Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr billionaire's regret: chasing after my ex-wife isn't easy: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Hazel looked displeased at her efforts. “You didn't have to cook, I can make breakfast in my own home," she hissed. Willow put on an innocent face and shrugged, “I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help." Hazel stared at Willow for a few seconds, just glaring at her without saying a word. She thought that Willow must really be desperate to please Kevin and herself so she can stay. “I guess you might as well be useful if you're going to stay here,” she sighed and looked at the food, as if inspecting it. Willow finally smiled and sat across from Kevin and Hazel, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she toyed with her fork. “Do you like it, Hazel?" Willow asked with a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. Hazel scoffed. “Do you enjoy making things uncomfortable, Willow? Or is it just second nature to you?” Willow didn’t look up. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of making anyone uncomfortable. I’m just enjoying breakfast.” Her tone was sweet, but the sarcasm was impossible t

The dining room was quiet as Hazel looked at Willow quizzically. “Question?" Monica asked and looked between them tensely. What was she talking about? Willow took a step forward, her eyes boring into Hazel. “I have a question for you,” she repeated. Hazel, seated at Kevin’s side, stiffened slightly but held her composure. She couldn't act shocked. And although she could hear the mischief in Willow's tone, she had to act calm. “What now, Willow?” she replied, feigning nonchalance, though her tone betrayed a trace of anxiety. Monica too was a little irritated. She'd tried to put Willow down all evening. Hoping that she'd take the hint and hide her face in shame. But now she was even calling more attention to herself. “Hazel, why don't you tell us," Willow tilted her head, her smirk widening. “What’s your middle name?” The room immediately went quiet. Hazel's eyes widened and her fingers tightened around the napkin on her lap, her lips parting slightly as though she wanted to spea

Willow froze. Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe what Monica had just said. “Oh, I see you didn't think of that, did you?" Monica laughed. Willow looked at the door where the fake Hazel had just walked through and then back at Monica. “What?!" She was stunned. She couldn't feel her feet. “Can't you see the resemblance? Doesn't she look like your duplicate?" Willow was shocked. The fake Hazel was her sister? How did Monica find her? “How?" Willow said breathlessly. Madame Monica’s lips curled into a smile as she stared at Willow. “You know, it’s almost poetic, isn’t it?” she said, her voice filled with mockery. “You and Hazel’s imposter are twins. Duplicates of the real Hazel. Isn’t fate just deliciously cruel?” Willow froze, her breath catching in her throat. “Twins?” she whispered, the word barely audible. “Yes, darling. You heard what I said,” she rolled her eyes. Willow was speechless, she stumbled back and clutched the edge of the table in shock. “Yes, she's yo

Zephyr was a familiar face and Kevin was very relieved to be staring at him. He hadn't seen his old buddy for many years but it felt good to see someone that he knew from the past. “Hey, why don't you take a seat," Zephyr said calmly and told her to sit. Kevin sat down but he was still breathing hard. How did he just escape all that crowd? How did Zephyr arrive just in time to save him from the paparazzi. He thought he was going to die. He was willing to let the ground open up and swallow him whole. He felt trapped. “Where's she?" He kept mumbling even as he stumbled into his living room and Zephyr helped him take his seat. “Why don't you calm down? Um sure everything will be okay." He proposed. But Kevin shook his head, “No, I have to find her," he mumbled. Zephyr sighed and patted him on the shoulders as he moved inside the kitchen, rummaged for a few minutes and reappeared with a glass of water, he sat across from him, a glass of water in hand, studying his friend. “You’re

The day had finally arrived. Nova was flying down to Korea for her surgery and Zephyr was right beside her. Zephyr’s grip tightened around the handle of Nova’s luggage as they exited the airport into the crisp air of Seoul. “Did you get everything from the plane?" Nova asked and Zephyr nodded as he held her hands. Shortly after they left the airport, their cab received them and they headed down to the hospital. Zephyr was quiet all through the ride. Nova didn't say a word and neither did he. Both sat beside each other, holding hands and wishing this wasn't as sad. The hospital stood in the distance, a towering structure of glass and white walls. Nova had a chance here. The doctors had performed similar surgeries and she wasn't as helpless anymore. This trip had been the singular focus of Zephyr’s existence since he discovered her illness. Every penny, every sleepless night, every whispered prayer had led them here. Yet, as they approached the sliding doors, Zephyr couldn't den