Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Felix POVI step out of my office, my hands clasped behind my back as I make my way toward Judith’s desk. The rhythmic clicking of keyboards and the low hum of conversation filter through the hall, the usual signs of a well-run business in motion. The air is crisp, the temperature perfectly regulated, just as I prefer. Everything around me is controlled, efficient, predictable.But the nagging unease in my chest tells me that one thing—one person—is slipping out of my grasp.Judith looks up as I approach, her posture straightening, ever the professional. She knows I don’t walk out of my office without purpose.“Any word from Leah?”She exhales softly, shaking her head as she glances at the screen in front of her. “No, sir. I’ve tried calling, texting—nothing. It’s unlike her not to respond.”Unlike her indeed.Leah has never been one to ignore my calls. Even if she was occupied, she would acknowledge them—send a brief text, a voicemail, something. She understands the importance of com

Leah's POVThe moment I step off the plane, the warm Mediterranean air envelops me, carrying the scent of salt and sun-warmed stone. Greece. A place I had always dreamed of visiting. Now, I finally had the chance. The timing wasn’t ideal, but maybe this was the perfect opportunity—an escape from everything weighing me down.I pull out my phone and stare at the endless list of missed calls—my father, Ethan, Judith, even Cece. I know they’re worried, but I can’t deal with them right now. Talking to any of them would mean explaining, justifying, confronting. I’m not ready for that. Maybe I never will be.Without hesitation, I switch my phone to airplane mode—not that I need to, since I’ve ignored every call anyway—and shove it deep into my bag. For once, I need silence.Outside, I hail a cab, giving the driver the name of the hotel where I had made a reservation. The ride is smooth, the city unfolding around me in a blur of ancient ruins, narrow streets, and flashes of blue sea in the di

Ethan’s POVI swirl the amber liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink against the sides. The city stretches out before me through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, but I barely notice it. My mind is elsewhere. On her.Leah.My phone sits on the table, dark and silent. No messages. No missed calls. Just emptiness.I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve called her. How many texts I’ve sent. She’s ignoring me. She’s never ignored me like this before.I exhale sharply, pressing my thumb and forefinger against my temples. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Leah was supposed to be mine. She was supposed to be by my side, smiling, trusting, believing every word I told her.Everything had been perfect—until it wasn’t.I played my part flawlessly. I gave her everything she wanted, everything she needed. I was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect choice. Steady. Reliable. The man she could count on.And she was mine. Until Dwight came back.I grip my glass tighter at the thought

Leah’s POV The soft hum of Athens at night filters through my hotel window, the distant chatter of locals blending with the rhythm of a city that never quite sleeps. Even though exhaustion tugs at my limbs, my mind refuses to quiet.I thought putting an ocean between me and my past would help. That the distance would dull the thoughts, ease the ache. But it turns out, no amount of miles can quench the affection still lingering in my chest.Dwight is still there. In every corner of my mind.I groan, pressing my fingers against my temples as I sit on the edge of my bed. This wasn’t the plan. I didn’t fly to Greece to mope. I came to breathe. To reclaim a part of myself that I had lost somewhere between heartbreak and pretending to be okay.I glance at my phone, searching for something—anything—to pull me out of my own head. And then I see it.Cine Thisio.An open-air cinema, nestled in the heart of Athens. The kind of place that feels like stepping back in time, where the air is filled

Dwight’s POV"You didn’t have to come," she says. But that's not a plea to leave.She doesn’t tell me to leave.She doesn’t move.For a long moment, we just stand there, locked in some unspoken war. Her pulse beats fast under my fingers, but she doesn’t yank her wrist away. And I don’t let go.Not yet.Leah is the first to break the silence. “I don’t want anyone blowing hot and cold on me, Dwight.” Her voice is quiet but firm, laced with a weight that tells me this isn’t just about tonight.I already know what she means.She’s talking about everything—the way I pulled her back in only to push her away again. The easy camaraderie we had whole we auditioned models. The fun at the restaurant we'd gone to eat at, before she'd blurted out her plans and I'd gone cold on her. She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “I’ve seen it, Dwight. It’s easy for you. You compartmentalize, push things aside, and act like we never existed. Like I never mattered.”A muscle ticks in my jaw. That shouldn’t