Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

28. Lucky woman

Anonymous POV.

I am pissed off. That is an understatement. I am beyond pissed off, I was downright furious. Once

again she managed to escape me. Once again she survived when she was supposed to be dead.

“Tell me how the hell she’s still alive?” I ask Ben.

“I swear I almost had her this time, I was this close to ending her but her bastard bodyguard

arrived and saved her” he muttered.

Did the guy think that I was stupid? That I didn’t know what the hell happened. I have gotten

nothing but excuses from him since this whole operation started. Three times he failed to deliver her dead body. The only thing that was positive about this, is that I haven’t paid him yet. Imagine

if I had paid him and yet he hasn’t delivered.

He was going to get half a million dollars if he got the job done. That money should have

motivated him enough to do his job and finish it within the time limit we agreed.

I take a swig of my whisky. Frustration clawing at me.

“Really? You almost had her, is that the reason why you are bleeding?” I clipped feeling angrier

every minute I talked to the idiot.

“I promise I’ll get her next time. She won’t escape me again” he speaks, his eyes cast to the floor.

“She’s already escaped you thrice!” I boomed, feeling the need to end is pathetic life.

He doesn’t speak. Instead he continues staring at the ground like it was interesting.

He had set me back big time. This job was supposed to be done months ago and yet here we still

are, with Ava alive and breathing.

he was good at his job.

nothing from him except for

one fucking woman? How hard could it

thrice? The third time is supposed to be the charm and yet she

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don’t fucking know” he snarls, frustration written all over his face. “Killing someone has never been this hard, I usually get the job done on the

start pacing in agitation. This was supposed to be easy. She was in my way. The only thing that was standing between me and what I wanted. I had hatched this plan

get what I wanted I needed her gone.

make it look an accident. The last thing I needed was to have cops on my back after I went through all that trouble to get her out of my way. An opportunity to cover

had discovered that it was all a ploy. That

and then me. I didn’t go through all this

end.

my glass and

time. Right now I was supposed to

not anywhere close to my goals. In

away from

me one last chance” he

“So you can fail again? I don’t think

death doesn’t seem to want to claim her? I don’t

it seems there is someone above looking after her. It’s

to survive three attempts on their life

luck

get what I want, but Ava’s death is

to see you do better” he scoffs, interrupting

me like that, my anger reaches

throw it in his direction. He doesn’t get a chance to duck. The bottle of

on his arrogant

see blood trickle down his eye. His pain eases my anger just

repeat what

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his teeth. Looking at me with unconcealed anger, he shakes

how to keep his

to take her out

more to myself.

I needed her dead for my

trouble and I was afraid that the more I tried killing her and she survived, the more

can’t happen, because it means losing everything I’ve worked

kill. If we add

her billionaire husband, then it makes my