All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: It's Great to See You Again, Daddy!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KATHERINE'S POVThe weight of the text sat heavy in my chest as I hurriedly got ready. My mind was a storm of thoughts, questions, and, worst of all—doubts. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t let fear dictate my life, but knowing that someone was watching me so closely, monitoring my every move, made it impossible to ignore the danger lurking around me.Franklin’s excited chatter filled the car as we drove toward the soccer field, yet I barely heard a word of it. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few minutes. Was someone following us? Was the blackmailer watching right now? The paranoia gnawed at me, but I refused to let it consume me. I had to be strong, for Franklin’s sake.As we pulled into the parking lot, I glanced around. The field was already filled with parents and children, coaches blowing their whistles as the kids ran around. It should have been a normal day, but my heart wouldn’t settle.“Alright, buddy, let’s go,” I sai

KATHERINE’S POVThe moment we pulled away from the soccer field, my fingers tightened around Franklin’s small hands. He was quiet, unusually so, his body stiff as he stared out the car window. I could still hear the echoes of that gunshot in my head, the way parents screamed, the terrified cries of children. My heart clenched as I turned my gaze forward, focusing on the road, but my mind was miles away. Alex was driving, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He hadn't spoken much since we left, but I could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on the air between us. Henry sat in the passenger seat, making calls, relaying messages, working on figuring out who the hell was behind this.I knew what Alex wanted. He wanted answers. He wanted me to admit that I was in over my head. That I needed help. But I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready to admit that I had lost control of the situation.“Mom?”Franklin’s small voice broke through the thick silence. I looked at him quic

KATHERINE'S POVThere’s a moment right after betrayal is spoken aloud when the world goes silent, like it’s holding its breath to see what you’ll do. That’s what it felt like as I stood there in that godforsaken house, in front of the man I once called my father, with my stepsister’s voice echoing in my ears. Disowned. Shame. Adultery. Heartache.Words I thought I would never have to hear again. Words that trigger me so badly.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.I never expected to be back here, heck , I never wanted to. I felt Alexander shift beside me. His confusion was palpable, like heat radiating off his skin. But I didn’t turn to look at him. I couldn't bear to see his eyes. Not now. Not after everything.Though a part of me wondered if he was genuinely confused about the disowned part or if he was just putting on a show.After that shoot out? It was hard for me to trust anyone, especially in the lions den.“I see you still like to run your mouth, Clara, tell me , how does it feel to

Chapter 67 — Why Haven’t You Walked Away Again?KATHERINE'S POVBeing in the same building with Alex wasn't what I planned at all, not even in the slightest. I never thought it would happen in years to come.But as I slightly pinched myself to know if it was a dream or not, I realized that it was real.Alex was two doors away from me!Even as I tried so hard not to think about it, I still couldn't help myself.I was just too out of it.Sleep never came easy anymore, well the reason was without question.How could I sleep when my life and that of my son was in danger? How could I sleep when someone as unstable as Victor was after my life and for what?I still couldn't bring myself to think about the reason why he would do something like that, especially since he never once had any bad encounter with me.But then again, the man who blackmailed me, and the one who shot the gun at the school were two different people.It could be that he was sent by someone else to threaten me.I tried to

ALEXANDER’S POVThe room was quiet now. The tea between us had gone cold, but neither of us moved to touch it. The air still carried her scent—lavender and something uniquely her, and it stirred something inside me I thought I’d buried.She didn’t look away from me. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to hide.And that… that meant more than I could say.I saw the flicker of resolve in her eyes. She was tired. Haunted. But she was still standing. Still fighting. Katherine was always like that, fierce, even when the world did its damnedest to break her.And for the first time in a long while, I realized how small my own pain was compared to hers.She had carried the weight of everything, alone, for so long.And I let her, I stupidly misunderstood her.I leaned back slightly, letting my gaze fall on the mug in front of me. The porcelain was chipped along the rim. A small detail, but somehow fitting. We were both chipped in our own ways, rough around the edges, but still holding together.“I should