Billionaire's Biggest Regret
She did not leave because she stopped loving Damien Knight.
She left because that is what she did
for three years in a mansion with Damien Knight. Their marriage looked perfect from every angle except the one Aria Bennett lived in. She gave everything to Damien Knight: her ambitions, her patience, her silence.
Damien Knight gave Aria Bennett a life that most women only dream of, and the feeling of loneliness that comes with it.
On the night that everything ended, Aria Bennett held a photograph in her hand that she had no intention of questioning.
Damien Knight swallows his pride.
Neither Aria Bennett nor Damien Knight lets go.
What Aria Bennett does not know when she walks away: the photographs were staged.
Doubt was sown.
The collapse of Aria Bennett's marriage was engineered. The person who built it was someone Damien Knight trusted far more than he trusted Aria Bennett.
When Damien Knight signed the papers, Aria Bennett did not know that she was already pregnant with their child.
What none of them know the worst is yet to come.
Two years later, Damien Knight finds Aria Bennett thriving, self-made, and completely out of reach.
Aria Bennett is standing beside a boy with Damien Knight's eyes.
Damien Knight ruined the marriage
Aria Bennett recovered.
Now someone wants to finish what they started.
The question is not whether Damien Knight can earn Aria Bennett back.
The question is whether any of them will live long enough to find out who has been pulling the strings all along.
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Chapter: Chapter fiveSign hereI had the papers ready on Wednesday.I put them on the dining table, made sure the edges were straight, and placed a pen on top. Then I sat on the couch. Waited.Mara had called me three times already.When she called, she said: "You should not be alone for this.""I have been alone throughout this marriage. I can manage one night," I said"Aria..." she said"I will call you after I promise"."If he tries to… ""Mara. I'm okay."A long pause. "I'll keep my phone on.""I know you will."“good luck” she said before hanging up the phone.Damien came home around eight. He dropped his key on the floor, took off his jacket, and walked into the living room while still loosening his tie. He stopped when he saw the papers on the table.He said, "What is this?" and looked at the papers,"You know what it is". I saidHe walked slowly to the table. Picked up the first page. I watched as his jaw tightened while he read it."You had the papers drawn without talking to me". His voice was f
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Chapter: Chapter Four11:47 PMIt was 11:15. Damien wasn't home yet.I stopped sending emails at 9 o'clock. It wasn't because I didn't care; it was because I was tired of seeing two ticks that never turned blue. I was tired of writing messages that would disappear into his pocket. I didn't know who or what he was with. I was sitting on my couch in the dark. My knees were close to my chest. The TV was muted. Then my phone screen lit up. It was a number.I almost ignored it. I should have ignored it."Hello?"There was silence. Then I heard a voice on the other end of the phone."He said he was working late.""Who are you?" My stomach dropped."Please check your email, Mrs. Knight," he said. "That's all for now."The line went down. I sat there for three seconds. Then I opened my email.There were 4 photos. First: Damien gets out of a car in front of the Meridian Hotel. The timestamp was 11:47 p.m. On Tuesday. When he messaged me that night, he said he was having dinner with a client from Chicago. Secon
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeLunch for oneI could barely walk.I stood in the kitchen for 10 minutes with a takeout bag from Damien’s Italian restaurant in Lexington. Our wedding anniversary had been a disaster. I thought it would be a bad idea to show up unannounced at Knights Shops and make a peace offer. It was the kind of thing that seemed hopeless from the outside. Then I remembered the night. Damien was tired and looking at me from a distance. Before I could talk myself out of it, i grabbed the bag and Left.The halls of Knight Enterprises smelled like money. The fresh air, the marble floors, and the quiet made me feel like everyone inside was very important and very busy. The front desk receptionist recognized me. "Mrs. Knight," she said with a smile, as if I was a fragile thing that just came through the main entrance . "Mr. Knight is in a meeting. Should I tell him you're here?" "No, don’t worry about it, I'll leave this here," and I put the bag on the table. "Actually… I’ll go myself now. I'll be don
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Chapter: Chapter TwoThe woman in the roomI was wearing the dress.It did not seem to matter to anyone. The navy Valentino was perfect for the Knights' quarterly event. It was elegant and exactly the kind of dress a millionaire's wife should wear at an event when she should not be overshadowed. As I stood in the elevator heading to the 44th floor, I had the distinct impression that I was dressed for a version of the night that no longer exists.Of course, Mara warned me.That day she called me. Said, "You do not like this." "You always come home in a mood and eat your cereal right out of the box.""Damien asked me to come.""Damian asked you to come to every event and talk to people rather than yourself all night."That's not entirely true.""Name one event where he stayed by your side the whole evening."I opened my mouth. Closed it."That's what I thought," she said."I'll be fine, Mara.""You'll be fine and miserable. Those are different things.""I'll call you when I'm home.""Bring me back a canapé
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Chapter: Chapter OneThe Weight of normal.The eggs were getting cold.I knew this because I had been standing at the kitchen counter in our house on East 73rd Street for four minutes listening to the city wake up outside the window. I was wondering what kind of woman I had become, cooking breakfast for a man who was never going to sit down and eat it.I slid the plate to the side anyway. Then I heard Damien’s voice from the hallway, sharp and clipped like it always is in the morning before nine. He was on the phone. He was always on the phone."I don't care what Chen's team projected; those numbers don't account for the Seoul restructure push the call to Thursday," he said. There was a pause. "No, Thursday, not Friday. There is a difference."Damien walked into the kitchen already dressed and ready to go. He barely glanced at the plate. He did not even look at me."Fine, send it over before noon, and I'll look at it on the way," he said. He lowered the phone. Dropped it into his breast pocket. Then he r
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