Billionaire's Regret: Second Chance At Love

(Allison's POV) For a few minutes, I just stared at Scott, unable to believe those words actually came out of his mouth. Was this really the same man who once promised to love me for eternity? Tears blurred my vision, streaking down my face and washing away my carefully applied makeup. My heart ached as if it had been pierced with a knife, but I clung to the hope that this was just some cruel joke. Surely, the man who’d once showered me with so much love couldn’t say something so heartless. “Tell me you’re joking, Scott,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I struggled to hold back sobs. My words seemed to catch the attention of other customers in the coffee shop. Heads turned, eyes watching, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered—not the stares, not the murmurs. All I wanted was for Scott to tell me that what he just said wasn’t true.For a moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes, a hint of guilt, maybe. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, leaving only the cold, indi

SIX YEARS LATER(Allison's POV)As I stepped out of the airport, a rush of memories flooded back, bringing with them everything I left behind in California six years ago. The sights, sounds, even the scent in the air—it all felt just like yesterday. Nothing had truly changed, yet everything had. California had been my home, a place of both pain and love, and while it was a difficult decision to leave, I knew it had been the right one. Moving away allowed me to heal, to shed old wounds, and to reinvent myself in a way I didn’t think was possible. Now, I was here again, but this time as a successful businesswoman who had risen from the ashes of her past.My journey to success hadn’t been the glamorous kind you see in the movies. It was real, gritty, filled with obstacles that felt insurmountable at times. I had to fight, to push myself harder than I ever thought I could. A small voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Mummy!" My son’s voice, clear and filled with excitement, brought me b

(Allison's POV) Liam kept grinning at me, waiting for an answer to his question. He was always so eager to know who his dad was, but I always find a way to dodge the topic. I didn’t want to tell Liam about Scott—it would only remind me of the pain he caused and how heartlessly he abandoned me without a second thought. “Is he my daddy?” Liam asked again, his eyes full of hope. My tongue felt tied as I hesitated, still calculating what to say. “Hi, little man, I am your—” “He is not your daddy,” I interrupted Scott sharply. I knew exactly what he was about to say. He’d tell Liam he was his father, forgetting how he never wanted him in the first place. If he had, he wouldn’t have told me to get rid of him when he was still a fetus. Scott shot me a disappointed look, but I glared at him angrily, forcing him to lower his head as the weight of his past words sank in. “I thought he was going to be my daddy. Mommy, when am I going to see my daddy? All my classmates talk about their

(Allison's POV) "Who is he?" Scott asked, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't see how that concerns you, Scott," I replied with a sharp tone, narrowing my eyes. Without waiting for his response, I turned and strode towards Stefan, who was eagerly waiting for me. "How have you been, Allison?" Stefan asked, his smile still in place. I nodded in reply before asking. "What brings you to California, Stefan?" "I have a conference meeting to attend here," he explained casually. "And you didn't think to inform me about it?" I asked, feigning annoyance. Stefan flashed a playful smile at me. "I wanted to surprise you. Aren't you surprised to see me?" He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. "Yes, I am." "It’s been a while, Allison. I missed you," Stefan continued, ruffling my hair in a familiar, affectionate gesture. As he did so, I caught the tightness in Scott's expression. I noticed he tensed up as soon as Stefan made the gesture. T

(Scott's POV) "He's my fiancé." Those words echoed in my mind, relentless and maddening. I slammed my fist against the wall of my office, feeling the sting in my knuckles. The punch should have gone to Stefan’s face, for daring to touch what was once mine, but I had to hold myself back. I had no right to act out, and Allison would only be more upset with me, pushing me further away from the woman I still loved, and I wasn’t ready to lose her completely. When she told me she was engaged, I felt a deep pang of doubt and disbelief. But now, seeing her fiancé for the first time, that doubt had turned into a rage so powerful it consumed me. I had always been a jealous lover, and Allison knew this well. Six years ago, I had tried to protect her from every other man who dared to look her way. Her beauty had always attracted attention, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else get close to her. She always avoided their advances out of love for me. I wasn’t a toxic boyfriend, though. I just lov