My Husband Chose His Ex I Became His Regret novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The city didn’t care that my life had fallen apart.

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As I stood outside the gate of the house I had just left, cars sped by in flashes of light and sound. The iron bars. behind me were tall and cold, as if they had already forgotten I had ever lived there..

My duffel bag pulled my arm down.

My chest felt like it was getting heavier.

I had nowhere to go for the first time since I became Lila Knight.

I took out my phone and scrolled through it, my thumb moving around without any reason.

There was no family I could go to at midnight with red eyes and shaking hands.

No friend close enough to call without first hearing the pity.

There was no place that felt like it would catch me if I fell apart.

I let out a laugh that was thin, cracked, and wrong.

This is what it looks like to choose yourself.

I raised my hand and called a cab.

The lobby of the hotel smelt like old air and detergent. Walls that are beige. Lighting that isn’t too bright. A place for people who were just passing through and didn’t want to leave a mark or be remembered.

I paid for one night with the card that Mark didn’t know I still had.

The clerk didn’t even look at me once.

The silence hit me like a physical blow when the door closed behind me.

The room was tiny. Not personal. A bed that was made well, a painting that was too generic, and curtains that didn’t quite close all the way. I put my bag down by the door and stood there, staring, as if my body hadn’t yet caught up with what I had done.

Then my legs stopped working.

I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor with my knees pulled up to my chest. My breathing was sharp and uneven, with little gasps I couldn’t control. My hands turned into fists and dug into my thighs.

I put my hand over my mouth.

It didn’t stop the noise.

A sob came out of me, raw and ugly, like the kind that comes from deep down inside. My shoulders shook as

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one after another came, and then another, until I was bent over with any forehead against my knees.

Images hit me without mercy.

Mark walked by me as if I weren’t there.

His voice only called my name when something had to be done.

Lala, the kitchen.

Lila. Sienna needs some towels.

Don’t touch that. Lila.

Eating by yourself in the kitchen while people laughed in the dining room.

Waiting to be let go in the hallways.

Being told over and over, with and without words, that I was temporary, replaceable, and invisible.

I had cleaned his floors.

Put his clothes away.

He smiled politely while my ex wore my jewellery and slept in my bed.

And yet, I had stayed.

My chest hurt so much that it felt like it would burst open. I rocked back and forth, hugging myself, as if I could hold all the broken pieces together with my will.

“I tried,” I said softly to the empty room.

The words turned into another sob.

I cried so much that my throat hurt. Until my eyes were so swollen that they couldn’t open. Until all that was left was the sound of quiet hiccups and the dull ache of being tired.

Finally, I crawled onto the bed and lay there with my mascara smudged and my face tight and swollen, staring at the ceiling.

I had nothing when I left.

No plan.

No safety net.

Just pride, pain, and not wanting to beg a man who had never chosen me.

My phone vibrated.

15:15 Tue, May 12

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In the quiet room, the sound was loud.

Before I could stop it, my heart raced

:

Mark we need to talk. Come to my office tomorrow morning.

I gripped the phone harder with my fingers.

Hope slipped m for a few dangerous seconds, even though it wasn’t welcome.

It’s possible that he calmed down.

Maybe he figured out that he had gone too far.

This could be where he finally chose me.

The thought made me feel ashamed and sick.

I typed one word.

Okay,

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Sleep came in bits and pieces. I woke up with my heart racing, tangled in sheets, and reaching for something that wasn’t there.

My head hurt and my eyes were sore by morning, but I still dressed carefully.

I told myself it wasn’t for him.

For me.

A plain blouse. Straight lines. Nothing that could be mistaken for weakness.

The Knight Group building towered over the city like a monument to everything I had never been able to touch.

The receptionist didn’t smile.

“He’s waiting for you,” she said, turning away.

Mark’s office was still the same. Glass that is cold. Sharp corners. There was no warmth anywhere.

He didn’t tell me to sit down.

He opened a drawer, took out a thick white folder, and held it out like it was paperwork that needed to be filed and forgotten.

“Sign these.”

I thought I might be sick because my stomach dropped so quickly.

15:16 Tue, May 12

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“What is this?”My voice didn’t sound like mine at all.

“Divorce papers.” He spoke in a clipped tone Last.

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“I can’t believe I waited this long” From the start, this marriage was a bad idea. You were never what I wanted. and I’m done pretending.

It sounded like he had practiced each word perfectly.

He went on. “This ends today.” “You will stay away from my life, my company, my house, and me

My home.

My life.

“Finally, Sienna and I will be together without any problems.”

Something inside me stopped moving.

The tears.

The begging.

The hoping.

Everything burned away, leaving something calm and solid behind.

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