The Billionaire's Regret: He Wants Me Back

I returned from college, and it was already dark outside. Instead of going straight to my dorm, I decided to visit Tara, my best friend. To save money on transportation, I chose to walk to Tara's house. It was not far from the campus, so walking there wouldn't make me tired or numb.I made the effort to go to Tara's house because I was curious. I wondered what could be wrong with her.This wasn't the first time Tara skipped classes. Usually, that super lazy rich kid overslept and stayed in bed until the class hours were over. But this time, she didn't even reply to my messages from last night. Who wouldn't be worried? There must be something unusual happening.Unfortunately, before I reached Tara's house, it started raining. Well, it was April, and rain almost showered every day. I had to run to reach Tara's house quickly.SPLASH!!Suddenly, a motorcyclist (im)politely passed by me, splashing some of the puddles of water onto my body."Hey! Pay attention while driving, man!" I exclaim

I stood frozen at the door. My feet felt glued to the spot where I stood. I couldn't move an inch, as if carrying the weight of iron shoes, weighing hundreds of kilograms. I watched my dad and Tara’s mom making love in the living room, on the couch. Yes, they had their backs turned to me. But I was certain it was my father and Aunt Freya. Wait! Was this a dream? It felt like an unbelievable prank. I brought my hand to my cheek, pinching it several times until I was absolutely sure that I felt real pain."Alan! I can't take it anymore. I wanna cum!" she yelled, moaning in sinful joy."Wait for me!"I couldn't believe my eyes seeing my dad with Uncle Vincent's wife in the living room, engaging in intimate activities with no shame. So, Aunt Freya's lover is my dad?“Cheater!” I exclaimed, startling both of them. My dad turned to see me standing in front of the door with a hurtful gaze at them."Sasha, wait!" Dad exclaimed in surprise upon seeing me. "So, this is what you do when Mo

My mom's eyes appeared swollen. She must have been crying for a long time. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Not a single word escaped our mouths. I felt my eyes starting to well up, and so did my mom's, her eyes becoming watery. She gazed at me without blinking, showering me with a disappointed look. My mom's face looked incredibly tired. Probably because she came straight here from the airport. But who informed her about my whereabouts in this apartment? "Did you...not invite me in?" my mom asked, holding back her tears. "I-It's mm—my apartment, Mom. Did you need to ask for permission?" I awkwardly replied, wiping away my tears with my fingers. "No! I never bought you an apartment or even gave you extra money to rent such a luxurious one," my mom said, closing her eyes, and causing the accumulated tears on her eyelids to flow down together. My mom's words sliced through my heart painfully. I sighed, trying to be strong and face whatever my mom was about t

I didn't know how I ended up in such an unfamiliar house. The table, chairs, wardrobe, everything was unfamiliar. The only thing I recognized was Mr. Harry. The kind-hearted man who tried to remain calm despite hearing about my embarrassing situation firsthand was now explaining something to a beautiful woman wearing a pink dress. "So, is this girl pregnant?" the woman asked Mr. Harry while glancing at me with a flat gaze. Mr. Harry simply nodded and sighed. "You don’t mind if she stays here, right?" Mr. Harry asked again. "Her family can't be contacted. I'm afraid something might happen if she's left alone." The woman seemed slightly reluctant, looking at me suspiciously. "She's not pregnant with your child, right?" she asked, turning to Mr. Harry. Oh, she must be his wife. "Sophie, Honey! If she were my mistress, why would I bring her to you? Inviting trouble? Playing with fire?" Mr. Harry's eyes showed a hint of offense as he stared at his wife. The woman named Sophie then la

It had been four years since I left my old life behind, the life that had been wrecked. I left my old home. I left my dad. I left Tara and left Uncle Vincent. Leaving everything behind would make me someone new. At least … that’s my goal at that time. I needed to move on. It’s the best for me and my baby.The same goes for my first semester at the new university. Of course, I left without a heavy heart. I wasn't particularly fond of the major I was pursuing. My mom had insisted on me studying management because I didn't get accepted into medical school. She said it would lead to a good job, just like hers.So, after my mom left me, my enthusiasm for studying disappeared. The challenges of life I faced at the time were just additional reasons to quit college altogether.What was the point? For what or whom should I continue to study? Being pregnant was already extremely difficult. I vomited every day. Eating and drinking became unpleasant experiences. Why should I endure a place filled