HIS REGRET; Chasing back his rejected ex-wife

Chapter one.

"Make me cum, baby... Argh, argh," The loud moans of his mistress had me freezing by the doorway as my eyes witnessed his betrayal.

My heart shattered instantly and for a moment, I struggled to regain my composure and senses as I couldn't believe my eyes?

"Was that really my husband, Seb, fucking some other woman in our marital bed???"

***

One unexpected night was all it took to have it all crumbling down. Just one night. One mistake. My mistake. I wasn't supposed to be home until 8 pm tonight, but I was feeling nauseous this fateful evening at my workplace, so I just had to abruptly pack up and call it a day.

I was so tired and all I wanted was to be in the arms of my lovely husband, Sebastian. He was the sweetest man in the world and he always took care of me very well. He treated me so specially to the point I found myself falling for him than I had expected when we signed our strictly business contract marriage certificate three years ago. I loved him with all my heart. He saved me at my lowest point, and for that, I am forever grateful to him.

Despite the fact that I'm an orphan with no special background and he's a billionaire and the second son of the prestigious Weston Family, he never looked down on me any day. He loved me just as I loved him. And he always protected me. He's my knight in shining armor and the only man after my heart. I trusted him with all my heart, well, until this day, this night, I caught him in our matrimonial bed with a stranger. He was cheating on me so blatantly because the way he was thrusting into the redhead lady who moaned and dug her claws into his sturdy back; was unreal.

I was so shocked by the scene I froze momentarily by the doorway of our massive bedroom. I felt my eyes burn with hot tears, and my heart clenched painfully as I witnessed the sight. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it was my husband I was staring at, at that moment. Of course, he hadn't noticed me. They both hadn't; as they were still engulfed in the pleasurable moment they were indulged in.

I felt my heart shatter to pieces, my legs wobbling as more tears trickled down my face as I witnessed my beloved husband's betrayal. Never in my life would I have believed Sebastian would do something like this to me. No. It was impossible.

I just couldn't have imagined. I trusted him with all my heart, and I swore before now that I could've vouched for him that he's the most faithful husband in the world. Lol. Jokes on me, right? So much for being faithful.

I felt as though my heart was being ripped out from my chest when Sebastian finally pulled out of the redhead and rolled over on the bed, his gaze accidentally meeting mine. Now, here's the thing. There was no single trace of remorse in his eyes, if at all there had been any emotion, it was shock.

But that was short-lived as the next expression that contorted his face was disgust and pure disdain directed at me. I was so confused I couldn't comprehend why he was staring at me like that. He had never looked at me this way before. Ever. It was the first time and it hurt like hell to witness this. I couldn't understand, and I know I also could no longer endure the sight of watching him still in bed with the redhead after what I had just witnessed. With that, I turned to my heel, heartbroken, I raced down the stairs to the living room downstairs.

I was so hurt. So raged. I couldn't even decipher with emotion I was feeling the most. Never in my life had I felt so betrayed. I just couldn't understand. More tears gushed out of my face as I flung my bag on the floor before collapsing onto the soft couch nearby, my face buried in my palms. I sobbed intensely, my heart twisting with anguish.

With each tear that fell from my eye, I grappled with the reality of what had just happened. It was excruciating to endure. How could the man I loved with all my heart betray me like this?

My moment was disrupted when I heard his velvety yet icy voice pierced through the air, resonating in my ears as he called me by my name.

"Kristine!"

My heart thudded against my chest upon hearing his voice. I felt my body tremble slightly but I fought to compose myself as I eventually lifted my gaze to match his, which remained devoid of any emotions. I felt a wave of anger surge within me as I took in his nonchalant expression. Wasn't he supposed to be on his knees right now, begging for his mistakes? How dare he look at me like that; like I was the one at fault! In that instant, I felt an intense surge to slap him hard across the cheek, but I knew I wouldn't dare.

Sebastian was a beast when he was angry. I know I might have said something about his sweet sides, but trust me, he was a ruthless man, and everyone in the city dreaded him. That's why I had mentioned earlier that he treated me SPECIALLY. Right now, I couldn't dare to provoke him. He seemed to be more angry than I am and I don't even know why.

"Babe, how could you do this to me?" I finally blurted out after an intense moment of locking eyes with him. My heart was clenching painfully and I was merely holding back from breaking down completely. I was really hurt, you wouldn't even understand me. I loved this man so much; I was obsessed with him. And his betrayal really broke me within, not going to lie.

Sebastian snickered, shaking his head with disappointment as he looked at me. "You should be ashamed of yourself for asking that, Kris."

I was shocked. "W- what?" I stammered, unable to believe my ears. I couldn't understand his reply. How could he tell me that?

Just when I thought I had witnessed enough and gotten my heart broken for one night, I finally noticed the envelope that was in his hands as he extended it to me.

My heart sank as my gaze fell on the envelope. I felt a knot in my stomach and a cold thrill run down my spine as several thoughts spiraled through me, contemplating the contents of the envelope. In this situation, I could only imagine it to be one thing. I shook my head. No, It couldn't be. Sebastian wouldn't do that to me. This was all a misunderstanding and I was certain he was going to apologize. So I thought.

My gaze ultimately traveled from the envelope to his eyes once more, and I asked a bit shakily. "W- what's this?"

He didn't stutter. The next two words that fled from his mouth had my heart plummeting to my feet as I registered them.

"Divorce papers." He said flatly.

I was so shocked that for a minute I was stunned into silence. My eyes felt dizzy and a throbbing ache surged through my temples as the words echoed in my ears. 'Divorce papers'. Sebastian was divorcing me? I asked myself repeatedly, unable to believe his words.

I finally regained my composure after a moment. I blinked severally, tears blurring my vision as I stared back at him. "W- what?" I spluttered.

"I am divorcing you, Kristine. I am done with this shit called marriage with you. You're a barren woman. And unfortunately for me, I already have someone else carrying my child. I believe you've seen her already. She's my soon-to-be wife and the mother of my unborn kids. At this point, I don't think I still need to spell it out for you. You know what to do." He said, tossing the envelope in my face.

His words pierced through my heart like a merciless dagger. He didn't seem to care about my emotional state as he went on blabbering about how barren I was. Yes, I hadn't conceived for him yet. But it wasn't my fault. It just wasn't my time to convince yet.

There was nothing medically wrong with me. Our private doctor had assured us that I would convince someday, and even Sebastian had encouraged me when I was getting really perturbed about it. He had promised everything would be fine and he'd always be there for me. How could he say this to me now? What changed?

Fresh tears cascaded down my face, my slender arms trembling slightly. I found it hard to breathe each time I recalled he had mentioned divorcing me. I was so scared at that moment I shakily rose from the couch, facing him with my face flooded with tears.

I was deeply hurt but I struggled to maintain composure. It was a futile effort as more tears rushed down my cheeks. The thought of not being with him anymore was excruciating. I couldn't imagine a life without Sebastian in it. No.

The next thing I found myself doing was lowering my stance and bending my knees. I knelt before him. I knew I wasn't at fault but that didn't matter to me at the moment.

"Seb," I started, my voice shaky and breaths hitching as I struggled to keep my voice steady. He looked down at me with resentment still etched on his face. He didn't even seem to care about what I was doing. But I carried on regardless.

I gently held the hem of his pants, my fingers trembling as I begged desperately. "Sebastian, please," I cried, sniffling as tears cascaded down my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for, but I had to try something. I couldn't allow him to divorce me. It would kill me. I just couldn't. I know I'm a disgrace to the sisterhood but this is the love of my life we're talking about here.

I continued, my face contorted with anguish. "I'm sorry, please don't divorce me. I'm sorry for anything I did wrong. I'm sorry for coming home sooner. I'm sorry, please. I swear, I'll forget this ever happened. It's my fault. My mistake for coming home now. It won't happen again, Seb. I swear to you." I begged like a fool that I was, grasping onto the hem of his pants desperately.

My heart clenched painfully with hurt when he eventually shoved me aside with his leg, rebuking me fervently. "Don't touch me! I want you to pack your things and get the fuck out of my house. I am done with you, Kristine. Marrying a barren woman like you is my greatest regret. I married you for one purpose! Provide me with a fucking heir; it was just one task and you failed to accomplish it. I don't see the purpose of continuing this charade with you. I want you out of my house by tomorrow." He told me, his voice laced with anger and malice.

I continued begging him regardless. I knew I was being a fool, I just couldn't help it. I loved him so much. He's my everything.

"Sebastian, please..." I cried out. But he ignored me.

Just in the heat of the moment, his supposed soon-to-be wife sauntered into our presence, standing beside Sebastian. I noticed she was clad in just black lingerie and her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders. I saw the look of hatred and the smug smirk etched on her face as she met my gaze. But I disregarded her as that didn't matter to me at the moment.

I turned back to Sebastian, my gaze imploring. But he was done with me. He redirected his gaze to the woman beside him, his expression softening as he looked into her eyes.

Disregarding my presence, he encircled the lady's waist, pulling her to himself possessively as he sealed his lips to hers.

My eyes burned with hot tears. I felt a lump form in my throat and fresh tears rolling down my cheeks but that wasn't all. Sebastian further carried the woman in bridal style, teasing her as he broke out from their stupid kiss.

Sebastian had completely forgotten about me as the next thing he did was saunter away with the woman still in his arms.

He left me, his lawfully wedded wife, heartbroken, downtrodden and devastated. I felt like an utter fool as a wave of loneliness hit me, reminding me it was over as my gaze traveled to the envelope nearby.

That night, while my husband cheated on me with someone else, I wept till I ran out of tears. He didn't return to comfort me.

In the days that followed, I tried begging him for another chance but he blatantly refused, stating he had made up his mind. I didn't want to sign the papers, but he forced me, threatening to do the unthinkable if I didn't comply. It finally dawned on me that there was nothing I could do to change his mind.

With that and a heavy heart, filled with sorrow and anguish, I scribbled my signature on the divorce papers, automatically ending the dreams me and Sebastian once shared.

However, before moving out of his house, I vowed to him and myself, he was going to regret his decision. Sebastian will fucking pay for this. I promised.

"You have to pull yourself together, Kristine. You can't keep doing this to yourself. The man you're wasting these tears for isn't worth it a bit." My best friend, Amelia, tried to console me as I remained still on the couch, tears trickling down my face and pooling at my ears.

It had been two solid weeks since Sebastian divorced me, yet I found it difficult to move on. I was so tired of life. After the incident two weeks prior, I had even gone to his family's house to implore them to help me beg Sebastian to take me back. But instead of helping me, they abused me and kicked me out, with Vanya, Sebastian's mother, bitterly stating that I was never good enough for her son and the divorce was a great idea. She went further to order her butlers to kick me out and warned them never to welcome me in their home again.

I was so devastated. I knew Vanya never really liked me before now. She had been against my marriage to her son right from the start because I was just some poor orphan; Sebastian had picked up from the street and shown mercy by getting married to me. Vanya always displayed her feelings of resentment towards me whenever Sebastian was on a busy trip. She maltreated me and had also threatened to harm me countless times because I was barren. She deemed me as a 'good for nothing' housewife, who was only after her son's wealth. But that wasn't true, I genuinely loved Sebastian with all my heart. It didn't matter to me if he was poor or rich, I'd have stuck with him through thick and thin. Yeah, too bad he didn't feel the same way.

I was really hurt by his family's actions. I knew they never truly cared for me, but I just didn't imagine the time I needed them the most, they'd turn their backs on me and leave me helpless. It wasn't fair at all.

"We need to head over to the mall later, Kristine." Amelia reminded me, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

I remained still on the couch, but I could hear her moving about in the living room. She suddenly halted, turning towards me as she awaited my response to her reminder.

It was then I reasoned and realized I wasn't really in the mood to step out. I was tired and in my feelings even though it had been two weeks. I still wanted some time alone.

This prompted me to shake my head without sparing her a glance. "Not going."

Her brows furrowed in disappointment. She already knew that that would be my response and she wasn't pleased at all.

"Come on, Kristine. This divorce isn't the end of the world. You have to fucking move on. I know Seb already has, so why can't you? It's his loss, not yours. I implore you to get over him already." She rolled her eyes with a huff slipping from her nostrils.

A pang clenched my heart as I absorbed her words; the painful truth. Sebastian had already moved on and I was still here mopping over him. It's true that I needed to get my act together. But how could I? I was still suffering from the sudden detachment and maybe the delusion that all that had transpired the two past two weeks was just a horrible nightmare and it would all be over soon if I was patient enough to wait. A part of me still held onto the hope that Sebastian would return to me and apologize for his mistakes and take me back. It had been two weeks but I was still grappling to accept the reality.

Amelia, walking up to me, pulled me out of my thoughts once more. She stood before the couch I lay on, her gaze lowered to me.

I tried to avoid her eyes. I didn't want to see the disappointment harbored in them.

"Kristine, come on... Look at you!" She yelled, disappointment and frustration lacing her voice. "You've barely eaten anything since the divorce. All you do is cry all day. You're getting pale and sickly and I don't like that. Come on, girl. You need to drop this pathetic behavior, it doesn't suit you. I'm done consoling you, I think it's high time you face it!"

Despite her advice, I was still reluctant. But that reluctance was short-lived when the news on TV caught our attention. I instantly darted my eyes toward the television upon hearing the name of my ex-husband.

Reality washed over me as I took in the news broadcast by the newscaster on TV. I don't think I had ever been heartbroken before like I was at that point, when he mentioned the name of my ex-husband, alongside his mistress, and further went on to reveal that the new couple were getting married in a week.

It was right there my delusions came crumbling. I felt my heart plummet to my feet, hot tears gushing from my eyes. I didn't even know I had more tears left in me, considering how I've been sobbing non-stop for the past two weeks. But after absorbing the news, I wept like I hadn't before. I was so pained, dealing with the reality that Sebastian wasn't just getting married but he also wasn't coming back to me. It was a painful reality.

Amelia tried to comfort me, seeing how downtrodden I was after the news. I could notice the regret exuding from her as she sat beside me; she wished I hadn't married a man like Sebastian. He was the most cruel person in the world and she hated him for what he had done to me.

"It's going to be okay, Kristine. You'll be fine," she consoled, patting my back while I sobbed on her shoulders like a baby.

***

"Here, eat this, it's really good. I found the recipe online," Amelia said enthusiastically as she placed down the plate of food before me on the dining table.

I merely glanced at the food, my expression inscrutable as I took in its appearance. I don't know but there was something about it that made me feel nauseous. However, I tried my best to conceal those feelings as I didn't want to hurt Amelia. She wasn't really a good cook, but she was trying. Who knows, this meal might taste better than the last ones she usually served me.

I picked up the cutlery beside the plate, ready to scoop from the lasagna but a pang of heartbreak suddenly hit me as I recalled my predicament. It had been two days since the announcement on the news that Sebastian was getting married to his mistress. They had deemed our previous union to be a failed marriage and I couldn't really blame them. I wasn't able to give Sebastian children; even an heir that he desperately sought. He did everything for me but I couldn't give anything in return. How pathetic.

"What is the matter? Come on, eat." Amelia jolted me from her reverie by her show of concern.

Pushing aside my thoughts, I nodded subtly before resuming what I was doing.

I was about to bring the food to my mouth when a wave of nausea hit me. It hit me so hard that I was compelled to drop my spoon.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I quickly apologized, noticing Amelia was already getting upset. I shook my head. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Amelia. But I swear I have no appetite."

She frowned, staring at me with her enthralling blue orbs. "You've been saying that for the past two weeks. Is it my cooking? Is it that awful?"

I shook my head eagerly. "No, no. This looks lovely... I'm just not in the mood to..." I wasn't able to finish my reassurance as I dashed out to the toilet abruptly.

The next few minutes felt dizzy but when I finally regained my composure, I found myself holding onto the seat of the toilet with Amelia patting my back tenderly. She held my hair to the back for me as I continued to empty my bowels.

"Oh, my goodness, Kristine. I didn't think it was that bad, I'm sorry." She said, her voice laden with remorse as she continued rubbing my back soothingly.

I shook my head, waving her off as I struggled to comprehend what the fuck was happening to me. This was unusual. Or was it? I had been experiencing occasional bouts of illness for the past week but I had attributed it to malnutrition. I don't know but something just didn't feel right about this one.

My thoughts were disrupted as I resumed throwing up into the toilet once more, a wave of nausea hitting me hard.

By the time I was done, I could barely recognize my reflection as I stood before the mirror. I looked so pale, sickly, and somewhat fat. It was as if I had gained weight and that was something I couldn't comprehend as I hadn't been eating really well lately.

On the other hand, Amelia's eyes scrutinized me as we remained in silence.

She finally spoke up. "Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Not really, but I should. I don't understand what's happening to me." I said.

"Oh, okay. I'll grab the keys then." She said and I affirmed with a nod before she dashed out of the toilet.

***

My hands slightly trembled as we awaited the doctor's medical report. It wasn't because I was scared, I was just too weak to even maintain my composure. My heart was broken and all I thought about was Sebastian. I wondered what he was doing at the moment. Perhaps, making preparations for his wedding coming up in two or three days. I mused.

"Kristine, the doctor is here," Amelia whispered, divorcing me from my thoughts.

I merely sat straighter in the chair as I lifted my gaze to see the doctor walking in. She was an elderly woman dressed in white scrubs.

I watched her take a seat in the opposite chair, across mine and Amelia's.

A smile I couldn't comprehend graced her features as she handed me the paperwork. But I wasn't prepared for the news that followed as she revealed enthusiastically.

"Congratulations, Miss Devereaux, you are two months pregnant."

I was somewhat fazed for a minute or two as I grappled with what I had just heard from the doctor.

'You're two months pregnant.' the words echoed repeatedly in my mind like a mantra. It felt so unfamiliar yet so shocking. I couldn't believe it.

I absentmindedly collected the paperwork from her, my mind still hazy with numerous thoughts.

"Pregnant?" Amelia blurted out. She was just as fazed as I was.

"Yes, miss. There's nothing wrong with her, she's simply experiencing the symptoms of her pregnancy. I will have some drugs prescribed for her nonetheless." The doctor added, her smile still intact.

My lips slightly parted in shock. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. I was pregnant? I quickly pulled out of my reverie and skimmed through the paperwork, which boldly confirmed the doctor's words. This was my test report with my name on it, I wasn't mistaken. And then it began to dawn on me slowly.

I realized I truly hadn't seen my period for the previous month. I also recalled the sudden dizziness I experienced whenever I tried to work, one of the reasons I had closed early for the day my husband cheated on me. I remembered the occasional bouts of illness I experienced in Amelia's home. Putting these things together, I could now see the bigger picture even though I found it hard to believe.

I was pregnant? I was really pregnant? With Sebastian's baby? I couldn't believe it. It was so unreal.

"Oh, my goodness, we're going to have a baby!" Amelia screeched, excitement bubbling within her as she glanced at me.

I was still in a daze but I struggled to regain my composure. I blinked weakly, my mind spiraling with thoughts. At that moment, I felt a mix of emotions: disbelief, elation, and sadness. I couldn't believe I was pregnant with Sebastian's baby yet at the same time, I was brimming with happiness. Pure joy flooded my heart as I lowered my gaze to my belly. I couldn't help but cradle it protectively, now realizing a life was growing in it. Not just any life, but Sebastian and I's baby.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I basked in that joyful moment. I was pregnant with Sebastian's baby! A smile broke through my lips as I finally realized this might be my way of getting back my husband!

**

"The fuck do you mean you're going back to inform Sebastian?" Amelia snapped at me as we walked out of the hospital. I had just shared with her my plans and needless to say, she wasn't quite impressed with the idea. She hated Sebastian and felt he didn't deserve to know the good news.

Nonetheless, I halted in my tracks, turning to face her in an attempt to justify my decisions to her.

"Amy, he deserves to know, alright? It's his baby..."

But she cut me off in annoyance. "He doesn't deserve to know shit! Need I remind you what he did? He cheated on you, Kristine! In your matrimonial home! Are you just going to sweep that off the carpet and be with him again? That cheating piece of shit!"

"Calm down, Amelia!" I implored, heaving a sigh. I continued. "Whether you and I like it or not, Sebastian is still the father of this baby. He deserves to know and I'm sure when he's aware, he's not going to marry his mistress anymore. He'll take me back."

I witnessed the fury that blazed in Amelia's eyes as she absorbed my explanation. She thought I had gone crazy and was completely delusional, but I didn't care. I still loved Sebastian and was willing to do anything to have him back in my life. This pregnancy news just seemed to be the best remedy for that.

"Is that it? You're really doing this?" Amelia asked, disappointment dripping from her voice as we resumed walking again.

I nodded subtly without sparing her a glance. My mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of seeing the love of my life again. The one whose kisses ignite a fire in me that only he can sate. I longed for him. I wanted him! And I was going to have him back.

"You coming?" I asked Amelia as I opened the door to the driver's seat.

"Absolutely fucking not!" She gritted through clenched teeth.

I regarded her for a moment before shrugging. "Okay, I guess I'll see you some other time then," I said, knowing I wouldn't be returning back to her house with the assumption that Sebastian would accept me back after learning of the pregnancy.

With that resolve, a smile spread across my face as I slipped into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.

I glanced at Amelia with a smile still etched on my face. "Thank you for taking care of me these past two weeks. I really appreciate it and I will ensure to let my husband know the good you did for me."

Disgust contorted Amelia's face. "The fuck?"

"Get home safe, Amelia." I chuckled softly, redirecting my gaze to the road before driving out of the parking lot.

Several thoughts of anticipation coursed through me as I headed towards my husband's(I refused to use the word 'ex') company. I couldn't wait to deliver the news to him.