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Billionaire's Biggest Regret

Billionaire's Biggest Regret

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-08-14
By:  uzorogornnaOngoing
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Contemporary

Third-Person POV

CEO

Hero/Heroin

Divorce

Lovers Reunion

Love-Triangle

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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47 Chapters
Chapter One
The 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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Chapter Two
The 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 Three
Lunch 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 Four
11:47 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 five
Sign 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 Six
What I Owe MyselfAria's POV I did not tell Mara for six days.It was not that I didn't trust her. I trusted Mara with everything and had trusted her with worse than this. It was that the moment I said it out loud, it would be real in a way that a bathroom floor and a plastic stick were not. Real meant decisions. Real meant a version of my life that had a shape I hadn't chosen and now had to.I sat with it instead. I went to Mara's guest room every night and lay on top of the covers with my hand on my stomach, doing math that didn't need doing. Late June. A hotel photograph in April. There was no version of the timeline where this was a coincidence, and there was no version where it made anything simpler.On the seventh day, Mara found me standing at her kitchen counter at six in the morning, not cooking anything, just standing there the way I used to stand in my own kitchen on East 73rd Street."You're doing the eggs thing," she said. "Except there are no eggs.""I'm pregnant."She
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Chapter Seven
Labor Aria’s POVMy water broke on a Tuesday, which felt right, since everything that mattered in my life seemed to insist on Tuesdays.I was standing in the middle of a client's half-finished dining room in Fort Greene, holding a fabric swatch up to the window light, when I felt the first contraction. I told myself it was Braxton Hicks. I had been telling myself that for three days. My body disagreed with a violence that left no room for negotiation.I called Mara from the sidewalk, doubled over against a parked car, a stranger asking if I needed help and me waving him off because some instinct in me did not want to be a woman crying on a sidewalk in front of people who didn't know me."I'm on my way," Mara said. Her voice had the flat, fast calm of someone who had rehearsed this exact call in her head a hundred times. "Don't you dare have this baby on Myrtle Avenue.""I'll try.""Aria.""I'm trying, Mara."She got a cab faster than should have been possible. She got me to the hospi
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Aria’s POVBy the time Elias was eight months old, Bennett Interiors had a waitlist twelve names deep.Then the money arrived.A single wire. No note. Four hundred thousand dollars, routed through something called Meridian Holdings Group, memo line reading Series Seed — Bennett Interiors, like I'd asked for a Series Seed, like anyone in my life had that kind of money sitting around waiting for a reason to move.My accountant called the bank. The bank confirmed the funds were clean, cleared, mine."No loan agreement," she said. "No equity ask. No board seat. It reads like a gift.""Nobody gives four hundred thousand dollars as a gift."She didn't argue that.I sat on it for two weeks before I called Marcus.We met at the diner near his office, the one with the vinyl booths and coffee that had been on the burner too long. I told him the whole of it and watched him go still in a way I hadn't seen from him before. Marcus was a man who always had the next sentence ready. He didn't, now.H
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Chapter Nine
Damien's POVThe Sixth Chair"You're not eating," my mother said.She sat across from me at Le Bernardin, her fork resting against the edge of her plate, watching me the way she used to watch me as a boy pretending I hadn't broken something in the house."I'm eating," I said, and cut into the fish to prove it."You've moved that piece around your plate four times. I counted." She set her fork down entirely now. "Damien.""Don't.""I haven't said anything yet.""You're about to."She smiled, small and unimpressed, the smile she gave board members right before she voted against them. "Fine. I won't ask about the divorce. I'll ask about the house instead. Are you still sleeping in the guest room?"I set my own fork down harder than I meant to. The sound made the couple at the next table glance over, then look away fast when they placed my face."I sleep in my own room.""With six chairs at a table for a family of one." She reached across and touched my hand, quick, before I could pull it
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Chapter Ten
Damien's POV"Say that again," I said."The timestamps on the four photographs are wrong. Six minutes off, consistently, on all four. That's not a phone glitch. That's someone editing metadata by hand." He paused, and I could hear him flipping something, paper against paper. "The lobby footage from the Meridian doesn't match what your wife was sent. Whoever sent her those images built them to look worse than what actually happened."I leaned my shoulder against the wall of the hallway, phone pressed hard enough to my ear that it would leave a mark. A busboy came through with a tray of dirty glasses and had to angle sideways around me. I didn't move."Who sent them?""An anonymous account. Traces through two shell relays to a domain registered by a firm that does contract work exclusively for Edward Hart."I said nothing. The candle-wax smell of the hallway suddenly felt too thick to breathe through."Damien.""I heard you.""There's more. I found a wire out of the same shell entity, f
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