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Chapter 140: Helen's POV
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Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets. Chapter 172: Helen's POV
I knew something was off the second I opened my eyes.There was no lightning flash. No thunderclap of realization. Just... a stillness in the air that didn’t belong. A quiet edge to the light in my bedroom. Something instinctual that curled low in my chest and whispered: You’re going to see him today.I sat up slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. The digital clock on my nightstand read 6:12 AM. I’d woken up before my alarm.That never happened.For a moment, I sat in the quiet, listening to the subtle thrum of life in the apartment—the hum of the refrigerator down the hall, the soft creak of pipes behind the walls. I glanced toward the window. The sky outside was a soft bruised blue, the kind that threatened rain but hadn’t committed yet.Something was coming, I didn’t know what, but I just... knew. I exhaled, long and steady, and swung my legs out of bed.No time to sit in it.I had a self-taped audition due at 9, plus an early scene setup on set the same hour. I hated double-stack
Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets. Chapter 171: Third Person's POV
He hadn’t moved.The photo still sat on his desk, face down now—he couldn’t keep looking at it. Couldn’t handle the version of himself frozen in time next to a woman who had once believed in him like gravity.His phone buzzed again, but he didn’t even glance. It was already past 11 now. The boardroom was probably empty. His schedule technically had the next block open. He told himself he’d use it to recalibrate. Maybe run through the Jakarta numbers again. Or respond to the dozen investor emails flagged in red.Instead, he stared at nothing.Until a quiet knock broke through the quiet.Dan stepped in, tablet in hand, expression careful. “I didn’t want to bother you again, but you’ve got something we can’t move.”Ashton ran a hand down his face. “What is it?”“It’s the on-set check-in for Harbor Lights.”Ashton blinked. “The indie project?”Dan nodded. “The one we’re financing eighty percent of. That director you liked—Chioma Grace—is already on site. They want a rep from Newhall to w
Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets. Chapter 170: Third Person's POV
The conference room buzzed with the familiar rhythm of quarterly strategy talk—charts, revenue projections, phrases like “cross-market leverage” and “quarterly burn rate” tossed around like poker chips. Ashton sat at the head of the table, suit sharp, posture rigid, eyes glazed. He heard every word, but none of it registered in his head.Ed was halfway through a slide deck, pacing with the energy of a man trying to sell revolution in bullet points. “If we don’t pivot aggressively into Southeast Asia now, someone else will eat our lunch. The metrics are all here.” He stabbed a finger at the projection screen. “We’re hesitating. We’re bleeding edge, but we’re playing it safe. That doesn’t work in this market.”Someone down the table nodded. Someone else scribbled a note. Ashton said nothing.He wasn’t thinking about Jakarta. Or the numbers. Or market share.He was thinking about her.Not Helen exactly. Not even the message he’d mistakenly sent her at 2:13 AM and instantly regretted—no
Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets. Chapter 169: Helen's POV
The house was too quiet when I got home. Too still. The kind of stillness that doesn’t feel peaceful, just... hollow. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my heels, and walked barefoot across the hardwood floor that echoed with every step. The silence wasn’t comforting. It was accusatory. Like the walls had been waiting all day to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing. My body ached. Every muscle. Every nerve. Like I’d run a marathon barefoot through fire. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, stared at the contents like they might offer answers. They didn’t. Just leftovers, a half-empty bottle of wine, and a drawer full of vegetables I hadn’t touched all week. So I grabbed the wine, poured a glass, and didn’t bother with a coaster.I took one sip and winced. It tasted like yesterday’s grief. I moved to the sink, rinsed it out, muttering, ‘Not tonight. I couldn’t afford to numb out right now.’The house was dimly lit. A single lamp in the living room casts warm
Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets. Chapter 168: Helen's POV
The first thing I felt when I walked onto the soundstage was how completely fake everything felt. The sun outside had been too bright. The fake sun here, blasted through high-powered lights, felt even more suffocating. I adjusted my coat, stepped past a camera crane, and tried to steady my steps. Makeup was already on. The costume, already clinging to my skin. Lines fully memorized. Or so I thought."Places, everyone!"A crew member waved me over. I walked across the polished kitchen set, heels clicking against the laminate floor that looked like wood but wasn’t. Everything here was pretend. Pretend house. Pretend heartbreak. Pretend Helen.The scene was simple: dinner confrontation. My character, Elise, finds out her partner has been lying for months. She confronts him across the kitchen table, a slow burn that turns explosive.I knew the scene. I’d read it a dozen times. Rehearsed it in my bathroom mirror until I got the pacing right. Elise was supposed to cry by the third beat,
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The message sat there on my phone like a wound I couldn’t close.“I don’t know what hurts more. Watching it or knowing you saw me and didn’t stop.”That was what I had sent. And now I hate myself for it. Not because it wasn’t real. But because it was.I paced the length of my room, arms crossed, jaw locked. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn't slept more than a couple hours. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw them. Her hand resting on his knee. The way her lips curled right before the kiss. That look in her eyes—soft, free. Like she wasn’t haunted by anything.She looked... happy. I had imagined every kind of reunion with Helen. Screaming matches. Tearful hugs. Maybe silence. But never this. Never a quiet knife to the chest. Never her looking at someone else like he was her world now.I stopped in front of the mirror and stared.My eyes were bloodshot. There was a twitch in my left cheek I couldn’t stop. My shirt was wrinkled. I looked like hell. But it wasn’t just the reflection that bothered me
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