Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Regret: Chasing His Ex wife : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Lachlan's povI tried to wrap my head around the files staring back at my desk but I just couldn't.Each second, the image of Amelia's face keeps flickering through my mind like some kind of torchlight in the woods. “Ugh!” I pushed back my seat and stroller to the glass window with a peculiar view of the city. I heaved a sigh and stuffed both my hands in my pockets. Amelai had looked at me this morning like I was some stranger. Even when I gave her a kiss on her forehead, she flinched. The thought raked through my heart like a knife and it hurt. I had hurt her. “God, how do I fix this?” I dragged my hand through my hair.“You could always divorce her.” A voice interrupted me.I didn't need to turn around to know that the owner of the voice is Cassie.“What are you doing here?” I asked her back.“Ummm…” she chuckled. “I work here, remember? I'm a model of the product launch, remember, Mr. CEO?”I could feel her hot breath in the back of my neck now. Her hands wrapped themselves aro

Eric's povI always hated how Lachlan got everything how he wanted. It didn't matter what sacrifice I made, I was always one step behind. Despite being in the spotlight, I was invisible. Amelia… though… Amelia saw me once. She smiled at me in a way that made me believe I was more than just the shadow lurking behind Lachlan. Amelia deserved the world. She needed someone who saw someone for who she was and someone who loved her. Not Lachlan. He couldn't even appreciate her properly. And now, here we are. With her on the couch and me pointing at her with a gun.I tossed the wedding gown on Amelia's bed Amelia. “Put it on.”Amelia shivered. Her tearful eyes darted to Bailey, bound to her own chair in the corner of the room. The sight of her pale face rather than making me sympathize with her made me annoyed.“Put it on.” I repeated.She turned to me with an icy glare. “You're insane!” “No, I'm a genius! Can't you see what we're doing here? Lachlan can't have you. He said he didn't wan

Lachlan's POV “So…” Amelia asked quietly. “What happens now?” I ran my hand through my already tousled hair and exhaled softly. “Now?... We move with our lives.” “What do you mean?” Amelia looked at my face now, her brows furrowed in confusion. A shudder escaped my lips, and I replied. “You've given me an heir, Amelia…. The deal was to give me an heir and sign the divorce papers…” As much as it hurt me to admit it, it was the truth. “What?” Her eyes went round, and my heart clenched. The image of her broken expression was like a dagger to my heart, and I looked away. The only thing that mattered was Amelia. I didn't deserve it after hurting her—not once or twice, but over and over again. Her eyes filled the same way they did when she stumbled on Cassie kissing me in the office. It was never my intention for her to see that. Hell, I hadn't even wanted it to happen, but it did, and she had run away like she did before. Suddenly, memories of the incident flickered through my m

Amelia's POVI watched Lachlan lower his gaze and apologize in a low voice. “I am so very sorry, Amelia. I want nothing else from you, but I do have a favor to ask.”Favor? What did he want? “What is it?”He hesitated for a moment before he whispered now. “That you forgive me.”“What?” I heard a light knock on the door, and the nurse entered. “Mr. Mallory, the police are waiting.”“Oh.” Lachlan said, then turned to me as if waiting for an answer. I gave him a nod, and he rose off the bed. “Can I come see you later?” He asked in a somber tone.Has Lachlan ever looked this vulnerable? “Yeah.” I replied weakly, leaning against the reclining bed. “Okay.” He turned away from the room and shut the door behind him. I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. Tonight was a long night. The baby moved in my arms, and I pulled him close, inhaling his clean scent. “What do I do, baby?” I whispered. “What do I do?”The days that followed after that, Lachlan visited me in the hospital. And when he

Lachlan's POV“I'm not talking about golfing together, dude.” Matthew scoffed. “It's your brother.”“Chris…”“You need to go down to the station. Chris wants to talk to you. Says it's urgent.”“Did he say exactly why?” “No, but he did say it had to be you and was for your ears only.”I thought hard about it. What did Chris want to tell me that he couldn't tell the cops? I didn't have the answers to them; only he could provide answers to that. “Fine. I'll be at the station soon.” I replied. The call ended, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket, hoping I wouldn't regret visiting.I arrived at jail and regretted it immediately.As I stepped through the heavy metallic doors, the stench of steel, sweat, and faint smell of bleach poured out. I nearly pinched my nose, but I had to stop myself. The officer escorting me didn't budge and led me down the corridor in small, graceful steps. “Here.” The officer said, stopping in front of the thick pane of glass divided by a pair of telepho