Chasing The Wife He Couldn't Love: Ex-Husband’s Regret

Hailey's POV I sat on our sofa, my eyes glued to the entrance. ‎This was the first time something like this had happened. ‎What was going on with him? Why was he keeping so late? ‎Even though we were not very close, he respected our marriage so much that he always returned home as soon as he finished from the company. ‎But today was absolutely different, I wondered what had happened. ‎Dylan's affection was based on his mood, some days when he was happy, he came showering me with kisses and lots of gifts, and some days, he was out of it as if not interested in the marriage, but he had never stayed out late. ‎Just then, I heard the creaking sound of our door. He was back. ‎My tensed-up mind calmed a bit and a slight smile appeared on my lips upon sighting him. ‎He looked amazingly handsome as always. ‎I stood up and walked up to him, but his aura was outrageously cold and aloof. ‎Sometimes, he was like that but today, it was different-so different. ‎"What happened? What keeps you so late?" I muttered, my tone soft and filled with concern. ‎But when he raised his head and looked at me, a cold shiver ran down my spine. Had I done something wrong? ‎"Is there a problem?" I asked. ‎"What concerns of yours is it that I stayed out late? Is it because I used to come back here every time? Is that why you think you're special?" He thundered. ‎I felt a sharp pain pierce through my heart. ‎"Get out of my way," he said and brushed past me. ‎He was cold but had never been this cold. My leg wobbled, I walked back to the sofa and sank in. ‎Dylan always had his ways of making me feel pain every time, but this was worse, this wasn't him, there used to be a bit of care in his behavior, but today it was completely flat, uninterested, hatred-I felt it all. ‎Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang. ‎I looked at the screen, and my heart started pounding fast in my chest. ‎With my shaky hands, I picked it up. ‎"Hey sis.." the voice bellowed. This voice that I dreaded with all my heart. ‎This voice that had done nothing but caused me pain, trauma, and heartache. Why was she calling? ‎"Is that how you behave as a sister? You know I'm back but didn't care to call or say anything?" she muttered, her voice teasing as always. ‎"Oops didn't Dylan tell you? I just called him and he said he's back home, you mean he didn't tell you that your lovely sister is back?" she muttered and my hand couldn't shake the more. ‎At this point, I was almost gasping for air. ‎This was it, where the problem started, why Dylan came back late today. Why his aura was so cold. He was with her. ‎"You wouldn't even say anything to your sister? Come on Hailey, we've grown past this." Lexa muttered, knowing she was getting at me by returning to California. ‎Why was she back? Why now? After so many years? Why? And why was Dylan with her?! ‎I shook and suddenly dumped the phone on the sofa and sprang to Dylan's room. ‎I didn't stay committed to loving him all this years just to be treated this way. I had hoped that one day, he'd fully come around and we'd live as one big happy family, not for him to do this in the end. ‎"So this was it. You were with Lexa" she voiced as soon as she pushed the door open. ‎"What about that?" Daylan muttered, his tone flat as though it was nothing serious. ‎"Why are you making a big deal out of this? Your sister was at the airport she needed someone to pick her up and she called me," he explained, his voice nonchalant. ‎I rubbed my hair to the back, biting on my lower lip. ‎"She's your ex, Dylan," I muttered but that doesn't seem to mean anything. ‎"So what! Please leave when you're done!" he snarled at me making me flinch. ‎But I refused to move an inch. I didn't know how to-I suddenly forgot how to take a step. Dylan had hurt me to my deepest. ‎"If not for my family, do you think I'd be married to you? I warned her to quit partying, she got caught by grandfather and he rejected her, and your dad, they practically begged me to take you since they can't let go of my family's connection, you're nothing but a sold-off goat. You don't have any right to question what I do, who I see, or even sleep with." he muttered effortlessly as if his words were not bruising my soul. ‎When Lexa was rejected as his bride-to-be, Father insisted that I must marry him. Dylan seemed nice and very handsome, the kind of man every woman dreamt of. I wasn't happy my sister was rejected, I wasn't happy not having to choose who I spent the rest of my life with, but I had to accept my fate. ‎He became my husband and I chose to love him. With his handsome face, it was easier to fall in love with him. ‎After our marriage, Lexa disappeared. It was peaceful, living with him was bliss, we were getting close only for Lexa to be back after three years. ‎We had a driver back home, she could have called him to pick her up, Why Dylan? ‎My heart constricted with so much pain. ‎"Leave!" Dylan's voice echoed, jolting me up from my reverie. ‎I walked slowly out of his room, his words echoing in my head. 'You're nothing but a sold-off goat.' ‎Tears I've been holding streamed down my face. ‎As my legs moved, it took me back to our main room. My eyes darted around, it occurred to me he wouldn't be coming here this night. Panic settled in my heart. Was I going to lose my husband? I needed him, I needed Lexa gone. Severe heartache engulfed my soul. ‎Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard our doorbell ring.