Ex's Regret After I Fell for a Billionaire

Roseline's POVIf I had a knife right now, I’d stab my boyfriend in the heart without a second thought.That bastard. What the hell is he doing?! He actually proposed to Ann—one of my best friends. He betrayed me!I glanced down at my delicate dress. I had thought this engagement party was for me. Last night, Isaac’s grandfather had texted me, insisting I come to witness a “surprise.”But when I saw them kissing under the spotlight, I painfully realized—I wasn’t the heroine of tonight’s story.I was deceived! Isaac and I had been together for five years! Just last night, he gave me an engagement ring. Today was supposed to be our fifth anniversary—but after we made love, he slipped that ring onto my finger.I was blinded by happiness. I accepted his excuse about not being able to join me for dinner tonight.Combined with Isaac’s grandfather’s text, I thought he was hiding a surprise on purpose. I thought that surprise was our engagement.Watching them kiss so deeply, I felt all the bl

Roseline pov"Take off your clothes!" he ordered the moment we entered the suite.My eyes flew open. "What?""You forgot? Your shirt’s stained," he said with a grin, his eyes lingering on my chest.My face flushed instantly. I had misunderstood him, but I couldn’t deny the tiny flicker of disappointment inside me. What was I even hoping for? I bit my lip, ears burning."I’ll get you a shirt," he said in a low voice, his tall frame turning toward the wardrobe with an unspoken dominance.Face still burning, I looked down at the glaring stain. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with the buttons. The shirt slipped off my shoulders, revealing the black lace lingerie I’d carefully chosen—tight, sensual, with a teasing edge.(Rose, who were you dressing for tonight?)A sharp pain twisted in my chest. I forced myself to forget the humiliation. No more grieving. Tonight ends here.Lost in thought, I forgot to cover myself—until I felt it.That scorching, penetrating gaze.I followed the heat of

Roseline’s POVThe door was knocked on again, and Tiffany’s voice drifted in. “Hi, Rose, do you need any help?”I was a mess. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m fine, Tiffany. And thank you, but… I just want to be alone for a while. Can we talk later?”It went quiet again outside the door. I knew Tiffany had shown up just in time. Though we’d never been particularly close, I had placed too much trust in Isaac’s control over me. He always told me I only needed him.My gaze fell back on my contact list. My only good friend in the city was currently out of town—I couldn’t reach her, and I was certain she didn’t have that kind of money either.If I were a genius, I’d just hack a bank and withdraw enough cash, just enough to pay for Brian’s treatment.My gaze shifted to the nightstand—the ring.I could sell it since Isaac insisted on leaving it behind to humiliate me. I had just graduated from college and was merely an intern at Isaac’s company, with no savings at a

Roseline’s POVHis gaze was too fiery, as if it could burn through my body. So I did something stupid—I suddenly kissed Adrian.His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft, like a trap, and I even couldn’t help but stick out my tongue. What I didn’t expect was that he didn’t push me away. Instead, he deepened the kiss.His large palm pressed against my waist, trapping me tightly, his breath scorching, chaos spreading between our lips. I couldn’t help but let out a moan. “Mmm…”Isaac’s voice, furious: “Roseline? Are you crazy?!”He tried to rush forward, but Adrian’s bodyguard was already blocking his way.“I told you long ago, we’re over.” I struggled to pull away from Adrian’s arms, gritting my teeth as I stared at Isaac.He glared at me, eyes full of murderous intent. But that kind of rage… suddenly made me feel satisfied."Ridiculous," Isaac sneered, then looked at Adrian. "Mr. Foster, this is just one of her little acts, right?”I held my breath. He wouldn’t speak for me… he never sp

Roseline’s POV"I'm sorry, Ann. I really wanted to go with you, but I have an interview tomorrow. I hope you understand. I promise, we'll see each other again, okay?"I replied to her text through gritted teeth. I would never see them again—especially not with that disgusting face of Isaac in front of me.Ann was innocent. I hoped that one day she'd realize the kind of man she was marrying beneath that mask.We hadn’t seen each other in a long time—we were sorority sisters back in high school—but I wasn’t sure if telling her the truth now would earn her gratitude.Right now, I needed to focus on Brian’s medical bills.Thinking about the interview this afternoon, I got up to wash up.I searched online for nanny interview tips.One of the top warnings was: never wear hotpants. Otherwise, employers might assume you’re an escort instead of someone who actually wants to care for their child.I immediately threw my hotpants on the floor and chose a professional pencil skirt.When I looked i