All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

ZeldaThe Grand Theater was alive with energy, the air thick with anticipation and the hum of excited whispers. The fashion modelling show had been the talk of the city for weeks, promoted relentlessly online, and tickets were like gold dust.I, stood backstage, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate fabric of my costume. The guilt I felt was a heavy weight, pressing down on me, but I couldn’t let it show. Not today. Not after everything Jim had done for me.Yesterday, in Jim’s office, he had promised to keep my secret, to shield me from the judgment and scrutiny that could have derailed everything. His words echoed in my mind:“Doing well in the first show and making a good start for the fashion modelling show is the best way to express your gratitude.”He was right. I owed him this. I owed it to everyone who had supported me, who had tolerated my struggles, and to myself—for every drop of sweat I had shed over the past four years. Today

ZeldaAfter that day, the man who used to come home every night became distant, buried in his work. Days passed without a word from him. I told myself it was for the best—I was busy too, consumed by the fashion modelling show’s performances. But late at night, lying alone in the vast emptiness of our bed, my thoughts would inevitably drift to him.I wondered if James was tired—tired of us, tired of the constant push and pull. And then my mind would wander to Bai Luoxing, her relentless enthusiasm, and the way the Bai family and Hellen Ferguson seemed to support her so openly. Had they made progress? Were they moving on without me?Even if I didn’t seek it out, news of Bai Luoxing’s high-profile appearances reached me. The missing eldest daughter of the Bai family had been found, and she was everywhere, basking in the spotlight. Her parents were overjoyed, and the world seemed to celebrate her return.Meanwhile, I poured myself into my work. When the second round of performances in the

JamesThe red dress Bai Luoxing wore was striking, but as I looked at her, my mind wandered. The vibrant colour reminded me of Zelda—Zelda as a child, always dressed in red by Old Mrs. Ferguson. She had looked so radiant in those clothes, her little face glowing with innocence and joy.I hadn’t seen her wear red in years, not since she was a girl. The thought crossed my mind: she would look stunning in it now. Maybe I should have a dress made for her, something bold and beautiful, just for me.My gaze lingered on Bai Luoxing for a moment too long, lost in my thoughts. She must have mistaken my attention for something else because her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes shyly.“James?” she said softly, pulling me back to the present. “Let’s go up.”She turned and hurried up the stairs, her skirt lifted delicately in her hands. I watched her for a moment, a faint sense of unease settling over me. There was something about her demeanour that felt… off. But I couldn’t quite put my fi

JamesI let go of Jim abruptly, my attention snapping to the letter Leiy held out. The envelope bore my name, and the handwriting was unmistakably Zelda’s. My chest tightened as I took it, my fingers trembling slightly despite my best efforts to steady them.Leiy’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. “It’s addressed to you. It must have been sent when Madam was still there.”I barely registered his words as I tore open the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper, thin and fragile, with just a few lines of text. My eyes scanned the words slowly, each one cutting deeper than the last. By the time I finished reading, my vision was blurred, my chest heaving with a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief.I crumpled the letter in my fist, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Without a word, I turned and strode out of the room, my mind racing. Jim’s voice followed me, calm and unhurried, as if he hadn’t just been at the receiving end of my fury.“Take care, Mr. Ferguson.”I stopped

JamesThe words hit me like a sledgehammer, each one carving deeper into the fragile shell I’d built around myself. Jian’s voice was sharp, unrelenting, and every accusation she hurled at me felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I wanted to know—no, I *needed* to know—how much I had missed, how much I had destroyed without even realizing it. It was a masochistic urge, a desperate need to understand how I had failed her so completely.I stood there, my hand clenched around the broken porcelain, the shards digging into my palm. The pain was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Jian’s words echoed in my mind, each one a revelation I wasn’t prepared for."Are your material compensations what Zelda wants? Zelda’s scholarship and prize money from her fashion modelling were enough for her to live on! She could have left the Ferguson family a long time ago. She’s talented, James. She is a model, a fashion designer and a choreographer, she has millions of fans. Do you know why she