Semua Bab Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Bab 131 - Bab 140

MAISIEI felt like I was staring down a dead-end road hours ago, my future locked behind closed doors. I had been faced with only two choices: One meant clinging to my son and letting go of the man I loved. The other meant taking my son and walking away, alone.I chose the lesser of two heartbreaks. I couldn’t bring myself to forget him even now. I had tried to hate him and convinced myself I had succeeded. I built walls of resentment, stacked bricks of anger. Yet they crumbled the second I heard his voice.What kind of fool returns to the flame after being burned? Is it an extraordinary ability to forgive... or just a poor memory?He once told me we were alike in our tenderness. Maybe we were alike in our thoughts, too.Memories of his outlined face flashed across my mind. The arch of his eyebrows. The way his hair falls into place. Every detail of his features… I committed them all to memory with precision.A liar would say life doesn't depend on a person. Because the absence of one

MAISIE“Watch your mouth!” Karina's chest heaved with barely contained fury.Then something shifted in her expression. Instead of storming off as I expected, she sank down beside me on the sand. The tension between us crackled like static before a storm, but neither of us moved.The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, providing a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling between us.I watched her from the corner of my eye, still processing the shocking revelation about the drugging incident. My mind kept replaying that night, seeing it through this new, horrifying lens. Until recently, Dame had told me Karina didn't love Jason, nor did he love her. I'd foolishly assumed my jealousy had painted her in darker colors than she deserved. Now, that assumption felt like ashes in my mouth, bitter and choking."You know, I envy your son so much," Karina whispered."What?" The unexpected comment yanked me from my dark thoughts. Of all the things I'd expected her to say,

MAISIELater that evening in my room, Miriam's eyes widened as I recounted the day's events."Did all this happen while I was sleeping?!" She gaped at me from her perch on the bed.I pulled the towel from my damp hair, settling beside her. "I feel guilty for spending two nights cursing Karina.""Well, we need to start packing. The trip ends tomorrow.”I headed toward the closet.“It's been quite the emotional rollercoaster," she grumbled.I smiled to myself, thinking how despite all the drama, this had somehow become the best trip of my life. As long as I didn't lose the people who mattered most, everything else felt manageable. The complications, the revelations, even the heartache – they'd all led to this moment of clarity.My eyes caught sight of the black paper bag tucked away in the cupboard the same one Jason had sent me.Memories flooded back as I reached for it, the paper crinkling under my touch. I carried it out, eager to share this small treasure with Miriam."Look at this!

MAISIEI couldn’t find the words to respond.Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.I looked at him with regret flickering in my eyes. My voice came softer this time, filled with guilt."It was selfish of me to talk about my pain when I haven’t even tried to understand yours. You’ve carried this suffering alone for so long… and I wasn’t ready to face what it really meant for you."Jason didn’t say anything right away. He stared ahead with the quiet, unreadable expression of his.But he was right.I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like to live six years believing I had abandoned him.I had barely survived one day without my son by my side. How could he have survived more than a decade with that kind of pain?The realization sank deep into my chest, tightening like a fist around my heart. I had been too caught up in my own sorrow to see his.I never meant for this to happen.I never meant to hurt him.I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I spoke again."I'm sorry,

MAISIENearly an hour passed. The room was quiet, interrupted only by the gentle hum of the videos playing. Clip after clip, memory after memory. And then, the last one—Don at five months old.The video lasted only twenty seconds, but it felt weightier than the rest. I watched as his tiny fingers reached for the camera, his toothless grin filling the screen. A single moment was frozen in time.I turned to Jason, feeling the weight of unspoken words between us. He met my gaze, his expression unreadable.“After the first lie, every truth becomes questionable. Be honest with me, and you’ll never find me cruel... no matter how much your honesty might hurt me.”The words settled deep in me, heavier than they should have been.I reached for his hand and rested my palm against his.His warmth seeped into my skin, grounding me.“I promise,” I whispered, “I will always be honest with you.”His fingers curled around mine, his grip firm yet comforting.There are some people who bring light into