All Chapters of Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The sun had set by the time I reached Green Lake Park, with long shadows stretching out over the trees and walkways. The park was quiet, and it was chilly. I stopped my car and scanned my surroundings, my heart pounding rapidly.I looked at my phone. It read 7:55 PM. I was a whole five minutes early. I stood alongside the water with my arms folded so I could keep myself warm. I could hear leaves crunching and see shadows, and I became afraid. What was I doing here? It might be a trick. I wasn't even certain that it was her.Someone came from the shadows and approached me. My heart was pounding. As he moved nearer, I realized that it wasn't Rose. It was a man with a dark coat and jeans, and he had a hood covering his face."Helen?" he said in a gentle, careful manner.I moved away involuntarily. "Who is this?"He backed off, his hands raised in a gesture of peaceful intent. "I was just trying to offer you something.""Does it?" he said, pulling a small envelope from his pocket. "What's

The nurse who had been attending to me opened the door and entered with a cup of coffee in her hand. Her sweet smile had instantly just made me so happy.“Here you go,” She told me as she handed me the cup. “You seem to need it.”"Thank you so much," I replied, accepting it gratefully. The calm touch in my palms from the mug was comforting. "You've certainly been generous with me. I'm not sure I can repay you."Dan looked up from his tablet and smiled slightly. "Ma’am, you've got fans everywhere."The nurse just blushed and smiled. "It’s just my job," She replied. Then, with a pointed hand at me, she looked toward Dan and said. "And you… you make sure this one doesn’t sneak out again. He’s big trouble."Dan raised one eyebrow and smiled at me. "You're sneaking out, aren't you?" What have you been up to? Helen?"I laughed, putting up my hands in a sign of surrender. "Hey, I'm not trying here.""Anyway," The nurse replied, folding her arms and adopting a fake serious expression, "promis

The headlights illuminated the windows of the car as Dan drove, and the roar of the engine ruptured the silence between us. I leaned back in the front seat with my jacket spread out in neat squares in my lap. My head bobbed up and down insistently as I replayed what had occurred that night."I think we're good liars," I broke the silence, finally speaking. The corners of my mouth curved into a smile.Dan smiled softly, gripping the steering wheel. "That's one way of putting it, I suppose. But we had to remove you. We didn't have a choice.""Yeah, but how you phrased it," I said, chuckling. "'Ashton's company can't do without him. For real. You made me sound like I'm in charge of the whole shebang."Dan sneered, looking at me for a moment. "Well, aren't you? The Ashton Blackwood, company savior, puzzle solver, and, apparently, escape artist extraordinaire."I smiled and shook my head. "Escape artist. That's a new one."Dan smiled and rocked back in his chair. "You know, this isn't the

She inhaled deeply and looked sideways for a second. Then she spoke quietly and said, "I don't want to frighten you. But yes, I may be hiding something from you. It is to keep you safe. You'll soon understand."I shook my head. "No, Rose. That isn't true. I don't believe you. I believe you are trying to deceive me. Or worse, get me hurt."Her eyes were hard and cold as they gazed at me for a moment. “Perhaps I am. Or perhaps I am just protecting you. You're so clever; you think you know everything, but sometimes you are so stubborn you can't see reality.”I folded my fists. “Look? I knew it. You're not doing a project. You're plotting something. And I don't like it.”She smiled once more, a false, pleasant smile she employed when keeping a secret. “Alright, Ash. If you wish to believe I am doing something bad, that is your choice. But I swear, I’m just trying to assist you.”I stared at her with a growing sense of anger and confusion. I didn't know why, but something didn't feel right

I sat at the kitchen table, with papers thrown all over. The envelope Lisa had given me was still on the side, unopened, although I had read it three times. My skull was going to burst, but I could not stop. "I have to discover something here," I murmured to myself, afraid. "There has to be something." The papers were large and consisted of records, notes, and dates that didn't match. I read them again and made attempts to make sense of the scraps. Sometimes, I would stumble upon a page that appeared crucial, but it didn't offer me with the answers I sought. "Why is this impossible?" I groaned, slouching back in my chair. The room was silent but from the rustling of papers and my own frustrated breathing. Rita's statements stuck in my head. ‘Don't quit. You are tougher than this. I could almost imagine her face, harsh and unyielding. She would not allow me to give up, not after all that we had accomplished at this point. But right then, I felt like I was drowning in bewilder