Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The late afternoon sun slanted through Chris’s office window, casting long golden bars across stacks of case files. He was at his desk, riffling through paperwork he couldn’t focus on. The muted bustle of the precinct seeped in around him – footsteps in hallways, the distant ringing of phones – but his mind was elsewhere. His phone lay screen-up on the desk, glowing with a missed call: Lilian. He stared at it, jaw clenched. Her unanswered calls felt like accusations.Chris drilled a finger into his palm, trying to jolt himself back to reality. He replayed her voice in his mind – gentle but anxious, from the last time he’d spoken to her. Now she was silent, and his stomach twisted with frustration and fear. He had meant to reach out again today, but each time his finger hovered over the call button, dread froze him.What if she hung up? What if he deserved this silence? He remembered all the mornings he had woken to unanswered messages or no reply at all. Lilian must have been avoiding

There was a bolt of lightning that lit up the room, followed by thunder that shook the windows. At this point, Kelvin saw a flashlight on the nightstand.He grabbed it quickly, knowing he was in a tight spot. He switched it on and shone the light over to Evelyn in bed. She was white and still, with one eye open wide, fear showing.Perplexed, Kelvin moved nearer. There was some blood oozing from a minor cut above her left breast. It did not appear too bad, but it still worried him.Evelyn tried to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her fists, however, tightened, resisting the mattress. Kelvin's alarm intensified."No way!" he exclaimed, waving at her. She just went limp like that, her head falling back onto the bed.There was a shiver that went through Kelvin as he stood, a distance of ten feet from her. He felt that something was not right. He called out her name gently and placed his hand on her chest, wishing to feel a sign of life. He felt warm, sticky blood on his f

The aroma of the roses overpowered Lilian, who breathed deeply into her chest and felt a bit of sweetness and a rush. She smiled gently with her lips as her eyes twinkled with sensations she could not possibly put into words.Nobody has ever bought flowers for her in her entire life. Certainly not Chris. He believed that she was an anonymous presence, occupying space and dreaming up things he never intended to happen to her.She erased the stain with her blink.Her voice was thinner than he had anticipated, as she spoke barely above a whisper, "Let us just put them in water and then leave.".Slouching forward on her heels, she entered the kitchen carrying the bouquet as if it were holy. It possibly was. Small acts of goodness like these, perhaps, were the things she had always longed for and never got.And then she filled a crystal flower vase with water, stroking the stems softly and allowing the flowers to breathe. ". Upon her return, she also found Jack waiting patiently by the doo

Despite the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant and lively conversations, Lilian was not her usual calm self. With fingers bent to the edge of her napkin, she tried to follow along intently with Jack's bouncy summary of his present case, but couldn't keep up.Jack's eyebrows were raised as he hesitated in the middle of his sentence."Are you okay, Lilian? You seem nervous," he inquired softly"Nervous?" She stuttered.Nodding, his eyes focused on hers. Yes, you're nervous, and your eyes are constantly scanning the area. Aren't you having a good time?"She was overwhelmed by guilt. It was because she did not want to appear ungrateful. Should she say she felt comfortable or would she be lying?Jack's voice remained firm as he reassured her, "I am not going to be angry. I promise."She inhaled deeply and replied, "I am fond of you. I find this place uncomfortable.".He shook his head and asked, "You mean the restaurant?" with puzzlement."Yes. It's rather strange," she answered reassuringl

Kelvin stirred in bed with a jolt, the yell of the alarm clock shattering the thick blanket of sleep. His arms waved to silence it, and once the room was quiet again, shards of memory of the night before crawled their way into his sleep-shrouded mind. The memory hit him like a chill slap, and a shiver dripped down his spine. His heart thumped. What have I done?It was just about six. He threw the blankets off and sat on the edge of the bed, hands to his face, attempting to steady himself. His hands trembled. The fear, a dark presence, gripped his chest.He stood, stumbling into the bathroom, the steps heavy with fear. His face in the mirror surprised him—white, thin, and unrecognizable. Bloodshot eyes ringed with halos of sleep deprivation. The night before had made its mark on him in more than one way.The cold water slapped his face, icing the fear spreading inside his head for an instant. He shaved, the razor gliding over skin as he struggled to soothe his thoughts. What's next? Wh