All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lilian stirred awake with a sigh, her back tense and arm pained. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, and the alarm on the nightstand showed just after eight. She ran her good hand over her face, the nagging ache in her wrapped shoulder acting as an unwelcome reminder of what happened the day before. She has to prepare breakfast. William would awaken shortly, and she couldn't allow him to be hungry.After completing her morning routine, she descended the stairs. She lingered by the kitchen door for a moment, biting her lip as she thought about how to handle breakfast with just one functional arm. Resolved not to allow her injuries to hinder her, she set out to gather the ingredients for scrambled eggs and potatoes. Every movement was careful, as her restricted mobility made even the easiest task challenging.While she worked, recollections of the funeral surged back like a tidal wave: her uncle's lifeless form, the chaos, the gunfire, and ultimately the piercing pain. Everythin

"Why are you even here, Chris?" Lilian's voice was sharp, slicing through the tense silence of her kitchen. She gripped the edge of the counter with her good hand, her injured arm cradled protectively in its sling. Her eyes were hard, her tone as cold as winter steel.Chris stood stiffly near the doorway, his gaze bouncing between the bottle of pills on the counter and Lilian’s guarded expression. "I came to check on you," he said, his voice low but strained.She snorted bitterly, shaking her head. "Check on me? Or check on the man who just left my house?"His jaw tightened, but he kept his composure. "Who was he, Lilian?"Her sharp laugh filled the room, humorless and cutting. "You’re unbelievable. You don’t get to ask me that. You lost that right when we signed those papers.""I just want to know if he spent the night." Chris didn’t mean for his voice to come out so harsh, but the thought of another man in her home—a home he'd never set foot in before now—rattled him more than he ca

Chris stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his gaze sharp and unwavering. His towering height created a shadow over Lilian, making her sense that the barriers separating them had diminished. The tension between them was intense, resembling a quiet storm ready to break. She wouldn't relent, even as his voice dropped to a deep growl."I'm not going anywhere," he replied, his tone as icy as iron. "Now revoke that order right away and put your items in my car."His haughty manner incited a surge of anger within her veins. She squared her shoulders and would not be intimidated. "You prideful son of a gun," she shouted, her voice trembling with fury. "Who the hell do you believe you are?" I'm not some puppy you can command to sit and stay."Chris's eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. "Lilian," he warned, his voice laced with an edge that could slice through glass.Before the argument could escalate further, a small voice interrupted. "Are you two fighting?"Lilian turned sharply, fin

The week after William and the others left passed in a haze for Lilian. Her world felt unmoored, like a ship adrift without an anchor. Since her injury and the funeral, William had been her constant—her light in a life filled with shadows. Now, without his chatter and bright spirit, her home was a cavern of silence. She hadn't heard from Chris since the airport, and though her heart still ached for him, she knew that life with a man who didn’t love her was no life at all.The streets were unusually quiet as she walked, her thoughts heavy, her chest tight. Every step felt laden with the weight of decisions and regrets. Suddenly, her shoulder brushed against someone, jarring her out of her spiraling thoughts. Papers scattered at their feet."I’m so sorry," Lilian said, her voice rushed and breathless. She knelt to retrieve the fallen files. "I wasn’t paying attention.""It’s okay. I wasn’t either," a deep, familiar voice replied.Her gaze snapped upward, meeting Jack’s steady eyes. He s

Lilian collapsed onto the couch, wedging her phone between her shoulder and ear while scrubbing at a deep stain on the coffee table. Her brother's cheerful voice echoed through the phone, making her laugh in spite of the discomfort in her shoulder.“It’s awesome!” William yelled. “We’re about to try the slides! They shoot straight into the ocean!”“See? I told you it would be fun,” Lilian said, setting the sponge aside and leaning back. His happiness warmed her, a stark contrast to the loneliness she felt in her quiet apartment.“What about you, Lil? How’s your weekend?”She hesitated. How could she admit the truth? That her weekend felt hollow, a monotonous cycle of cleaning and solitude? "Just tidying up a bit," she murmured, wishing he wouldn't notice the emptiness in her tone.William sighed audibly. “Lil, you need to get out and enjoy yourself. You’ve been cooped up too long.”Her lips pressed into a thin line, guilt bubbling beneath her stoic expression. "I will," she lied, thou