Semua Bab HIS REGRET; Chasing back his rejected ex-wife : Bab 21 - Bab 30

SEBASTIAN'S POV I felt like an asshole for threatening her over the custody of the same child she had raised by herself. I knew my actions and words were selfish, but she had forced my hand when she first hinted at getting a restraining order. I couldn't understand why she would even resort to that. Here I was, thinking I was making some progress. Have to admit, Kristine was quite stubborn. A wave of guilt washed over me, compelling me to apologize as I recognized how much my words had affected her, given her shift in demeanor. Yet, I found myself hesitating. As I looked into her eyes, I noticed her expression bore bewilderment. It was clear she hadn't anticipated my harsh statement. "W- what?" She finally exclaimed after a brief silence, her beautiful eyes reflecting her disappointment, and the sharp pang of guilt in my chest only intensified. I wanted nothing more than to express my regret for what I'd said, but instead, I blurted out something different. "Don’t push me to my l

KRISTINE'S POV "Are you sure you’re going to be alright, baby? I can always cancel if that’s what you want," I heard Dave's voice come through the phone, laced with concern. I shook my head, like he could see me, and responded softly, "No, please don’t do that. I don’t want you to postpone your plans because of me. I’ll be okay, I promise. It’s just a week; I can handle it, baby." I cited, trying to assure him not to abandon his trip because of me. Ever since my troubling encounter with Sebastian the other day, Dave had been overly protective. He was convinced that my ex-husband was a psychopath, and the idea of leaving me alone in the city for an entire week filled him with dread. He feared Sebastian could make another appearance and stir up more trouble. Funny. I get he was worried, but I couldn’t let him sacrifice his plans for me. That would be selfish, and I pride myself on not being selfish. I knew this trip was important to him, although he hadn't shared with me the full d

KRISTINE'S POV "Kristine, what's up? Let me guess, you're calling because you need my take on your relationship matters, don't you?" Amelia teased. She knew me so well. She knew I only called during work hours whenever I was plagued with something. She jolted me from my thoughts as she pressed. "Let's hear it, my love. What's this one about? Is Dave finally pressing you to sleep with him or what?" I gasped softly. "Jezz, Amelia." I glanced around, feeling relieved I was in my office. "Keep your voice down." "Well, don't keep me waiting, love. I'm eager to know what's up with you. In case you don't know, I was about to ride my man before you called." Oh my goodness. Typical Amelia. Always dramatic and carefree. I let out a scoff. "Well, I'm sorry for interrupting your intimate moment with your boyfriend, Amelia." "Yeah, yeah, cut to the chase now, will you? I'm fucking horny." I chuckled softly, rolling my eyes before heaving a sigh. I braced myself for what I was about to tell

SEBASTIAN'S POV As my plane landed at the international airport promptly at 4 PM, I took out my phone and dialed my assistant to let him know I had arrived. "Come pick me up, pronto," I said sharply and his response came through almost immediately. "I'll be there soon, boss," he assured me before I ended the call. I picked my traveling bag from the vacant seat and exited the plane, tasting the fresh air of the city I had abandoned nearly a month ago to go chase down the woman my heart wouldn't stop calling her name — Kristine. My heart squeezed tightly, recognizing we were now a thousand miles from each other as I had left without even letting her know I was leaving town. I had come back home after my trip to visit Kristine, prompted by alarming reports of someone trying to manipulate or, rather, already manipulating my company’s sales records, and I needed to uncover the identity of this person. The thief, better call it. I was pissed off, recalling the night Chris had broke

SEBASTIAN'S POV I walked into the enormous yet cozy estate that my Grandfather usually referred to as his own slice of paradise. This particular mansion was renowned as one of the City’s largest and most luxurious, with its interiors valued in the billions. It was astonishing to think that my Grandfather resided there alone, of course that's if you exclude his multitude of servants. Our family only gathered together in this opulent home when Grandfather summoned us for dinner, and turning down his invitation was never an option. He had a way of ensuring we understood the consequences of disobedience. Although he aimed to foster a sense of unity among us, the underlying resentment we harbored for one another in the family made such harmony nearly impossible. However, my brothers and I usually hid our animosity in his presence. As I embraced my mother, who rushed over to greet me warmly upon my arrival, I noticed a flicker of hostility in my eldest brother’s striking green eyes as h