All Chapters of HIS REGRET; Chasing back his rejected ex-wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SEBASTIAN'S POV My jaw tightened, irritation flickering in my eyes as I shot a furious look at Jamie. I was ready to snap back at him, but my grandfather's sharp command interrupted me. "Enough!" His voice cut through the air, making me exhale in frustration as I turned my gaze away from Jamie. Gosh, I hated dealing with this annoying prick called my brother. He had a thing for testing my patience. "That’s enough, both of you," Grandfather continued, disappointment lacing his words as he addressed Jamie and me. I could sense his displeasure; he couldn't stand it when we bickered, especially in his presence as he saw it as a significant disrespect. It was. I mean, which grandfather would love his older grandsons arguing between themselves like this? Definitely not mine. "My apologies, Grandfather," Jamie's deep voice echoed through the dining hall as he offered his apology. I caught his tone and I refrained from the urge to scoff. Reluctantly, I followed suit, expressing my regret

SEBASTIAN'S POV The next day. I sat at the polished mahogany desk in my opulent office at Weston's Corp, scrutinizing the previous sales report on this sunny afternoon. I was trying to identify the source of the minor issue that had emerged. I had been trying to identify the source since I came back from dinner last night. Fuck, this was seeming more hectic than I had thought. Maintaining a calm expression, my eyes were locked onto the screen as I delved deeper into the data. I worked relentlessly, my eyes observing every single detail carefully. However, just three hours into sorting through the information, I let out a heavy sigh and backed away from the computer. It was a sigh filled with fatigue, as I was completely worn out. I still hadn't pinpointed the mistakes nor identify the culprit, and with the pressing need to resolve them quickly before returning to Kristine and my child, my frustration began to boil over. Why did this even have to happen? I felt irritated, disappoin

SEBASTIAN'S POV I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe I was actually listening to her spout this nonsense. "What?" I spluttered again, my astonishment palpable. Lydia's eyes never left mine as she continued undeterred. "Let me help, Seb. That's all I ask. At least, give me a chance to atone for my mistakes. I swear I'll make it up to you." Oh, now I see what this was about. She was begging me for a second chance. This was merely a ploy to get back together with me. Eventually, I reeled from shock and chuckled mirthlessly. "You know, I never took you for a clown until now," I said to her, scoffing incredulously afterward. The amusement in my expression soon faltered as I said to her icily. "Get out," "Just hear me out, Seb, please," She implored. "Get out of my office, Lydia, before I call security on you." I said coldly. She implored as she reached for her bag, pausing in the process. "Hold on, before I leave, can I ask you something?" her tone was soft and

DAVE'S POV Some days back, my assistant had informed me of the newly launched multi-billion dollar brand in Clasold City, where every investor around the world was trying to secure a spot with them. I was a businessman, and as such, I also wanted to invest revenue in the promising brand. I had my own selfish interest regarding that. Even though I had been reluctant to admit it until now, my business was failing. Sales weren't coming as they used to. There was too much competition in the market, and it was difficult to get a hold of potential clients nowadays, considering my products and services were everywhere. I hadn't told Kristine about this. I didn't want her to feel perturbed, especially now that her crazily wealthy, billionaire ex had suddenly returned, chasing after her. I didn't want her to perceive me as a worthless boyfriend who wouldn't stand up to her ex or her, as a matter of fact. I needed to get my finances back on track. Only then would I be able to match up to

DAVE'S POV I returned to the hotel, feeling dejected, livid, and frustrated. Closing the fine wooden door behind me after entering my room, I crossed over to my bed, where I began undressing after tossing the briefcase I had been carrying all day onto the bed. I took off my suit jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, and rolled up the sleeves before crossing over to the stool close to the vanity mirror in the room. My head spiralled with conflicting thoughts. I was upset. My palms clenched into fists, recalling I had just lost something really significant because of that asshole. He declined the partnership request. He sent me out of his office afterward, like I was a nobody. He made a mockery of me, even without throwing a fit in front of me. Anger surged through me. I felt humiliated. I felt worthless. In fact, I was currently feeling a lot of things that weren't positive, and it was all because of him. My eyes strayed, and I caught a champagne crystal glass resting on the dre