyes flipped open.

But still, I was too startled by these sudden movements to get away from her, not until I saw both of her eyes widened in shock, before I remembered the complicated position we were in.

Instantly getting up, I backed away and started to scratch the back of my head nervously, not knowing what to say or how to express myself.

A whole billionaire feeling like a complete fool, isn't that wonderful. I could feel myself already getting frustrated.

I have never been that close to her. I had always made sure she knew her place in the mansion as a maid, but now what would she think?

" S..s..sir" She stuttered, making me summon up the courage and look at her in the eyes.

"You are awake" I commented strictly, trying to act like no awkward moment happened between us minutes ago

She glanced at her surroundings and widened her eyes at the sight of the drip connected to her arm. It was only now she realized she is in the hospital.

"How did I get here?" She muttered, looking at me dumbfounded.

"I rushed you down here, you were bleeding badly from the cut" I explained briefly, without adding the fact that I just got her secretly tested.

"I...

"Sorry for hurting you, it was not intentional" I cut her off, and replied in a non repentant manner. Looking back at her, she beamed at me, even though if I was in her shoes, I would have given myself a tight slap.

"It's alright sir" She pause, searching for what to say next...

"Thank you" She appreciated, but it only make me arch my eyebrow

"For?.." I asked sharply.

"...Saving my life" She replied, and somehow her words only made a quick smirk creep up on my face.

Her eyes looked whitish, I could tell from her look she was not comfortable with me in the room, but my impressions were already sealed with her.

"You'll do your master a little favor, and get something better in return" I told her, deciding to go straight to the point. Time was not on my side any longer.

"Be glad to be of service, sir" She replied back, and it only made me grin wider. Like I said, I don't think anyone would ever turn me down.

"Note, this is a big risk and I would not be asking you this if it wasn't urgent" I began and she gave me her whole attention.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"To make this clear, you are my maid, you work for me and belong to me, so even if you want to change your mind, you can't " I knew I sounded like a psychopath, but that didn't stop me to keep on speaking..

"I will need you to donate your liver to someone very important to me" I dropped the bomb, watching her mouth open. She gasped, widening both eyes at me in shock

"What?" She yelped, and even though I reminded her she was my maid, still I knew it was not going to be easy to fully convince her or so I thought.

"I am willing to pay for it or do anything you ask" I paused...

"Even if it means offering to pay you in silver and gold, or starting any business of your choice for you. I added lastly or a marriage contract, whereby you will have access to more than a million dollars monthly as your allowance" I told her, but deep down I did not actually mean it: the contract marriage of a thing.

"Why would I offer a maid like her such an big opportunity? She does not look like the greedy type. Judging her, she would literally accept anything I give her. I thought, but what she said next shocked me to the bones

"I want that" She said, bringing me out of my thoughts and making me arch my left eyebrow in confusion.

"Want what?" I asked, totally hoping within me, she was not referring to what I think she is

"I want us to have a contract Marriage" She told me and I broaden my eyes in shock at her words.

"What?" I asked, and she nodded slowly.

"Yes"

"Why would you want something like that, you are just a maid, it's too greedy to ask something like that, you want to extract money from me?" Losing my cool, I asked her angrily, pissed at myself for thinking she was different from others.

I knew she was a lowlife but not a greedy one, I thought. She seemed modest, only for her to be interested in being my wife!!!!!!

"I thought you suggested it?" She asked and I threw her a glare.

"Yes I did, but that does not mean I meant it. Besides I gave other options, why not pick the one you want from those?, I will give it to you, whatever it is that you desire. No need to necessarily get married to me" I told her, but again, she had the gut to refuse me.

"No!" She said. " I want the contract marriage option" She insisted.

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CATHERINE'S P.O.V

"Even if it means offering you a marriage contract, whereby you will have access to more than a million dollars monthly as your allowance" He told me, and I opened my eyes at his words.

He had never for once had a conversation with me, yet he's offering me a contract marriage in exchange for my liver

"Millions..." I thought, I could finally save them all if I had that.

"I want that" I told him, and he arched his left eyebrow at me in confusion

"Want what?" He asked.

"I want us to have a contracted Marriage" I told him and his eyes grew wide in shock.

"What?" He asked, and I nodded slowly.

My mind goes back, and I remember about them...

I could not miss this opportunity, my parent in financial crisis, in that slump of a place have suffered enough, and when an opportunity has finally risen for me to save them, I would dare not miss it. My parents are the only one I have left, no one else.

"Yes..." I reply back to him.

"You are a maid, isn't that too greedy of you to ask such, do you want to extract money from me?" He asked, throwing me a furious look. I knew what he was probably thinking that I was a gold digger.

Even though am not, I won't care, anything to save my parent, I would accept it.

"I thought you suggested it?" I asked, and he threw me a glare.

"Yes I did, but that does not mean I meant it, besides just state any amount you want, I will give it to you, you do not need to necessarily get married to me" He told me and I thought it through quickly.

"Nope" I thought. The status of been his wife to save my family was a lifetime opportunity.

"No!" I said. " I want the contract marriage option" I insisted, and I saw him clench his fists in anger.

"Do you know who I want to use your liver for?" He asked, and I kept quiet, looking away from his face.

"My mum" He answered himself, and I immediately turned to look at him in shock.

"Was Mrs. Ash dying?" I wondered.

"After my father's death when I was just 15, she took up his business, fighting away her rivals and brought me up. Despite all the struggles, she never for once complained, nor abandoned me. With everyone against her, and telling her to give up, including her family, she never listened, because of me"

He told me, and I gulped, feeling guilty and wanting to just help him for free to save his mum but I could not, my hands were tied. I needed his help too.

"So you see, I love my mum to bits and you can imagine how shattered I was when the doctor told me two weeks ago she was dying, and needed a liver donor to be saved " He began.

"That was not the problem, finding a perfect match was the challenge. For two weeks, I found no one, I hurt you this afternoon, I wasn't sane." He explained...

"I had the doctor today check if you were a perfect match for her, when I saw you were the same blood group " He told me.

"I have no problem paying for what you ask for, or giving you a contract marriage, what I have problem with is you trying to rip me off, trying to satisfy your greed, using my mother's condition against me" He explained, and I sighed, closing my eyes tightly in pain.

He could not understand, even if I tried explaining everything to him.

Would he ever believe me if I said I was dying too, if I mention the rare disease I have, that even his doctor couldn't even detect it.

He would never understand if I told him I just had limited time to set my family free, that is my lifetime wish. I wanted to see it come through before I finally leave this world.

It hurt to see my master this way, yet my hands were tied up. Blood is thicker than water...I chose my family.

I turned to look at him, trying to mask my pitiful sorrowful expression with a evil greedy smirk.

"So?" I asked harshly. " That is none of my business. if you want my liver for your mum, be ready to get married to me" I told him arrogantly, hating the way I was behaving but I just had to, to save my family.

I saw a look of disappointment flash across his face, as he muttered.

"So be it ".

CATHERINE'S P.O.V

"Here" Mr. Ash said, flinging a contract file on my lap aggressively. I winced at the pain, and raised my head up to look at him.

He had on his face a look of irritation, a look of pure disgust, and for some unknown reasons, I felt bad.

"That's the contract" He said.

"Read it and sign," He added, before going out of the room, leaving me all alone. I looked down at the contract, and felt tears at the brink of my eyes.

He must think now, that am nothing but a gold digger. I thought, as I blink my eyes to stop the tears, before I proceeded to sign the contract without even reading it.

I was not in the mood, and I also could not understand some big grammars written in the contract, yet I put my signature on where it was needed.

Yes, I am half illiterate. I could not complete my education to college, due to the crisis my parents fell into, but it's this same crisis am going to end, no matter what it takes.

I dropped the contract on the nightstand, and rested on the bed fully, closing my eyes, and wishing hopefully everything would go well, but of course, it went worse instead.

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Life became so miserable for me, or should I say was made miserable ever since I got discharged from the hospital.

Killian never treated me as a wife, but more like a slave. He gave me extra chores to do in the house, intentionally made me skip my meals, and sometimes ask me to reclean the entire mansion all alone.

His girlfriend, Miss Daniella, was the worst. She hits me continuously, and never fails to humiliate me.

There was a time, I was cleaning the house silently. I was somehow slow because I felt so weak and was having cold.

Just then, I felt an icy, chilled water being poured on me. I gave a little scream, and turned to find out the culprit was no one other than Miss Daniella.

I was completely drenched, and was seriously shivering, but all she did was smirk and ordered me to mop up the water on the floor.

I wish Killian would just break up with her, what does he sees in a bitch like her. I feel my blood starting to boil.

...

I tried pleading with her, but the next thing I felt on my right cheek was excruciating pain. She slapped me so hard, I could feel the cold, metallic taste of blood on my lips.

"Shut up bitch and mop up that mess" She yelled, before departing arrogantly. I started shedding tears at the moment and made a move to go get the mop, but all I ended up doing was to slip and fall on my butt.

The pain took over me, but still, I tried not to scream to avoid another beating. I struggled to get up, and when I did, I walked to the kitchen to get the mop, and met another package of shits. Dirt stains everywhere.

Even though I knew the famous fashion designer, Miss Daniella was behind this, still, I had no other choice than to swallow my frustration and reclean the kitchen all over again. But right now, it was like a pig stile again.

That day, after numerous cleanings, my head and entire body was aching me seriously that I had to take pain killers to feel a little better, but when it was finally time to rest late at night, I was not allowed to by the two lovebirds.

What kind of fucking marriage is this, I feel so stupid, use, and like pure trash.

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"Get dressed, and look presentable. You are following me to an important banquet tonight" Mr. Ash said, bringing me out of memory lane, before flinging a dress bag at me. He flung it so hard, and aggressively that the zip tore my hand.

I winced in pain, and the bag fell to the floor.

"You fool" Mr. Ash growled, making me shiver.

"How dare you let what I gave you fall to the ground?" He yelled.

"The bag cut my hand, and injured me, wh.. " I tried explaining, but all he do is just laugh it all up

"And do I look like I care, so what if it cut you and you got injured, huh?" He asked, throwing me a look filled with bale.

"Am I suppose to pity and sympathize with you?, or I should cry that a maid...sorry, that my wife got injured" He yelled pressing his lips together, as his gaze killed me.

"That dress is very expensive and is worth more than your existence, so you are suppose to worship it" He growled furiously. I stood there shivering as I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

Just what did I do wrong to deserve all these?. I wondered, feeling my tears roll of my cheeks, yet he didn't care if I cry. After all, I was nothing to him, he cleared that up.

"Get down to your knees, pick that bag up and lick it clean" He yelled, and it immediately made my head rise up to look at him, shocked.

"W..What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I saw him grin as he threw me a mocking look.

"What?, you are too arrogant to pick the bag up?" He asked and I kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

"Now do as I say, or you wouldn't like the consequences" He roared, and I found myself actually kneeling to the floor in tears. I picked the bag up, despite my bleeding arm, which hurt like hell.

"Good girl, now lick the entire thing clean" He ordered, and I tearfully did. My tears dropping to the floor, I licked every dirt off, feeling the urge to puke, but knowing I dare not to so.

"Good" He commented, but when I tried getting up, he stopped me with his words.

"Not so fast, my dear" He said, and I wondered why.

"Lick off those tear stains you made on my expensive tiles" He ordered, and I immediately raised my head to look at him.

"S... s... si...sir" I stuttered with fear clearly evident in my face, but he just ignored me and said.

"You know I hate repeating myself, dear " He reminded me and I actually bursted into tears at the moment.

"Stop with the crocodile tears, and do as I say, otherwise no money for you at the end of this month " He said, making me glance at him quickly

"What?, that is going back on your words and the contract " I yelled already frustrated, but he just smirked at me dangerously, and I had a feeling, I had entered into a trap

"But what trap?" I wondered.

"You did not read the contract, did you?" He asked, and I gulped, turning to look away from his face.

I heard him release a loud chuckle.

"Catherine .." He called out my name and called me a psycho, but still, and even after everything, maybe I was the real psycho, cause I still love the way my name roll out of his tongue.

"You do not know what you have gotten yourself into" He began, and I arched my left eyebrow at him, wondering what he meant