Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Ex, Loved By My Billionaire Boss : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

I didn't sleep that night.How could I?Nicholas's lips were still on mine. His scent was in my sheets even though he never made it to the bed. My heart was a traitor, thumping out "danger" in Morse code while I lay wide awake replaying every second of that kiss.By morning, I looked like I'd been kissed by the Grim Reaper.And Jenna noticed.She walked into my office mid-morning, holding two coffees and a look that said she was about to rip open a secret like a Christmas present."Here," she said, placing the latte in front of me. "You look like you cried yourself to sleep... or didn't sleep at all.""Thanks," I muttered.She sat without asking. "So. What's his name?"I nearly choked. "Excuse me?""You're glowing... and suffering. That's the signature combo of freshly complicated romance."I sipped my coffee and stared straight ahead. "You're imagining things.""Sure. Just like I imagined Nicholas leaving your place at 9:30 PM last night."My head whipped toward her. "You what?"She

Regina’s POVThe difference between fear and fury is paper-thin. One wrong breath, and it flips.This morning, I was scared.By noon, I was seething.I spent my lunch break collecting receipts. Not the kind you hand to accounting, but the kind you tuck into a folder labeled “burn the whole thing down if needed.” Every slight from Mary, every underhanded jab from Cassandra, every suspicious email trail Nicholas had quietly forwarded to me in the past month.By the time Jenna walked in with a protein bar and an eyebrow raised, I was halfway through writing down Cassandra’s old scandals like I was prepping for a court deposition.She looked over my shoulder. “Ah. Full-blown Scorpio mode.”“I’m a Capricorn.”She bit into the bar. “Yeah, well. Today, you’re channeling revenge.”I didn’t deny it.“Are we going nuclear?” she asked, eyeing my screen.“Not yet.” I leaned back. “I’m starting with whispers.”I made three calls that afternoon. One to a PR contact from my marketing days. Another t

Regina's POVIf I had a dollar for every time Cassandra tried to sabotage me, I could buy this entire office, fire her myself, and install a champagne bar in the conference room.But this time? She outdid herself. It started with a leak.Not a plumbing one, though I would've gladly drowned her in a sink if I could. No, this leak came in the form of an email blast. A very well-curated "anonymous" tip sent to our entire board, media contacts, and Nicholas's family. Photos, suggestive messages, and enough twisted language to frame me as the villain in my own career.It hit like wildfire. I was at my desk when Jenna stormed in, face pale. "Regina. Don't check your email."So, of course, I checked my email.And there it was, subject line: "CEO's Mistress or Manipulator?"Accompanied by screenshots of Nicholas and me from that charity gala. Phrases like "rising through favors" and "disgraced by ambition". The work of a jealous psychopath with too much time and an internet connection."Cassa

Third POV Regina was checking the date, it was a new month already. Who could believe six months had passed now since she had fully been with Nicholas! She woke up with a big smile that morning and made breakfast. In the kitchen, breakfast looked ready just after few minutes Regina began to work her magic. She served the meal on the table and went ahead to fetch Nicholas who had been busy working on something since dawn. With her arms placed on her hips, she pouted. "Breakfast is ready and you have to eat! Why won't you tell me what you've been working on, love?" Nicholas did not even bother to raise his head up to look at her. "I'm almost done." Was his reply. "Almost done...you've been saying that two hours ago." Regina muttered. "Fine..I'll join you for breakfast but I'm eating here." Nicholas said before she left the room. She turned to face him with brows arched high but he wasn't even looking. Regina sighed, deep down she felt this sharp pain in her chest! This

Regina's POVI didn't know why I came.The hospital walls were white and cold, like they'd swallowed every ounce of warmth the world had to offer. I stood at the entrance to Room 307, my hand hesitating on the knob.Dan was inside.He'd been in an accident, nothing too serious, just a gash on his forehead and a sprained wrist. Still, when Mike texted that Dan had asked for me... curiosity overruled my good sense.I pushed the door open.There he was. Sitting up in bed, shirtless, bruised, and somehow still looking like the man I once loved. Or maybe the man I thought I loved."Regina," he said, voice low and hoarse.I didn't reply immediately. I shut the door behind me and walked in slowly, heels clicking against the tile. His eyes followed every step."You look like hell," I said.He gave a small, tired smile. "You still showed up.""I shouldn't have.""But you did."I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, far enough not to be pulled into his gravity. "What do you want, Dan?"