All Chapters of Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I reclined back in the chair and rested my fingers across my forehead. The screen in front of me was blurry, not only because my eyes were weary—though they were—but because I had been gazing at the same documents for hours, striving to make sense of the chaos that Rose had made."I don’t know," I said gently, my voice shaking slightly. "It needs to be here, Rita. I know it is here. Why can’t I find it?"Rita looked away from her computer and toyed with a pen. "Perhaps you're trying too hard, Helen. When you really desire something, it's often standing there in front of you. You're complicating things more than you have to."I sighed and leaned forward once more. "I'm not overthinking. I'm just." My voice wandered off as I scanned over additional pieces of paper—numbers, names, and dates. My skull throbbed merely from reading them."Wait," Rita shouted, pushing her chair back. "We've been studying for such a long time. If we keep learning this method, we'll do something really signifi

I was behind the wheel of my automobile, clutching the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles whitened. The air was thick in the automobile, and I was thinking about everything. I had to speak to Helen.I had to get the truth. I couldn't stop thinking about what Dan had said to me over and over again. Helen with someone? No way. Not her. Not now. Not while I was barely keeping my head above water.I reached over to the passenger seat to retrieve my phone and checked my contacts. My finger hovered over Rita's name. If anybody would know where Helen was, it would be her.She and Helen were good friends—close enough that Helen would confide in her about something like this. I took a deep breath and pressed the call button. The ringing tone seemed to take forever."Come on, answer," I softly pleaded, thumping the steering wheel in impatience.I dialed the phone and it rang and then stopped. I dialed again. Nothing. I was so frustrated. Why wasn't she picking up? I slumped back in my chair,

I wasn't sure what to tell Ashton today. Why did he show up here and seek me for assistance again? Did he believe I would forget? Forget that he had hurt me?My thoughts were rushing, and my heart… it was making things difficult. Part of me was wanting to yell at him, to throw him out of my life for good. But the other half? It was causing my chest to ache. I disliked that section.I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I were hugging myself. He stood there staring at me as if I was the only one in the universe. I couldn't handle it."Ashton," I whispered at last, my tone gruffier than I intended, "why are you really here? What's the objective of all of this? Are you merely seeking to confuse me more? Because I don't think that's fair."He was astonished, as if taken aback by my statements. Good. Let him experience some of it."I'm serious, Helen," he replied, taking a slight step nearer, but I held up my hand to block him. "I'm here because I care about you. I—""Don't," I cut in, sh

I held the chilly glass of wine in my hand and sipped it slowly. I was getting more and more impatient. There wasn't much light in the dining room, only the candles on the tables. The chair across from me was empty, though. As I waited, I tapped my nails on the wooden table and drummed my fingers lightly. Finally, he showed up.The masked man sat down quietly. His face was hidden by a slick black mask that only showed his piercing eyes."Why are you late?" I asked firmly but quietly. The restaurant was packed with noise, but our table appeared like a bubble—private and cut off.He relaxed and raised his shoulders like he had all the time in the world. "I had something to do," he said in a calm, even voice.I gazed hard at him, sustaining the tension. "Alright," I replied softly. I made my voice slightly softer, but just a little. "But don't leave me waiting in the future. I hate to squander time."He nodded once, a slight, almost imperceptible move. No apology, no explanation, no sh

I hadn't bought groceries in weeks, so I assumed I'd do that today. The mall was packed with people, and that was alright with me. I proceeded throughout the aisles with my cart, picking up everything I was wanting—fresh veggies, fruits, and a few delights for me. It was fantastic to be out and doing something normal once more.When I turned, I observed a toy shelf. They were active and energetic. I immediately thought of Henry, and knew that he would love them. A blue race vehicle stood out to me, and its sleek shape and glossy surface reminded me of him. I grinned as I took it up, thinking about how thrilled he would be when he saw it. Nothing—absolutely nothing—was better than being Mrs. Ashton Fletcher. I had everything I ever wanted, anytime I wanted it. It was a dream achieved.I put the race vehicle in my supermarket cart and hummed a great tune slowly. But when I neared the second lane, I sensed something was off. It started tiny, a quiet humming in my mind. I couldn't sha