Semua Bab HIS REGRET; Chasing back his rejected ex-wife : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Dahlia approached me, her grin so exuberant that it seemed to attract the attention of nearby paparazzi, who were now eager to take photos as they must have presumed Dahlia and I had a connection.I quickly signaled to Dahlia's bodyguards to handle the situation. I couldn’t afford to have my face plastered all over the news announcing my connection to her; it would only complicate matters for me."Hubby?" Dahlia called out to me again. I thought I hadn’t heard her correctly the first time she referred to me that way.I stared at her, my brows furrowed in confusion, but then I reminded myself of Grandfather's pleas to make Dahlia feel welcome upon her return. I forced my expression into something more amiable. "Hey," I replied, my tone polite yet cool.As she approached, she unexpectedly wrapped her arms around my neck, her body pressing against mine."Miss Dahlia with Mr. Weston!" one of the photographers exclaimed, drawing the attention of others who were being pushed back by Dahlia

I was certain she recognized my voice instantly. I knew this because she suddenly fell silent, and the stillness on the other end was deafening. It caused my heart to thump, shoveling and slamming against my ribcage unapologetically. My nerves wavered. And I didn't even intend to turn into a stammer like this. Pulling from my trance, I remained at a loss for words, but I quickly realized that now wasn't the time to be lost in thought. I had to seize this rare opportunity to plead my case to her, to let her know that I never meant any of it, that I had never meant to hurt her. That the chaos swirling around us, threatening to undermine what we had only just begun to rebuild, was completely overwhelming and out of my control. I may have a hand in it, but I wasn’t the sole architect of our turmoil.Everything was spiraling out of my control, but I was determined to fix it. For her. For our child. For our family."Baby," my voice was soft as I clutched the phone to my ear, my heart racin

"Amelia," I whispered, and she turned to face me."What?" She shrugged, a frown etched on her face as I offered her a disapproving gaze. "She deserves to know the truth." She added."Yeah, but not like this," I whispered, exhaling exasperatedly before turning to Mia.She was staring at the two of us in confusion, her gaze flickering back and forth between us. "Mommy, what did Daddy do?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of dread and disbelief.My heart clenched at her innocent demeanor, but I couldn't reveal the truth. She was just five years old and would barely understand."Then how?" Amelia queried, responding to my initial reply.I tilted my head at her, raising my brows. "Stop.""Okay, fine," she replied, lifting her hands in mock surrender and backing away to the counter. "You do you, but just tell her the truth." She added, pouring coffee into a mug.My gaze shifted from her to Mia, and I smiled warmly at her, contemplating a response that would help me escape the interro

~SEBASTIAN~My car rolled to a halt outside the Douglas mansion. It was Monday evening, so you can easily guess the reason I was there. Our wedding was already scheduled for this Saturday, just five days from now. But I didn’t panic when I had received the news from Mother this morning. It was because that was more than enough time for me to figure things out and call off the wedding.Killing the engine of the vehicle, I gave myself one fleet glance in the rearview mirror. Not that I cared about how she would perceive my appearance when she finally joined me, I was simply ensuring I looked as good as ever.My reflection stared back at me; dark hair slicked away from my forehead and eyes as icy as ever.I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about this date. I was simply honoring this meeting for grandfather’s sake and also because I held a considerable amount of respect for the Douglas family. Aside from that, I certainly wouldn’t be here at this hour of the evening, 8 PM, to be exact.I leane

"Sebastian, welcome! When did you get back?" Auntie Leah, Mom's sister, asked as she pulled me in for a light embrace.I had just entered the dining room and was sure to say it was already filled with my family members, some of whom I was unfamiliar with.Grandfather sat at the head of the table, while my brothers occupied the left side.Mother walked up to me just as I was about to reply to Auntie Leah."Son," Mother threw her arms around me before pulling away. A smile was etched on my face as I regarded them."He got back a few days ago," Mother replied to Auntie Leah instead."Oh, really?""Yes.""Your brother mentioned you went on a business trip. I guess you're back for good then," Auntie Leah pointed out, but I shook my head."Not really—"Mother chimed in, a grin spreading across her face. "He came back because of his future wife."I felt discomfort at her words, but my expression gave nothing away. I merely stood there and watched them converse, with Mother clarifying all of