The Billionaire's Regret

"If I signed these divorce papers today... would he even notice I was gone?"

The thought slipped into Amelia Carter's mind as she stood alone in the lavish dining room of Blackwood Manor, staring at the untouched breakfast she had prepared an hour ago. 

The golden toast had gone cold. The coffee no longer hot. Even the fresh lilies she had arranged at the center of the table seemed to droop in silent pity.

Three years…,Three years of marriage to the most powerful billionaire in the city, yet she still felt like a guest in her own home.

Footsteps echoed from the marble staircase. She saw Ethan , her heart Skipped a bit,She hated that it did..

Amelia immediately stood straight,forcing a smile onto her face.

He appeared exactly as always impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders, a silver watch resting against his wrist, and an expression so cold it could freeze the morning sun. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and effortless elegance made him look more like a king than the husband who shared her last name.

Good morning, she greeted softly.

Without looking at her, Ethan reached for the car keys on the console.

I made your favorite breakfast,Amelia continued, trying not to sound disappointed. "I thought we could eat together before you leave."

I don't have time, Ethan stated Coldly.

Those words landed harder than a slap.

Still, Amelia refused to give up.

She picked up his neatly folded tie and stepped closer.

At least let me help you, Amelia insisted.

Ethan remained still letting Amelia adjust his tie,

Standing on her tiptoes, Amelia carefully adjusted the knot of his navy silk tie, his eyes travelled down to her lips,Her fingers brushed lightly against the warmth of his neck,

For one fleeting heartbeat…….Their eyes met.

His dark gaze lingered on her face just long enough to make her heart skip.

Then, as if remembering something, he stepped back.

"You don't have to do this anymore."

The words stung.

Amelia lowered her hands, hiding the hurt behind a gentle smile.

I know,she whispered. 

I just... wanted to.

Ethan gave a small nod before turning toward the front door.

Drive safely.

He didn't answer.

The massive wooden door closed behind him with a quiet click that somehow sounded louder than thunder.

Silence filled the mansion once again.

Amelia looked at the untouched breakfast before glancing at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall.

A red circle surrounded today's date.

Their third wedding anniversary.

Three years ago, she had walked toward Ethan believing she was walking toward the beginning of forever.

She touched the red circle with her fingertip.

She smiled sadly.

"Maybe... this year will be different”,she thought to herself.

Three years ago, she had walked toward Ethan believing she was walking toward the beginning of forever.

She touched the red circle with her fingertip.

"Maybe... this year will be different."

Her smile was small.

Fragile.

Hopeful.

She didn't know how badly that hope was about to hurt her.

Outside, a sleek black Rolls-Royce disappeared through the mansion gates.

Inside his briefcase, unnoticed by Amelia,lay a sealed envelope from his lawyer.

Its contents would destroy everything she still believed in………..