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Chapter 21: The Close Encounter
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The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 21: The Close Encounter
Rachel’s POVI stayed still for what felt like an eternity, out of fear that any movement I made would bring the both of them back within sight. George’s arm was still wrapped around me, tightening over time as if he was trying to physically stop me from shaking. The mall air smelled faintly of cinnamon and fabric softener, thick with chatter and the sound of footsteps echoing against polished floors. I was still holding the doll for Amber, the same one Marissa had lifted from the shelf moments ago, smiling like it had always belonged to her.I know that I should just put it back. I should just choose another one. But … Amber would have loved this one.But there was nothing else I could do, Marissa had taken it already. I could only sigh as I placed the doll back where I found it, all the energy already drained from me. It just seems like lately I have become almost too accustomed to letting go.My hands still trembled as I scanned the rows again. The colours on the boxes blurred tog
The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 20: The Same Gift
Rachel’s POVThe mall felt louder today. Too bright, too alive. Every sound, the chatter, the clinking of cups, the rustle of shopping bags, pressed against my skin until I wanted to turn back.George walked beside me, his steps unhurried, his voice low and steady. “Take your time,” he said. “There’s no rush.”I nodded faintly, adjusting my scarf higher around my cheek. Every step felt like walking through a dream I didn’t belong in. The air-conditioning was cold against my skin, and the smell of perfume and coffee stirred faint memories I didn’t want to face.We passed several stores before I stopped in front of a small toy shop tucked between a bookstore and a café. The window display was warm and simple, rows of dolls, stuffed
The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 19: The Gift She Couldn’t Give
Rachel’s POVA few days passed.The swelling had started to fade, and I’d begun to lose a little weight, not too much, but just enough so that the clothes which used to fit snuggly, started to loosen around the waist and the arms.However, every time I step in front of the mirror to appreciate the change, I would still get surprised by the unsightling view in front of me. The burns and scab that used to be hidden by gauze were always in plain sight. Angry, uneven, and permanent.I’ve been advised multiple times to step outside for some air, that it will help with the healing and weight loss. But I still cannot fathom stepping into the sight of others as I am currently. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the looks I would get, the glances that would linger
The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 18: What He Wanted
Rachel’s POVThe days passed slowly.Healing wasn’t what I thought it would be. It wasn’t peaceful or hopeful. It was work. Grueling, endless work.The gauze was finally gone, but the pain remained. My skin had begun to knit together in patches, rough and tight, but the doctor called it progress. Every movement felt like walking on glass. When I tried to lift my arm, the muscles burned. When I stood for too long, the scars pulled like ropes under my skin.I had also started losing weight as part of the recovery process. It wasn’t easy. Some days, even eating was a battle, the food tasteless, and the nausea constant. Every stretch I did felt like my body was being pulled apart, but I still did it nonetheless. The doctor told me it would take months to regain full mobility, but I refused to let that stop me.I wasn’t just trying to live. I was trying to return.To Amber. My baby girl.Every day I reminded myself why I was enduring this. Each time the pain hit, I pictured her smile. The
The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 17: Marissa
Marissa’s POVThe corridor outside Philip Parker’s room was colder than the rest of the hospital.I stood by the door, arms folded, listening to the conversation inside. The blinds were half-drawn, but I could see faint shadows moving, Adrian’s tall frame and the older man’s hunched but still commanding silhouette.“Adrian,” Philip’s voice carried, sharp despite the weakness in it. “You’ve disappointed me. I warned you about that woman, how you should never trust somebody that has betrayed you again, and now you parade her here?”My jaw tensed. That woman. He couldn’t even bring himself to say my name.
The Billionaire's Regret After I Died Chapter 16: The Fracture Beneath Control
Adrian’s POVEven as I drove away, something in me refused to settle.For a very brief moment, before George walked out of that car, I could’ve sworn there was someone else inside. A faint outline behind the tinted glass.It was ridiculous, probably paranoia, but the image stayed with me long after the road stretched out behind us.Back at the mansion, the silence pressed in. Amber’s laughter no longer echoed here. The house, once a home, felt like a showroom, too clean, too perfect, too hollow.My phone buzzed. It was my secretary.“Mr. Parker,” she said quickly, her tone uneasy. “It’s about your grandfather. Mr. Philip has had another relapse. The do
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