THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME

"I am coming home."Zelda Liamson received a message from her husband, James Ferguson. Her husband had been away on a work trip for three months, and he was finally coming back.Zelda was so happy she couldn't hide the happiness and the smile on her face. Her relationship with her husband had been strained because they had gotten married under different circumstances, circumstances that did not involve love. When James left, staying away for so long, for those three whole months, Zelda thought that he was going to ask her for a divorce.She thought he took those three months away from her to give her space to get used to the idea of getting divorced.Although this message from her husband didn't specifically mean that he was not going to ask her for a divorce, she thought this was a great thing. If he was going to ask for a divorce, he would have just sent her the divorce papers. She would have dealt with lawyers, but he specifically wrote 'home' in his message.He was coming home to

James pulled Zelda from the taxi towards his car, without saying a word. The minute he put her inside, he noticed that she was not wearing her necklace.“Where is it?” he asked, his tone firm.“What?” she replied, pretending she didn't know what he meant.“Where is the necklace? Where is your necklace?” James asked, getting more worked up“I threw it away,” Zelda said, her voice steady.“You threw it away!? Why?” James asked, clearly caught off guard by the answer.He knew how much Zelda loved that necklace. He had never seen her without it, ever since he put it on her neck himself“I want a divorce,” she said simply.James's expression shifted from confusion to anger and disbelief.“What are you talking about? What divorce? You're the one who wanted to marry me,” he said, disbelief filling his voice. “You drugged me and climbed into my bed, making sure that everyone knew that we were together, tying me to you, forcing me to marry you, and now you want a divorce?” he laughed mockingly

James looked at her and sneered. "How will you survive without me?" he taunted mockingly.Zelda felt the weight of his words. She knew what he meant, she belonged to the Ferguson family. They had saved her life, taken her to school, fed her, and clothed her. And then she became his wife, continuing to use the Ferguson name and power. How was she going to survive without him in her life?Great question.But beneath her doubts, Zelda was determined. She had a secret of her own. What James didn’t know was that all the credit cards he had given her were untouched. She had never used a single cent.Ever since she was old enough to start working, she had ensured that she bought whatever she could on her own without depending on the Fergusons. She took any side jobs she could because she felt guilty to depend on the Ferguson's so much. She felt like a burden to them and hence she tried to become independent on her own.Since they had married, she had been taking care of her sick brother with

Zelda left the hospital and walked toward the taxi stand nearby, hoping to find a cab to take her to Jian's apartment. But to her disappointment, there was no taxi in sight. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone to order an Uber instead.Just as she was finalizing the order, a car pulled up in front of her, stopping abruptly. She looked up, surprised, and saw the driver turning to face her…it was Hammer.“Zelda!” Hammer greeted her, his face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.“Yes, it’s me,” she replied with a small smile, taken aback as he stepped out of the car.“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Do you need a lift? Are you headed home?”“Oh no, it’s fine,” Zelda replied quickly. “I already called an Uber; it’s on its way. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your plans or take up your evening.”Hammer waved her concerns away. “Don’t worry about it. Actually, I was just thinking of calling you.”Zelda’s interest was piqued. “Oh? Really?”“Yeah,” Hammer nodded. “I

James Ferguson got home that evening, parked his car, and touched his cheek, remembering the slap Zelda had given him in the hallway. Standing at the door, he felt a confusing mix of anger and longing. He wasn’t prepared to be here, wasn’t sure he could handle walking into a home that felt so entwined with her presence, even in her absence.This house held so many memories. When he’d bought it after marrying Zelda, it had symbolized their life together, a space where he always expected her to be. He hated the idea of going inside, knowing she wouldn’t be there. Part of him wanted to turn around and drive away, but he was here, and since she was determined not to return, he had no choice.He opened the door, foolishly expecting Zelda to appear, coming down the stairs, even though he knew better. The darkness wrapped around him as he stepped in, and suddenly a light switched on. Aunt Chien, the live-in servant, stood there, looking at him.“Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect you to be b