Lahat ng Kabanata ng MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2017 ~SIERRA~ I took a sip of my drink before my eyes roamed. Everything about the day was perfect, sunny, classy restaurant, expensive wine, and soft country music in the background—perfect for a date, right? Only it wasn’t a date—well, maybe for my husband, but not for me. I placed my glass down on the table as my gaze fell on a couple who I presumed to be on their first date or maybe just trying to have lunch. He pulled a chair out for her, and she muttered something in his ear, which he chuckled at, and he took his seat across from her. He took her hands into his, sweetly looking at her, and he started talking. My eyes wandered back to my husband, who was deep in conversation with his friends. When I looked at the two women, my husband’s friends' wives, I started to regret coming here. They were engaged in a conversation, talking about business and fashion; I didn’t know anything about it. I looked back at my husband; I was sure he had forgotten I was eve

GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2017~SIERRA~“We still don’t have a name, but hopefully we will make one soon,” I told her, and she nodded. “Why are you sleeping here? You can come with us and have the guest room, or why don’t you go to your grandmother? Does she know you’re here?” She asked."No, I’m fine here, thank you so much, Lily. My grandmother doesn’t know I’m here.”“You didn’t get a chance to call her?”“No, I would rather not,” I said and she nodded.“Should I come pick you up tomorrow?”"No, it is fine, I’ll find my way. Thank you so much, Lily,” I declined, as I didn't want to invade her busy schedule.“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Call me if you need anything. I have to go now,” she kissed my cheeks before leaving.When she closed the door, I felt lonely. I have always been alone. Damian never reciprocated my love, but just the thought of him being my husband filled that loneliness, now that he mentioned divorcing me, the loneliness was here. “He’s just nervous, he will come ar

GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2017~DAMIAN~I woke up earlier than usual. I looked at the beautiful woman who was in a deep sleep. The sheet barely covered her body, her perfect ass was exposed, and I beat myself for even doubting or caring for Sierra’s leave last night. I carefully crawled on the bed to her side and started kissing her legs and she giggled.“Damian… I’m still not awake,” she said, half asleep.“I know, I’m just trying to cover up your body, I don’t want the people on TV to start gawking at my woman,” I said. She let out a small, attractive laugh. After securely covering her body with the sheet, I removed strands of her hair from her face. I tugged it behind her ear and kissed her cheek. When I was done, I got up and walked to the bathroom.I was already naked, so I just headed straight to the shower. I let the tap run as my hands ran through my hair. I took a bath net and started washing my body. When I was done, I closed my eyes to wash off the soap and that’s when I saw her

TEXAS, HOUSTON 2017~SIERRA~"Shit, where’s that belt?” I cursed as I started looking for my belt. It’s a challenge for us plus-size women to wear an office skirt without a belt, it makes you look unprofessional. When I found it, I placed it around my waist. It would also help in case no one wanted to hire a pregnant woman, as my bump was already showing. “I should register for a yoga class,” I reminded myself as I looked in the mirror. My hands unintentionally reached my bump. “We need to get this job,” I said out loud, and my eyes caught sight of my hair, it was copper, my natural hair color. Three years ago, I had to dye it to my husband's —well, now my ex-husband’s demand. Lily sent me a copy of the divorce last week. I’ve been in Houston for two weeks now. I have been looking for a job but with no luck. They all either wanted to be bribed or get into my pants. I was not going to lose my dignity, especially now that I was pregnant. After I admired my hair in the mirror, I gra

TEXAS, HOUSTON 2023~SIERRA~“Oh my gosh, Ingrid!” I was frightened as my daughter jumped over the colorful tires.“Don’t worry, Ms. Reid, she's fine,” Beatrice, my assistant, assured me.“Mommy! Mommy! I jumped,” she excitedly screamed."Yes, you did my love, now come to Mommy,” I sweetly said, as I didn't want her to continue jumping over the tires. These activities were fun, but I always got scared whenever I saw them having this much fun. I didn't want them to get hurt or for anything to happen to them."No, Mommy, I still want to jump.” She refused and continued jumping. Ingrid was my copy, she had Damian's brown eyes, but her facial features and hair were mine. She was outspoken, but I loved her dearly because of her confidence.My eyes landed on Nathan, who was on the hopscotch. He was very good at numbers, and he outdid his friends. Nathan was Damian’s copy, with his loose waves, brown eyes, nose, and all his facial features —exactly Damian. He was smart and careful. I smiled,