All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: He Wants Me Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SASHA’S POV“Mom… you’re here?” I asked, stunned. “No way, right?”My voice trembled—I couldn’t trust my own eyes. I pinched my arm repeatedly, terrified this was a dream. No, not even that. I’d stopped dreaming of seeing Mom years ago, after she left me like she wished I’d never been born.“Sasha… it’s Mom, sweetie!”The woman who once rejected me, who said how disappointed she was, now stood before me. I froze, unsure what to do. Should I hug her, or run, scared she’d deny me as her daughter again?“Sasha, my girl?” Mom said again. “I’ve missed you so much, sweetie!”She stepped closer, hesitantly reaching out. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, smudging the makeup on her beautiful, carefully painted face.“You’re so gorgeous, Sha,” she whispered softly, “my daughter…”My heart clenched when she called me that again. The person I thought was gone from my life was back, claiming me as her daughter. Was Mom really accepting me again?“Mom…” I whispered.That’s all I could say before

SASHA’S POV“Sam, stop!” I screamed, grabbing Sam’s arm to keep him from hitting Uncle Vincent again. But who wouldn’t lose it seeing their fiancée kissed by another man? I was sure Sam had a front-row seat to what happened between me and Uncle Vincent.A punch landed on Uncle Vincent’s face. I panicked, shrieking as he groaned in pain.“Stop, Sam!” I yelled, tugging at Sam.It’s not that I was worried about Uncle Vincent. I was scared he’d hit Sam back. What if this turned into a boxing match? I didn’t want Sam hurt because of my mess with Uncle Vincent.And sure enough—*WHAM!*Another punch flew, this time from Uncle Vincent, aimed at Sam.“Damn you, kiddo! How dare you steal my woman!” Uncle Vincent snarled, yanking Sam’s shirt collar.“Uncle, stop! Enough! Don’t hit Sam!” I screamed, stepping between them, wrapping my arms around Sam and shielding him with my body.“Get out of the way, Sha!” Uncle Vincent roared, his voice hoarse. “This is men’s business! He started it! Don’t blam

SASHA’S POV“Sha, wait! Let me explain!” Sam cried, eyes wide as saucers. “It’s not what you think!”Lia and Sam stared at me, stunned. Sam looked nervous, probably thinking I assumed the worst. Lia was just as panicked, her face clouded with worry.“What do you think I’m thinking?” I asked, fighting a grin. “If you were really up to something, would you bring her home?” I teased.Relief washed over Lia’s face—and Sam’s too. They both clearly had the same worry.“Sha, thank God you’re still up,” Sam said, visibly tired but relieved. “Can you lend Lia some clean clothes? She’s in rough shape.”I stepped closer to Lia, who was still crying. Her clothes were soaked, a bruise darkened her cheek, and deep scratches lined her shoulders like claw marks.“Lia, what happened?” I asked, alarmed. A brawl? She’s not in high school anymore. “How’d you get so banged up?”Lia just shook her head. Her sobs made it hard for her to speak. All I got were more tears.“Sha, don’t grill her now,” Sam urged

SASHA’S POV“Sasha, let me talk to you!” Freya screamed—Vincent’s ex-wife and my dad’s mistress. “It’s important!”Sam looked at me, confused. “Did you invite her?”I shook my head. “Dad was invited, but Mom said he couldn’t come, so Daniel had to stand in,” I explained. Sam’s been swamped with a new project at work, so he’s a bit out of the loop on the wedding prep. That’s why he’s so clueless now.The small crowd of guests started buzzing. Nasty gossip echoed through the ballroom.“What’s going on?”“Who’s that woman?”“Maybe Sam knocked up another woman!”“No way, knock up someone older? Impossible!”“Then why’s she crashing someone’s wedding?”The pregnant woman fought the security guards holding her back, refusing to give up. I asked Emma to take the kids away so they wouldn’t see this mess.“Sam, can we let Freya in?” I pleaded, feeling sorry for her. My hatred for her didn’t erase my humanity toward a pregnant woman. I’ve been there—pregnant and despised, labeled a homewrecker

SASHA’S POVI stood frozen in the quiet parlor of the funeral home, staring at the empty space where Dad’s casket had been displayed earlier. My mind was a haze, replaying his last smile, his voice. I barely registered Vincent’s low voice trying to reach me—his words lost in the fog.I still couldn’t believe it—Dad and I had been only four hours apart all these years. Just four hours. I kept thinking he was gone for good, somewhere far away, but he wasn’t. If I hadn’t blamed him for everything... maybe I would’ve tried. Maybe I wouldn’t have waited until it was too late. Meeting him again only when he was dying—it broke something in me.A gentle hand patted my shoulder, then my cheek. I couldn’t move, couldn’t respond—like my body had checked out. Time blurred as someone—Daniel, maybe—guided me by the arm, leading me through a crowd of hushed voices and somber faces.A baby’s cry snapped me back. I turned, blinking, and saw a tiny, red-faced newborn in Daniel’s arms, swaddled in a bl