Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.
“You think coming here and apologizing solves it? Do you think it’s going to ease my pain? The pain you inflicted on me?” I yelled at him, my chest burning with all the pent up anger, waiting to be unleashed.
Ashton reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but I couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, Helen. I promise to do better. Please, give me a second chance.”
I scoffed. What a joke! “We are divorced, Ashton.”
Ashton shook his head as if willing himself not to believe what I was saying. “I never sent you divorce papers, Hel. And…” he trailed off while I stared at him with creased brows. “We aren’t divorced. I never signed my part.”
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For three years, Helen tried to be the perfect wife despite being labeled as incompetent, barren and worthless.
She put up with her husband’s ignorance and mother-in-law’s insults for the sake of maintaining peace and keeping her marriage. But what she didn’t expect was a video of her husband in bed with his secretary on Christmas Eve when she planned to break the news of her pregnancy to him.
And worse — His secretary threw a divorce paper which her husband had drafted at her face and asked her to beat it.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she left and returned six years later with dashing triplets.
But what she didn’t expect was her husband wanting her back.
As if that wasn’t enough, she was about to find out that there was more to what happened six years ago, and everything she thought she knew…were all lies.
Will the holiday spirit be enough to bring them together again?
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 188: Helen's POV Caleb called just after nine, while I was standing in Rita’s kitchen waiting for the coffee machine to spit out something resembling a lifeline.I answered on the second ring. “Tell me you’ve got something.”“I’ve got something,” he chuckled, and there was that slight edge of satisfaction in his voice, the sound of a man who liked being right more than he liked being thanked. “Your club footage? I traced the pull to a former security guard. The name’s Bryan Keats.”I leaned against the counter, cradling the warm mug between my palms. “Former?”“He left the job within forty-eight hours of the leak going public. No notice, just… gone. From what I can tell, he’s been laying low in a couple of low-rent motels around the state. Paid in cash everywhere he goes. The kind of pattern you see when someone’s got more money than their resume should allow.”“Meaning someone paid him to disappear.”“Bingo.” Caleb’s voice dipped lower, conspiratorial. “And here’s the kicker, my source in Fairview sp
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-15
Chapter: Chapter 187: Ashton's POV The city was still half-asleep when I started my day, but I’d been awake since four. Not out of choice, my mind wouldn’t just shut down long enough to give me the courtesy of rest.The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the floor-to-ceiling windows against the early-morning wind. I stood with my hands braced on the edge of my desk, staring down at the file spread before me. Photos, bank transfers, club security rosters. My own private war room.Callum arrived without knocking, not that he ever knocked anyways. Six-two, ex-military, dressed in black from head to toe. He moved like a man who didn’t waste energy on anything he didn’t have to.“You’ve got something,” I said, reading it in his face.“We traced the club security roster from that night,” he said. “Your guy’s name is Bryan Keats. Left town forty-eight hours after the footage dropped. We’ve got eyes on him now — small motel in Fairview, about three hours north.”I straightened, a slow smile pulling at my mouth.
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-14
Chapter: HThe city looked deceptively quiet from Rita’s tenth-floor apartment window, just thin morning sunlight spilling over buildings and the occasional pigeon swooping by. Inside, it was anything but quiet.Rita’s television blared at a volume I didn’t approve of, cycling through news segments about me. Every channel seemed to have my name scrolling along the bottom in bold white font.Helen Locke caught in scandalous clinch with billionaire Jace.Actress or homewrecker? Public opinion splits over leaked club footage.I couldn’t even drink my coffee without hearing my own name dragged through the mud.Rita sat cross-legged on the couch in her oversized hoodie, nursing her own mug like it was a peace offering she couldn’t actually deliver.“Mute it,” I said, setting my cup down a little too hard on the counter. The ceramic clinked.She gave me that look — the one that said she thought she knew better. “You need to know what they’re saying.”“I know exactly what they’re saying. They’re sayin
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-13
Chapter: Chapter 185: Ashton's POV The rain hadn’t stopped since I left the club. Although it wasn't a storm, it wasn't even that heavy. Just that steady, quiet drizzle that soaks into your jacket and makes the roads shine like black glass. It kept my wipers moving in a slow rhythm, like a metronome ticking in the background of my thoughts. I had nothing to show for hours of chasing leads.Nothing from Victor, nothing from the staff, nothing from the so-called “friends” who suddenly had no memory of anything useful.I let out a harsh exhale in frustration. When a trail is cold, there’s usually a reason — maybe the person’s too smart, or maybe they’re too scared. But this trail wasn’t cold. It was frozen, and frozen meant someone had worked hard to make sure there was nothing left for me to find.And that… that felt personal.As the car slid along the wet road, I started running the list of people who could pull this off. Not just pull it off, but pull it off without leaving a single trace.Names came and went, most
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-12
Chapter: Chapter 184: Ashton's POV By the time I left the office, the city was already settling into its evening rhythm.Streetlights hummed to life. Cars crawled in red-and-white lines down the avenues. I slid into the driver’s seat of my black sedan, the leather cool against my back, and closed the door with a firm click. The world outside kept moving, but inside the car, it was quiet. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that gives your thoughts too much room.I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.Not my assistant. Not the PR team.This wasn’t a meeting I wanted on the schedule.Soon after, I started the engine. The dashboard lights glowed soft orange, and the low purr of the motor filled the space. My hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary.The club wasn’t far. Twenty minutes, maybe thirty with traffic. But every stoplight, every slow-moving taxi felt like a delay I couldn’t afford.I wasn’t going there for drinks. I wasn’t going for nostalgia. I was going to dig — to pull on every thread un
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-11
Chapter: Chapter 183: Ashton's POV I didn’t expect the call. I didn't expect the news. I didn’t expect any of this.When the first news alert popped up on my phone that morning, I thought it was some recycled gossip piece about one of my clients. My mornings are always noise — stocks, emails, updates from PR, some tabloid story about someone in my circle. Most of it which I don’t even care to open.But this headline stopped me cold.HELEN FLETCHER SCANDAL: THE AFFAIR THAT SHOOK HOLLYWOOD.Her name.Her face.Front and center.And not just a photo — it was a video.My coffee sat untouched. My phone screen lit up with clip after clip. The footage wasn’t even clean. It was grainy, like it had been shot from a corner, or maybe from a hidden camera. But the way it was framed, the way it zoomed in at just the right moment — Helen and Jace, that kiss — it was deliberate.My first reaction? Anger.Not because she kissed him. God knows, Helen’s free to do what she wants.But because of how public it was.Because I knew what
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-10
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