Billionaire's Regret: It's Great to See You Again, Daddy!

KATHERINE'S POVThe thunder boomed outside, rattling the windows. A shiver ran down my spine—not from the storm, but from the heavy uncertainty as I sat glued to the TV, struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. This had to be some kind of nightmare. My words tumbled out, barely coherent, as the news headline hit me like a freight train. My heart felt utterly crushed as I watched Alex with his arm around her waist, both of them grinning, while I clutched the document in my hands.The doctor's voice echoed in my mind: “Congratulations, Mrs. Blake. You are pregnant.” All I wanted was to come home tonight and share the news with my husband, celebrating our first anniversary, only to be blindsided by this headline on the screen.“Is this really the return of the billionaire CEO's ex-girlfriend? A pregnancy for the CEO himself?” I muttered the headline to myself. Just then, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see Alex and Astra laughing together, Astra wrapped in a towel and

KATHERINE'S POVIt was almost four in the afternoon when I took one last look at the hospital building as my Uber pulled up. I must have sighed a million times, lost in my thoughts. It’s been nearly two weeks, and I haven’t heard from anyone—not my best friend, my family, or even Alexander. I couldn’t really blame them, though; I had lost my phone. I ended up paying the hospital bills with the black card Alexander had given me through the doctor. I think it was the money he promised to give me. I didn’t want to use it, but I felt completely helpless and had no other choice.“We’re here,” the Uber driver announced, snapping me out of my thoughts. I paid him with the black card, and his surprised look was exactly what I expected. After he finished, I tucked the card into my small purse and stood in front of the massive building that I once called home. Ever since marrying Alexander, I felt a strange disconnect from my family. They must have heard about what happened, or maybe they hadn’

ALEXANDER'S POVI glanced at my wristwatch, checking the time while trying to focus on what Astra was saying. “Next, we should swing by the gallery. I need a new piece for the living room,” she said, giving me that look she always did when she wanted something—half playful, half demanding.Astra had an impressive talent for finding the most expensive art, and I couldn’t deny her taste. Thank goodness I had the means to keep up with her indulgences. Still, something felt off since she came back into my life. I needed time to adjust, to figure out how to fit her back into my life without feeling lost.“Sure, whatever you want,” I said, offering a half-hearted smile while pulling out my phone from my blazer pocket.As I scrolled through some work emails, I barely heard her talking about the latest exhibit. I felt her presence but also this growing sense of detachment. The car came to a stop, and the driver opened the door, but Astra was already out, waiting impatiently for me. I sighed,

ALEXANDER'S POV My hands dropped close to my thigh and I pinched myself to know if it was a dream. Of course, the pain countered my doubts.It was real! Katherine, the woman I lost, my ex-wife, was standing directly in front of me, with the young boy.My gaze lowered to him and I felt a huge squeeze in my heart as I stared at the face that partially mirrored mine.His hair? Yeah, it was the usual black color, anyone else could have black hair, but what about the eyes, the smile?It was just all too strikingly familiar! Almost like I was looking into a...a mirror? Strange.My gaze went up again, to the face of the woman I had searched everywhere for and I was greeted with a look of disdain, her eyes held a mixture of pain, anger, and... what was that? Vengeance?It was understandable though, I hurt her and I really thought that I wouldn't be able to apologize to her ever again but fate played me, a good one this time.The hatred in her eyes deepened and I felt ripped off of any emotio

ALEX'S POVThe entire day's events were still repeating in my head like a classic movie, the shock, embarrassment, and guilt coming in full force like it was happening all over again.I just couldn't get my mind off it, I mean something was definitely wrong. Katherine’s face kept flashing in my thoughts over and over again, her sharp words, her disgusted glare, and the way she screamed when I touched her. She acted like she was burned with acid.Was that how much she hates me?And then there was the boy. Her son. He looked like a younger version of me, with the same dark hair, and the same sharp jawline. And the way he called me “Daddy”… It couldn’t be a coincidence. It just couldn’t.Maybe she told him about his father. But if she had, then why was she so angry that I wanted to be in my son's life?I caught myself at the way I called him my son—as if I had no doubt he was mine.No, no. Of course, he's mine.I clung to that thought, hoping it would dull the sharp sting of reality.Sh