All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret: Chasing His Ex wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LACHLAN'S POVThere was a brief knock on the door, and I told whoever it was to enter. “I apologise for intruding.” The female voice said, and I jolted from my seat. Cassie. The mere sight of her infuriated me. “What part of my ‘Back off'? I'm married!’ Did you not understand?”“I'm sorry.” She said in a trembling voice and turned to leave.A familiar scent hits my nose, and I froze. “Wait.”I didn't know if she was still there because she hadn't come into the office. She remained at the door. The scent of spiced chicken and flour tortillas. It couldn't be what I'm thinking about. I held the door ajar and found her standing in the threshold nestling a grilled pineapple bowl in kitchen gloves. I stepped back for her to enter. “One in.”“Thank you.” She muttered.When she entered, she set down the bowl on a napkin on the centre table. “Why did you make me chicken fajitas?” I crossed my arms over my chest.She twiddles her fingers. I could see the Band-Aids latched on each finger.

AMELIA'S POVI felt like I achieved something today. Staying in the hospital and enduring the sterile smell of bleach and bandages, talking to Eric and feeding him hospital food, playing the game of Kahoot and having fun… Today was the best birthday I've ever had. While in the taxi, My fingers brushed the emerald necklace around my neck and I smiled. It was Mom's and now, mine. I don't know how Eric found it but I love him for giving it to me. Loved… that's such a strong word. I felt a buzz in my purse and realised my phone was ringing. I missed the call before I could answer.When I decided to check the caller my eyes widened in my head. I got 35 missed calls from Lachlan. Oh my God. “Um… driver , can you go a bit faster?” I told the middle aged man driving the Uber.“I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't risk it. You're pregnant after all. Wouldn't want anything that'll harm the baby.” he looked at the rearview mirror as he replied to me.Ugh! I gave up. Lachlan would have to wait for me

Chapter 137Amelia's POVI slammed the door behind me, fuming furiously. I hurled my purse across the wall and screamed. This was making me almost go crazy. What was I thinking? Why was I fighting Lachlan? What was going on with me?I palmed my face and sat on the edge of the bed. “What am I doing?”Hot tears stung my eyes, and I wiped my eyes with the heel of my hands. I accused Lachlan of making me a prisoner. How could I say such a thing?A muffled buzz startled me, and I turned to look at my phone while lying face down on the marble floor. Who is it at this hour?I ignored the ringing and resumed sulking. The ringing was persistent. What the hell!I got off the bed and walked to where the phone was and picked it up. Lines like spider webs crawled across the screen. The crack was beyond what I had imagined it to be. Did I throw it that hard?The ringing stopped, and I heaved a sigh. Just as I was about to unlock the phone, it rang again. With a squint, I could make out the caller

Amelia's POVLilian followed me as I paced the living room. “You have to calm down, Amelia. He'll be home soon.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “I—I… What do I do, Lilian? Do you think he's out there drinking?”Lilian knew the answer. It was clear with the sad look on her face—he was. “I don't know, ma'am.”She lied. Just as I had thought she would.“Have you tried calling him again?” I asked her.Lilian whipped out her phone from her dress pocket. “Yeah. He's not answering.”I squeezed my phone in my hand, upset that the screen had broken when I hurled it at the wall. It wasn't exactly a smart move. “I'm sure he'll call in the morning.” Lilian assured me with a small smile.“Okay.” I muttered under my breath.She linked arms with me. “Come on. Let's get you to bed.”As she helped me to my room, I couldn't help but miss Lachlan more. I hadn't realised how much I had hurt him. God, I'm such a monster.We arrived at my bedroom, and Lilian unhooked her arm from mine and took a step

Chris's POV Something common in Chicago city is that you never have enough peace of mind to finish a damn thing.The wine glass had barely made its way to my lips before I heard a pounding on the door.The time was just 11 am. Who the hell was that?I walked to the door, with my cigar dangling from my lips. “Yo, what's there?” “Police, open up!” came with a European accent.Police? Shit! I spat out the cigar and fanned the air with my hands. “Don't bother about the cigar. We smoke too.” Came the same voice.“Shit.” I picked up the cigar from the floor. “Fuck.”“It's getting cold. Do you mind letting us in for some questions?” The voice asked. He didn't sound hostile, so I guess it's good.I pushed the door back and found two gentlemen in brown and black suits, respectively.“Hello there, Mr. Mallory.” The one with dark hair extended his hand to me.I took it in a firm grip. “It's Chris.”“Ah, Mr. Chris.” The man said. “The name's Detective Matthew. This is my partner, Roland.” Hi