Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lilian blinked awake, feeling the cold press of a hospital bandage around her head and a dull throb from where she’d struck her head at the bottom of the stairs. Her vision was still fuzzy, and a sinking dread rose within her as she realized she wasn’t at home—she was confined to a hospital bed again. A flash of déjà vu hit her; it was almost identical to another time, another wound, another betrayal.The room swam into focus. Chris was standing in the corner, leaning close to someone with a soft smile—a figure all too familiar. Rita. The woman’s laughter tinkled in the air, and she leaned into Chris’s embrace, whispering something he responded to with a quiet chuckle. Lilian felt an icy surge of anger watching her husband laugh with his lover right by her bedside. Without so much as a glance in her direction, Chris murmured something to Rita. “Once she wakes up, we’ll leave. I just want to make sure she’s stable.” His words dripped with fake concern, but she recognized the thin veil

The crisp morning air was charged with purpose as Lilian strode through the glass doors of Drake Group. Her heartbeat was steady, each beat a quiet defiance against the past and a promise to herself: she was reclaiming everything she had lost, no matter who tried to stand in her way. Today, her first day back in her own company, marked the beginning of a journey to restore her grandfather’s legacy—and to honor the second chance life had given her.But her return wasn’t without a reminder of her unfinished business with Chris. After catching him in his office with Rita, she hadn’t waited long before sending him the incriminating photos she'd taken, along with a clear message: he was to meet her at City Hall tomorrow to finalize their divorce, or those images would see the light of day. True to his nature, he’d been calling incessantly since, but she’d ignored every call. She had no desire to hear his excuses or his pleas. He was about to learn that she was no longer the woman who bent

Lilian's heels clicked on the pavement as she stepped out of her car and walked towards the large mansion. She walked cautiously, feeling her heartbeat. It was done. Finally. The divorce decree sat in her handbag, heavy with the weight of everything it symbolized. Two days ago, she and Chris had stood before the City Hall clerk, signing away their union. Chris, as expected, had arrived late, a reflection of the same reluctance he’d carried through their marriage. The mansion loomed before her—a place that once held her dreams but now felt foreign, its walls echoing memories she’d rather forget. She wasn’t here for nostalgia. She was here to deliver a copy of the decree to him and to gather the last of her belongings.Inside, the house was eerily quiet except for the faint murmur of voices. She followed the sound, her steps hesitant. The voices grew clearer as she neared the kitchen, but their words froze her in place.“I still don’t understand why you agreed to this,” came the gruff

The hospital waiting room was heavy with grief. Lilian sat on the cold, unyielding chair, her breaths shallow and deliberate. Aunt Diana’s sobs echoed, a painful rhythm of loss and heartbreak that filled the sterile space. Lilian's heart ached for her, though a quiet bitterness brewed beneath. Losing someone you loved so suddenly was cruel, but Lilian wondered if Diana had ever paused to consider how much she had hurt others—how much she had hurt her. George’s death felt surreal. A part of Lilian had believed he’d recover, that this wouldn’t be how it ended. But now, staring at the grim reality, she didn’t know how to process it. Despite the hostility he harbored toward her, he had been a father figure after her own passed away. There was love there—muted, complicated, but love nonetheless.Chris sat beside her, his expression unusually soft. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low like he wasn’t sure if he should break the silence. Lilian hesitated, unsure what to make of his concern.

Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun hung high in a brilliant sky, casting a golden sheen over the city as Lilian drove through familiar streets. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her thoughts as heavy as the task ahead. When the car pulled into the chapel parking lot, she surveyed the scene. The crowd was immense. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects to Uncle George. Inside, the chapel was packed, each pew filled with somber faces.Lilian scanned the room and felt a flicker of relief. Everything was in place. She had ensured it. No one else had stepped up during the burial preparations; the responsibility had fallen solely on her shoulders. It was a task she accepted without complaint. Uncle George had his flaws but he did his best for her when no one else would. This was her way of honoring him, of repaying an unspoken debt.The crowd murmured as the service prepared to start. Most attendees were seated, but Lilian hesitated, opting for a pew far from