His Greatest Regrets

"Isobel, I'm pregnant, and the baby is Alexander's."

On her third wedding anniversary, Isobel Wilson expected a thoughtful gift from Alexander.

Instead, she received a text from his ex-girlfriend, Melissa, announcing her pregnancy with his child.

In the bedroom of their villa, Alexander was in the bathroom freshening up while Isobel, having finished first, sat on the bed in her silk pajamas. Her phone was unlocked, and the message popped up, catching her eye immediately.

Her face turned pale as she picked up the phone and saw the number attached to the message.

It was a picture.

A delicate hand holding a pregnancy test, showing two lines.

But Isobel's gaze didn't linger long on the test. She was more focused on the ring finger of that hand.

On it was a dazzling, expensive diamond ring, and if she wasn't mistaken, it was the one Alexander had purchased three days ago.

Back then, she thought he was buying it for her.

After all, they had their reasons for marrying three years ago, which meant no wedding ceremony or ring.

She thought he would make it up to her on their third wedding anniversary.

But the truth was far more brutal.

Isobel trembled all over.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against her from behind. The man was still damp from his shower, yet there was something irresistibly alluring about him, especially since they used the same shampoo and body wash.

Isobel loved that they shared the same scent; it made her feel more connected to him than when he was physically close. It made her feel like they were a loving, inseparable couple.

But now, she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or... the truth.

She sensed another scent mixed with his cedar-like aroma, a sickly sweet smell that reminded her of Melissa.

His breath tickled her neck, and gentle kisses landed on her skin, with the air thickening with unspoken desire.

Isobel knew he was in the mood. He had been traveling for work recently, and it had been days since they were intimate.

He was always vigorous in that regard, and when he was home, she rarely left the bed.

She used to enjoy their intimacy; it wasn't just him who had desires, she did too. Besides, he was skilled and someone she loved, which made her feelings even more intense.

"Don't touch me!"

But now, thinking about him and Melissa made Isobel feel nauseous. She suddenly pushed Alexander away.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Isobel's sudden outburst caught Alex completely off guard. He was pushed back, his tall frame coming to a halt a short distance away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You..."

Isobel looked at the man before her. He was as handsome as ever, making her heart flutter, but the pain inside her only grew stronger. She opened her mouth, wanting to question him.

The buzzing sound echoed in the room again.

This time it was Alex's phone, and it was the same number. Isobel saw it.

"Is it Melissa?"

Alex reached out to answer the call, but Isobel stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

"Don't answer it."

"Isobel."

If Alex's expression was bad before, now it could only be described as grim.

"Move."

He even pushed her aside.

Isobel fell onto the bed, her face pale. Alex glanced at her, a flicker of concern crossing his face for a second, but he quickly hid it, not even realizing it himself.

He answered the phone.

"Hey, Melissa..."

Alexander, wrapped in a towel, took his phone out to the balcony.

Before the sliding door closed, Isobel heard his voice, a deep and gentle tone she had never received.

Soon, he came back inside.

"Yeah, I'll be there soon."

But... he was about to leave.

"Melissa had something happen. I need to go check on her."

He briefly explained, already heading into the closet to get dressed and go out.

Isobel immediately got up from the bed and walked to the closet door.

"Is she pregnant with your child?"

"What nonsense are you talking?"

"Please don't go! I don't want you to go."

She reached out and hugged his waist tightly.

Alexander was slightly surprised, his eyebrows raising a bit, but he still tried to pry her off.

"Don't make a fuss, it's really important."

"I..."

Isobel didn't want to let go, holding on tightly as if releasing him meant giving up on their marriage.

But... she didn't want to let go, and he didn't want to stay.

Alexander's expression turned colder with each passing moment.

"Isobel, let go."

"Let go, I'm saying it again."

"If you leave, we're getting a divorce."

Isobel hoped these words would make him hesitate for a moment, but instead, she was met with a mocking smile at the corner of his lips.

"Isobel, do you really think this is a threat to me or just degrading yourself?"

He pried her last finger off his arm and immediately headed for the door.

"Alexander."

Isobel felt a deep sadness in her heart. She chased after him for a few steps, but ultimately fell in the hallway. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't stop for a second.

On their anniversary, his ex-girlfriend had sent a triumphant text announcing her pregnancy, and before Isobel could even ask for an explanation, her husband left her because of a call from that woman.

Isobel felt like there was a gaping hole in her heart. She sat dazed in the hallway for a long time until a call from home brought her back to reality.

"Hello?"

"Isobel, where are you? Come to the hospital quickly, your dad's had an accident!"

The Howard family was the most prestigious in North Town, while the Wilsons were just an ordinary family.

But her dad was never content with being ordinary. He often tried every possible way to attend high-end parties.

Three years ago, by a stroke of chance, her father managed to get into a Howard family gathering. He then offered her as a "gift" to a man’s bed.

Out of a sense of responsibility, and perhaps because he was having issues with Melissa at the time, among other reasons, she rose to become Mrs. Howard.

Everyone criticized her father for being shameless and selling his daughter.

But no one knew that, deep down, she was somewhat willing. She had liked him for a long time, tracing back to her high school days.

Back then, she was bullied by upperclassmen, and he happened to pass by and saved her.

She always remembered, but he forgot.

With the Howard family's help, her father slowly ventured into business. However, some people are just not cut out for business, and for three years, everything he invested in resulted in losses.

Gradually, Alexander Howard grew tired of it. The last time her father asked him for money, he refused.

Yet, her father, relying on his status as the Howard family's in-law, boldly took out a bridge loan. Tonight, the lenders came knocking for repayment.

Two million might be nothing to the Howards, but for the Wilsons, it was a life-threatening amount.

During a scuffle with the debt collectors, her father fell, hitting his head, and blood gushed out as he lost consciousness.

Her mom was at a loss and came looking for her.

No matter how upset Isobel was, they were still her parents. She immediately rushed to the hospital from the Howard's place, calling Alex multiple times on the way.

But... every call went unanswered.