All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Derek's POVThe moment the words left my mouth I wanted them back.You're not smart enough.I heard them land. I watched them land. I saw the exact second they hit Sophie — the small, almost invisible flinch, the way her face went very still and very careful, the particular quality of stillness that I had learned, over two years of living with her, meant she had been hurt and was deciding not to show it. I had seen that look on her face more times than I could count and I had looked away from it every single time.Tonight I couldn't look away.Because I had put it there.The regret was immediate. Deep and sharp and sitting right in the center of my chest before I had even finished the sentence. I hadn't planned to say it. I hadn't sat down at that table intending to be cruel to her. The words had come from somewhere ugly and reactive — from seeing Ares beside her, from the easy way he had turned to her the moment he sat down, from the warmth in his voice when he asked if she had reste

Ares's POVI sat at the dining table for a long time after Derek walked out with Sophie. The chair beside me stayed empty. Her plate was still there, the food barely touched. The candles kept burning like nothing had changed, but everything had changed. The air in the room felt heavier now.Shirley sat at the far end with her wine glass, watching me with that careful look she always had when she was trying to figure out what I was thinking. Lana stared at her plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Neither of them said a word.Good. I didn’t want to hear their voices right now.I pushed my chair back and stood up. I didn’t say goodnight. I walked out of the dining room, down the long corridor to my wing, and closed the door behind me. The quiet wrapped around me like a blanket. I stood there in the dark and breathed, trying to cool the fire burning in my chest.If I saw Derek’s face again tonight, I was going to lose it. I wanted to put my fist through something — p

Sophie's POVI left Derek standing in the library doorway and walked back to my room.My head was throbbing. It had started sometime during dinner — that familiar pressure building behind my eyes — and the emotion of the evening had made it worse. I needed to lie down before it developed into something I couldn't manage. I had learned, over months of living with this, to catch it early. Once it got to a certain point there was nothing to do but wait it out in the dark.I closed my bedroom door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my fingers to my temples for a moment. Then I kicked off my shoes and lay back on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling.The room was quiet.The house around me had gone to its evening quiet — that particular settling sound of a large building exhaling after a day of too many people in it. I could hear nothing from downstairs. Not Derek. Not Ares. Not Shirley's heels or Lana's television or any of the sounds that usually filled the space

Sophie's POVThe word slipped out breathless and shaky. My mouth had gone completely dry. Heat flooded between my legs so fast and hot that I had to press my thighs together again, harder this time. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet and aching.On the screen, Ares’s voice came low and rough. “That’s what you do to me, Sophie. I’ve been hard since the second you said yes on the phone. Since I heard that little breath you took when I told you I think about you constantly.”He shifted slightly on the bed and the thick bulge moved with him. My eyes stayed locked on it.“I’ve been lying here thinking about you,” he continued, voice dropping even lower. “Thinking about that night you came to my door. The way you looked at me when I was standing there in nothing but a towel. You wanted to touch me, didn’t you? I saw it in your eyes. You wanted to reach out and run your hand down my chest… maybe lower.”I swallowed hard. My nipples were tight and sensitive against the thin fabric

Sophie's POVMy blush went deeper, burning all the way down my chest. I couldn’t find any words, so I just bit my lip and nodded again.He chuckled once more, low and warm.“Sleep well, beautiful. I’ll see you soon.”We said goodnight one last time, and then the screen went dark.I placed the phone carefully on my nightstand and lay back against the pillows. For a long moment I just stared up at the ceiling, my heart still beating fast. Then I covered my face with both hands, my fingers cool against my flushed skin.My husband’s uncle had just made me come on a video call.The realization hit me all over again, hot and sharp and impossible to ignore. I had touched myself while he watched. I had moaned for him. I had let him talk me through the most intense orgasm I had ever had, all while Derek was somewhere in this same house.And the worst part — the part that made my stomach twist with both guilt and something dangerously close to excitement — was that I already wanted more.I want