Chapter 464
Ex-Husband’s Regret
Chapter 0464 "Just like I'm clearly falling for you Gabriel's words keep playing like a loop in my head over and over again for the rest of the day. We had back-to- back meetings with different investors, yet I couldnât focus on anything except those seven words.
As you have probably guessed, I am an overthinker. I overanalyze and overthink everything until it drives me to the edge of insanity. Thatâs what I've been doing the whole fucking day.
What did those words mean? Is it actually possible that heâs falling for me? What if itâs a trick? What if heâs playing me? Should I trust what heâs saying? And if itâs true, and he means those words, what am I going to do? What should I do? I want so badly to ask him, but I donât want to seem eager or desperate.
I was right after all, agreeing to be i"
I I Gabriel's wife once again, was messing meup.
I « k oN : : z You okay?â he questions, his worried glance flittering through my face.
âYesâ I whisper, trying to push those thoughts away.
It did no good to keep thinking about them. I would just end up with a migraine, something I didnât need.
âWe can stay in if you prefer. We donât have to go down.â I muster a small smile and compose myself. âNo, itâs okay.â It was now evening and Gabriel was taking me out to dinner. Technically, we were going downstairs for dinner, but that didnât matter.
Taking my hand, we leave our room and get into the elevator.
Unlike our first date, I didnât go all out dressing up today. I was in a simple black dress, heels and subtle makeup. 7
Fra spent the whole day overthinking so much that when evening came, 1 didnât have the energy to spend hours getting ready.
At this point, I just want my mind to stop. To stop spinning. To stop thinking. To stop running. I just want it to simply stop and let me relax. I didnât have the answers and that was okay. All I need is to take one day at a time without obsessing over everything Gabriel did or said.
When we get to the restaurant, the place is already buzzing with life. Soft music played above the chatter of the other diners. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, as we passed rows of tables.
âThis looks nice,â I say, once we were seated in a private corner booth.
Gabriel raises a brow, but doesnât say anything. Just stares at me in that intense way he does. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to avoid his heated glance. a
~ Iâm saved when a waiter approaches our table.
He bows slightly before saying, âSir, madam, some wine?â âYes please,â I answer, and he pours some into my glass.
The first taste hits my tongue, and itâs like tasting heaven. It tasted better than the cheap wines I was used to.
Then again, what did I expect? A hotel like this one wouldn't go for cheap wine. They probably only serve wines costing thousands of dollars.
This is exactly what I need to relax. To unwind and think about nothing for the next couple of hours.
âTell me about your former husband.â Gabrielâs request catches me by surprise. Of all the topics I thought we would discuss during dinner, Liam wasnât one of them, Swallowing the wine that goes smoothly down my throat, I turn, fully w
I attention.
âWhat do you want to know?â âDid you love him?â his jaw is clenched, and it seems like the words were forcefully pulled out of his mouth.
I donât answer immediately. Instead, I lift my glass and take another sip.
Tilting my head, I stare into his eyes.
Is that jealousy I was seeing? Could Gabriel be jealous at the idea that Iâd been in love with Liam? Smiling, I finally answer. âNo. I loved him, but I wasnât in love with him.â He leans forward, confusion replacing the jealousy that had been there seconds ago. I âI donât get itâ he says. âWhy marry him then? Did he know you didnât love him?â âYeah. My heart was already claimed and so was his. We married because I "
I was pregnant and alone with no idea I how I was going to survive with a baby on the way. I had nothing, and heâd been the first friend I made when I moved. We enjoyed each otherâs company and were comfortable around each other. Heâs the one that came up with the idea of getting married.â Liam loved his ex and he never saw himself falling in love again. He was lonely, but he didnât want the hustle of dating. He also didnât want anyone replacing the girl he had loved and lost.
We started out as friends with benefits.
Well, sort of. Like I said, he was lonely and he was a man. He needed sex. Only he didnât want to bang just anyone.
My pregnancy hormones were driving me crazy and even though I craved sex, we never crossed that line while I was pregnant with Lilly. It felt wrong having sex with Liam while carrying Gabrielâs child. We did other things though, and after my six-week checkup post giving birth, we had sex for the first time. Thatâs when he I
Thinking back at that, I canât help but laugh.
âWhat's so funny?â Gabriel asks, just as he moves from his side of the table to mine. We are now seated side by side.
My eyebrows rise in question at his unexpected action. He doesnât say anything, so I shrug and answer his question.
âI just realized that my marriage with Liam was also a marriage of convenience. We married because we wanted the convenience of companionship, friendship and sex without having to risk the heartbreak that comes with being in love.â âI donât like the mention of you, another man and sex in the same sentence.â Gabriel growls, his voice turning angry.
Sneering, I take another sip. âPlease, you have probably slept with more w
than half the women back at home, but ~ you donât see me getting angry about it, do you?â âDid you ever fall in love with him in the course of your marriage?â he all but demands, while ignoring my jab.
âNo. Like I said, I loved Liam and I will always love him, but I wasnât in love with him.â IT answer. âNow, whatâs with questions? Why are you so interested in whether I was in love with Liam?â âBecause, I need to know if someone else managed to claim your heart. I need to know whether I have a chance at claiming your love once again.â His hand grab the back of my neck and he leans forward. Maybe itâs the wine, and maybe it isnât. However, this time when he kisses me, I donât fight, because I am tired of holding back.