Too Late for Regret:My Ex-Husband Are Trying to Win Me Back novel Chapter 8

Lynette had barely left when Zachary returned. He had just stepped inside when his phone rang—Charmaine, claiming chest discomfort again.

Without hesitation, Zachary changed clothes and made ready to leave. Passing Lynette's room, he noticed the door ajar. He frowned with a flash of irritation. She was an adult; how could she be so careless as to sleep with her door open?

Recalling her bad mood earlier, he considered checking on her. But Charmaine's call came again. With a sigh, he stepped back, closed the door, and went downstairs.

At the front door, his gaze fell on the small tree he and Lynette had planted together. It lay toppled on the ground. His chest tightened. It had been fine during the day. How had it fallen overnight?

A bad feeling gnawed at him. He glanced up toward Lynette's room, telling himself he needed to find time for a proper talk.

By the time he arrived at Charmaine's place, she had prepared a candlelit dinner.

When Zachary opened the door and saw the table full of food, he frowned. "I thought you weren't feeling well."

Charmaine tugged him into a chair. "If I hadn't said that, would you have come?"

Zachary had thought she was genuinely feeling unwell. Realizing she had lied, his concern dissolved into irritation. "Charmaine, it's midnight. You called me out at this hour. What would Nettie think? This is inappropriate."

For the first time in three years, Zachary spoke harshly to her. Charmaine froze, stunned. "But haven't we always been like this? You said you felt guilty toward me, that you'd make it up to me for life. I just wanted to spend an anniversary with you, and you speak to me like this?

"Right—you're married. You have a wife. And I'm nothing but an insignificant ex. If I'm ruining your marriage, then go. From now on, whether I live or die is none of your concern. What I did tonight was wrong. I won't ever do it again."

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