His Deep Regret Novel – Estelle’s world came crashing down as she took in the sight of her husband’s lips entangled with the woman who had dumped him years ago. “Would you say your ex ditching you years ago was a blessing?”The paparazzi asked. Hunter froze and his hold on Estelle’s waist loosened. “Isn’t that?” He pointed in the direction Hunter and Estelle were looking. “Bloody Christ! Carla? What is she doing here?” “Oh my god! Isn’t that Carla, Hunter’s ex-girlfriend?” “What is she doing here?” “OMG! They look perfect together.” “Could they have been secretly dating all this while, behind Estelle?” He cradled Carla’s chin and brought her lips towards him for a passionate peck.
“The deepest pain is caused by the one you love the most” Estelle’s brown eyes glided over her reflection in the mirror. She was adorning an off-shoulder long champagne gold dress, with beaded accessories crocheted into it, and her brown locks were packed into a French twist. It was her second anniversary with her husband, Hunter. She is lucky to be married to the man she has only ever loved. The best gift that could ever happen to her and today is a celebration of finally capturing the heart of the said man after two years. Arms were wrapped around her body from behind, and she sighed, snuggling further towards her husband, who had her in a tight embrace, and immediately her eyes fell asleep at the feeling of soft peckes pelted on her neck.
“You’re beautiful and hot” Hunter murmured, softly nibbling the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck before sucking it in, and she rewarded him with a soft moan. “Hunter,” She moaned as his tongue glided down her neck in such a sensual way she felt her knee weaken. “We need to leave. Everyone is waiting for us.” “Five minutes, babe” he mumbled, assaulting her neck and groping her bossom. Her breathing came out in sensual pants, her thighs clamped together while her hips moved in sync with his touch, just right against his hard-on. She knew she should stop him, but she couldn’t nor did she want to. She had longed for this type of attention from her husband and the last few days of their intimacy had been a blessing she never knew would come to the past for her.
Hunter, the man she had spent all her teenage years getting his attention and pleaded to look at her when they got married, is presently ravishing and worshiping her body a few minutes before their second anniversary. Isn’t that magical? Her skin buzzed under his touch and a moan escaped her lips when his teeth met with a sensitive part of her neck. Hunter groaned and twisted her around, his lips instantly meeting hers for a hot ravenous peck. His hand groped her butt, and he pressed his hard body into hers and could she feel his hard-on. A groan escaped his lips, and she knew it was a matter of seconds before she had her clothes pulled off her body and her butt hung up in the air. A position she has come to realize he loves when he is in the mood for a quickie, but not today. Estelle pulled away and gazed dazedly at the lustful eyes of her husband and she felt her nerves twist in yummy delight. Her husband was a sight to see with his tailored suit clinging sinfully to his body.
Her gaze traveled to his straight nose, then towards the delicious and sinful full lips, a lighter shade of his skin, then back to his eyes; hooded icy blue eyes that drew her in every time. They watched her intently with lust, causing her breath to catch and her mind in complete scandal chaos. “You can have me all night, Hunter. Let’s just go now.” “Don’t go back on your words later!” He said breathlessly while arching an eyebrow. Estelle cupped his face and grinned before leaning in for a quick peck, “I promise, Mr. Gray” “Okay then, let’s go” He grinned back, his orbs excitedly dancing with promises of whatever he planned for her tonight. Hunter took her small hands into his large ones as they made their way out of the room. He opened the door for her and helped her with her gown as they walked down the stairs and out of the large house.
They drove silently towards the party venue. Hunter had his head laid on the car seat with his eyes closed. Beside him, Estelle was busy on her phone. She had missed countless calls from her family and was responding to dozens of their messages. They were growing impatient at every second, and she understood why. A message from her brother popped in: “The paparazzi are here in huge numbers. Didn’t know your husband was going to make it grand since he refused to celebrate the first year.” Estelle bit her lips and her face flushed. Everyone knew of their story – of how Hunter had been her teenage crush and boyfriend until the unfortunate incident she did not wish to recall. Still, when she got a marriage proposal from his parents, she couldn’t reject it even though her family disapproved of it.
That was because the lady he loved left him for reasons they don’t know, and he was going through heartbreak in a hard way. They knew all this because Estelle and her family had been friends with the Gray family ever since. However, after receiving no love from Hunter since their wedding day, today everyone is finally waiting to celebrate their anniversary since it’s the first time since their marriage. Her mother sent a message: “We’re waiting darling. When are you both coming?” The car came to a halt and she looked up. Her lips curved into a smile, “We’re here.” The same hotel used for their wedding and the same in which their wedding anniversary was held was crowded with reporters. They rushed towards their car at once when they detected them. “Ready?” Hunter asked, then took her hand and pecked it. Is she ready? She felt like a new bride.
She let out a smile over her nervousness and nodded her head, “Yes, I am.” Hunter got out first and opened the door for her. They shared a beautiful smile; their faces radiated pure happiness. She held onto Hunter’s arm, the other raised her dress as they walked around the car, and immediately they were bombarded with camera flashes. Estelle’s brother, Ethan, and Hunter’s friend Dave appeared through the bees of reporters, lending a helping hand to help make the couple’s way through the sea of reporters who took their job way seriously. But then, Estelle couldn’t blame them, she wouldn’t miss reporting a billionaire’s wedding anniversary if she was a reporter herself. Especially, a billionaire whose ditch incident was all over the news, rendering their marriage at that time the talk of the town.
“Mr. Gray, You look breathtaking with Estelle” Someone in the crowd shouted and earned a round of hooting, making Estelle flush red, but the smile on her face was temporary and withdrew itself when the same person shouted again. “Would you say your ex ditching you years ago was a blessing?” Silence followed by a few curses and mumbling Hunter froze and his hold on Estelle’s waist loosened. Estelle’s heart soared with panic. She knew the question was a sensitive one for Hunter, one she couldn’t bring herself to ask. One she had tried for years to make him forget to no avail and now that they had finally come to love each other, she hoped he wouldn’t react badly to the question. Estelle lifted her gaze to see him and her heart dropped as she took in the look on his face.
His face was ghostly white, his lips trembled like he was mumbling something to himself and his eyes narrowed on something. Estelle followed his gaze and her body numbed and her heart, which had dropped earlier, jumped and pulsed in her throat. No, no no “Estelle, you guys need to move now,” Ethan said from behind them, but the couple were rather too shocked to hear him. “Estelle?” Ethan yelled again. “Move or your fans might end up crushing me to death.” Yet nothing “You both need to seriously…” Ethan’s words died in his mouth when he pushed himself around the frozen couple. “Isn’t that?” He pointed in the direction Hunter and Estelle were looking. “Bloody Christ! Carla? What is she doing here?” Dave, who had also squeezed himself past the frozen couple, shouted, completely stunned. His words acted like a wake-up call for Hunter.
He jolted back to his senses, “Carla” he muttered shakily. His shoulder roughly bumped into Estelle as he took slow then quick steps towards the lady. Estelle, not expecting the push, tripped on her dress and fell sideward with a stunned yell. She winced as her body hit a standing camera first, then onto the hard ground. “GOSH! Are you okay Estelle?” Ethan rushed to her to help her stand up, but a sharp cry escaped her lips when her weight rested on her feet. “GSH! I think you twisted your ankle,” Ethan said, inspecting her ankle, but she was too numbed to care. She sat on the floor staring as her husband rushed past the reporters towards Carla, the love of his life who stood clad in an armless Lavender dress with her arms wrapped around her like she couldn’t believe she was there herself. Hunter got to her in no time and Estelle watched as he held both of Carla’s hands. She could see his shoulder trembling as he shook his head while talking to her.
She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it must be him confessing his profound love for her because she saw Carla’s shoulders shake too, with her head bowed. And to top it all, her husband, who she thought was going to renew their marriage and proclaim his love for her to the world today, cradled Carla’s chin and brought her lips towards him for a passionate peck. “I find myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions – anger, disbelief, and profound sadness – that threatens to consume me whole” Estelle’s world came crashing down as she took in the sight of her husband’s lips entangled with the woman who had dumped him years ago. The woman who made her endure her wedding night alone, the same woman who made her endure the cold shoulders of her husband for a good two years and when she finally, just when she finally got to get his attention, she came out from nowhere all of a sudden and took him away, right in front of her without even trying.
Gasps and murmurs filled the air just as Estelle’s heart ripped noisily and painfully in her chest. The reporters’ attention shifted from Estelle to Hunter and Carla. “Oh my god! Isn’t that Carla, Hunter’s ex-girlfriend?” “What is she doing here?” “OMG! They look perfect together.” “Could they have been secretly dating all this while, behind Estelle?” Ethan balled his fist in anger and then turned to his sister. He took hold of her hand and tried pulling her away from the situation, but Estelle didn’t budge, she stared lifelessly at her husband, not caring about the reporters and their bickering. For Estelle, it felt like a rope had been tied around her heart, and it had been tugged tightly, she found herself gasping for air.
This must be her hallucinating. It can’t be real. That couldn’t be her husband sucking another woman’s face a few feet away from her, right in front of the whole world. Hunter wouldn’t do that. But he was, even as she rapidly blinked away her tears, she could still see him vividly, holding the woman lovingly, his arms cradling her face, as he deepened the peck. Shaky sobs escaped her lips just as a hand grabbed her, and dragged her trembling body out of the scene and, a few minutes later, she sat on the floor in the hall with both of the families excluding her husband. By this time, the hotel had been deserted; all the guests and hotel staff, including most of the reporters, had left. Although her parents begged her to leave, Estelle couldn’t bring herself to. She stared lifelessly at nothing, mumbling to herself. Earlier, she had caught a glimpse of Hunter pulling Carla out of the premises and into the same car they both used to transport to the hotel.
Now she was sitting, completely out of state. Her hair, which had been perfectly arranged, was now dishevelled from continuous pulling. Her beautiful face was now adorning streaks of tears mixed with mascara trickling down her face. She was a complete mess. A day which was supposed to be perfect and the happiest day of her life turned into a nightmare in a matter of seconds. “Estelle, dear, get up. Let’s go home. You can’t continue sitting here”. Her mother, Anna Brown, who had been crying in the arms of her husband, stumbled towards Estelle. Her cold hands reached out to wipe off the black tears trickling down Estelle’s face. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t bear looking at her daughter who was miserable and helpless.
“Home?” Estelle’s ears perked up at the word. Home? Home is with Hunter, she thought. “I need to go home. Hunter is home, he must be waiting for me” she murmured, stumbling to her feet. Her mother burst into tears along with her mother-in-law at Estelle’s behaviour but Estelle didn’t seem to notice the painful look everyone was giving her as she whirled around for a few minutes in search of nothing before heading towards the large door, but before she could take two more steps, her father, Christian Brown grabbed her hands and shook her hard. “Get your act together, Estelle.” He snapped at his daughter angrily, staring into her wide eyes which were staring back at him but weren’t exactly focused on him. “That scumbag left you standing outside the hall because of another woman, and you want to go home to meet him? Snap out of it, for god’s sake” He snapped again, his heart beating hard with rage, not giving a action if calling Hunter a scumbag while his parents were present seemed disrespectful because he was a scumbag and the next time he set his eyes on the aforementioned man, his corpse had better be lying below his feet.
However, right now, all he cared about was bringing his daughter out of this mess. “No, no. He promised me.” Estelle murmured, her glassy eyes staring wide at nothing as she shook her head and took a step, then a few more steps back from her father. “He promised not to leave me alone” she murmured again. Her emotions and sense of reasoning were a jumbled mess as her body trembled in sync with the rapid flow of tears trickling down her face. Hunter would never leave her like that. He had looked at her with so much love these past few months, and although he had never said he loved her, she was certain he did. He was totally in love with her. It was clear in the way he looked at her, pecked her, and did love to her. It was clear and Carla showing up wouldn’t change anything. Estelle shook her head rapidly, her arms wrapped around her tiny frame, “No, you don’t get it. I need to go home. I need to see Hunter. He must have been waiting for me.”
She made her way to the door again and this time, her father grabbed her hands roughly, pulled and pushed her to the floor. “Enough!” he screamed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Estelle’s mother ran to her daughter in tears, her arms wrapped protectively around Estelle’s stunned and trembling body. “Enough!” Christian repeated, glaring at his wife and daughter. “I’ve had enough of this. You will not disgrace me any further, and you will certainly do what I ask and come home with us right now, it is.” He may love his daughter and family so much, but his reputation has been tainted enough. She doesn’t need to go back to that scumbag. “Handling her like that won’t help the situation.” Hunter’s mother, Sarah, voiced out in a calm voice that irritated Christian. She sniffed then dabbed her face with a handkerchief. “I apologize for my son’s behavior, but Estelle is currently in a panic state.
Raising your voice would do more harm than good.” Her eyes, filled with motherly love and regret, were fixed on Estelle. She had formed a deep bond with the girl and seeing her so dim and completely out of sorts, hurt her to the core. If only she could get her hands on her son and show him- “No one asked for your opinion, Mrs. Gray. I wouldn’t have treated my daughter like that if it wasn’t because of your son’s infidelity.” “Christian_” Hunter’s father started in a warning tone to his friend, but was immediately cut off. “Your son disrespected my family in front of the entire world, Paul.” He shouted, his glare fixed on his friend, Hunter’s father. “Estelle?” Estelle’s mother called in a panicked voice and all eyes drew to her.
Estelle’s lips were moving, but no voice came out, and so was her skin, turning pale. “Estelle, breathe!” Her mother coerced in a panic tone, but her words seemed impenetrable to Estelle who kept mumbling and hyperventilating. She cupped her face and turned around to face her husband in panic. “She’s turning cold, Christian. What do I do?” Christian bent down to his daughter’s level, “Estelle, baby.” He said in a calm voice, caressing his daughter’s cheek even though his stomach was tightening in panic. “Are you okay?” “Hun…Hunter!” She gasped out before her brown orbs rolled back into her head and shut close into darkness.