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The Billionaire's Regret one small stupid thing
“I still don’t have registry confirmation,” she said finally. “The Italian counsel server is slow. Or they’re deliberately making everything slow because the entire European legal system was built by men who hated women getting quick answers.”I tilted my head toward the bed. “Is that a legal opinion?”“That’s the opinion of a human being with bad Wi-Fi.”“Good. I prefer that one. Your legal opinion makes me want to throw up on an expensive envelope.”“Do not throw up on evidence.”I looked at the black envelope on the floor. From down here, the Romano Belsky embossing didn’t look elegant.It looked like something waiting underwater.“I’m not going to throw up,” I said. “I’m too pretty to throw up today.”“You’re sitting on the bedroom floor of your ex-husband’s penthouse, except he may not actually be your ex, while holding marriage records he hid in a secret safe.”“I said pretty. Not psychologically healthy.”Hazel let out a short breath.I could picture her face now. Hair tied nea
The Billionaire's Regret i left. he never ended us
I stared at one spot on the wall.No further instructions.No authorization.Sebastian never finished it.My mind didn’t explode. That was the strange part. I’d always imagined news like this would arrive loudly, with my chest tightening, with tears, with enough drama to justify a chandelier crashing to the floor.Instead, there was silence.Nothing.Like someone had opened a door inside my head and all the furniture had already been hauled away.“Jasmine?”I could hear Hazel, but her voice sounded like it was coming from another room.Five years.Poppy was born.I filled out school forms.I wrote single mother in so many places the words started to feel like part of my name.I accepted Adrian’s proposal.I wore another ring.I looked at Sebastian and called him my ex-husband in my head because it was the only kind of distance I could still put between us without bleeding.And all that time...I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.The sheets shifted beneath me. One of the document
The Billionaire's Regret final dissolution, minus the final
My phone rang.A call.Hazel’s name filled the screen, and for a second I just stared at it like the thing had suddenly turned into a living animal in my hand.Hazel didn’t call if she could still ruin someone’s life over text. Hazel was a lawyer, which meant she believed in written evidence, digital trails, and sentences that could be reused in court. If she was calling, something had crossed the line past comfortable.I answered. “Haze?”There was the sound of a car on the other end. Faint. Tires on wet pavement, or maybe just New York asphalt at night, which always sounded like tired people dragging suitcases behind them. Then Hazel’s breath, very short.“Jas,” she said.I immediately stood up from the edge of the bed.The black envelope slipped from my lap and landed softly on the floor, far too polite for something that had just tried to dismantle five years of my life. Several pages were still spread across the sheets, old notary stamps facing the bedroom light like ancient eyes
The Billionaire's Regret the notary stamp of doom
I started with the desk.First drawer: pens, business cards, a spare watch, chargers, meeting documents that were useless to me because they were full of company numbers and the language of people who enjoyed spreadsheets.The second drawer was locked.I stared at it.“Too bad,” I said, then left it alone. I wasn’t trying to become an amateur thief. I had standards. Low ones, but they existed.I checked the stack of files on the credenza. There were Fondation contracts, security notes, a folder marked Monaco Gala, several files with lawyers’ names on them. No Kelsey. No second marriage. No letter with the header, Congratulations, you’re still tied to a problematic man.The next bookshelf held books on international law, finance, a few old Italian novels that looked like they’d never been opened, and rows of leather archives with labels far too neat to be innocent.I moved slowly, not because I was afraid of getting caught.Fine. A little because I was afraid of getting caught.But mos
The Billionaire's Regret i can be a problem with wet hair
I stared at Sebastian.He stared back, way too calm for a man who had just dropped a verbal explosive on the kitchen island. His phone was still between us. The pasta had gone cold. The basil casualty of war was still stuck to the cutting board. From the hallway, the penthouse sounded far too quiet.“What theory?” I asked.He didn’t answer, and he was extremely calm about not answering.His eyes flicked briefly toward the hallway, where Salma had just taken Poppy for her nap, then came back to me.I knew that look.I hated that I knew that look.It was Sebastian Romano’s face when he was deciding which information he thought I deserved now and which part he was going to keep tucked behind that broad chest and his luxury-grade control issues.“Sebastian.” I said his name low.“Jas.”“No. Don’t Jas me. I asked you a question. What theory?”Sebastian picked up his phone from the counter. This time I let him, not because I’d suddenly become a patient woman, but because I wanted to see if
The Billionaire's Regret someone kept the key
Salma won the nap war thirteen minutes later.Poppy initially claimed she wasn’t sleepy because “my eyes still have a meeting,” then five seconds later she yawned so wide Bunny could’ve filed a formal report for loss of dignity. She still tried to climb down from the stool with her little fork in hand, resisting with her entire chubby body when Salma told her it was time for a nap.“I can’t nap,” she said, hugging Bunny to her chest. “I’m a doctor.”“Doctors sleep too,” Salma said.“Doctors on TV don’t.”“Doctors on TV get paid to suffer.”Poppy considered that very seriously. Her half-dry bangs had fallen over her forehead again, one strand stuck to her flushed cheek. “I haven’t been paid.”“Exactly,” I said. “Sleep.”Poppy turned to Sebastian. “Daddy.”Sebastian looked at her with an unfairly calm expression. “Nap,” he said.Poppy blinked, betrayed to the marrow. “You’re on Team Nap too?”“I’m on Team Lunch, Nap, and Don’t Let Your Mother Burn Down the Kitchen.”I pointed my fork at
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