My ex-wife's Regret

Michael’s spirit was through the roof as he finished cleaning and made his way to his room. He walked down the hallway with a spring on his steps, and his earlier frustrations were long forgotten. In his mind, he was the most important person in her life; this feeling was so unrivaled to him, and he felt a sense of peace, knowing that she was finally acknowledging his sacrifices.He entered his bedroom, and suddenly he had a brilliant idea. He had wanted to do something special for her, something that would show her just how much he valued and supported her. He thought about the entertainment company he owned—one of the largest in the industry and a key player in his vast business empire. What better way to demonstrate his love than to gift her a significant share in the company?With that thought, he reached for his phone and dialed his Claire's number once again. The phone rang once, and she picked it up.“Hello sir, what can I do for you?” Claire asked with her usual professionalis

The door of our bedroom burst open with a loud bang, and both Michael and Bianca looked up in shock. A man rushed in and went straight towards Bianca on the floor.“Gerald.” Bianca whispered his name, and he enveloped her in a hug, whispering sweet nothings in her ears.Michael's studied the man's face, and then his heart dropped. This was the man that was kissing his wife in the photo. What on earth was he doing here? Why was he even here? Michael clenched his fists as his anger returned tenfold, but he forced himself to calm down and watch as another man was hugging his wife right in front of him.“Bianca, are you okay?” Gerald’s hands gently brushed the tears from her cheeks. “Did he hurt you?”Bianca still dazed from the resounding slap, nodded weakly, hugged Gerald tighter, and bawled in his arms.Gerald's brows furrowed, and then he rose to his full height and turned to Michael. “You’re nothing but a coward. Hiding behind your wife's success while you sit doing nothing.”“Oh?”

Michael took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to forget the unsettling sight of what had just happened. His balls tingled, but he calmed himself as he observed that the woman seemed more settled now, not looking to kick anymore balls.“No need to apologize; you did what you had to do,” he nodded, still keeping a safe distance from her.The woman looked at him like she was appraising an art piece, and it seemed like she liked what she saw as a sweet smile stretched on her lips. “Hi, I'm Olivia,” she introduced herself. “What's your name?”“It's Micheal.” Michael responded with a blank look, staring at her leg as if she would hit his balls at any moment.“Can I at least buy you a coffee as a thank you?”Olivia offered.Michael hesitated at first but agreed. He had nothing else to do, and it could serve as a good way to get Bianca off his mind.“Sure, I could use a coffee.” He nodded.Olivia smiled again, and they walked together to a nearby coffee shop.After ordering their drinks

The evening air was cool,cool, and the luxurious mansion where the party was being held buzzed with vibrant energy. MichaelMichael stepped out of a taxi and looked up at the grand entrance with a sense of anticipation.With a deep breath, he approached the entrance.. Just as he was about to enter, two security guards stepped forward and blocked his path. “Name?” One of them asked with a rough voice as he assessed Michael's attire.“Micheal.” He replied simply, not bothering to elaborate.“Sorry buddy. This is a private event, guests only.” The guard shook his head.Michael's forehead creased with a frown. Before he could respond, a sleek black car pulled up at the entrance, drawing people's attention. The door opened, and out stepped Bianca and Gerald, both dressed to the nines.Bianca wore a figure-hugging red gown with a slight slit, while Gerald was decked out in a designer tuxedo. They looked like every bit the glamorous power couple, and boy, did they know it?“Micheal?” Bianca