All Chapters of Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The room was too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, just staring at the wall. The tray with the sandwich Ashton brought me earlier still sat untouched. I hadn't even peeled back the wrapper. My stomach was tight. Twisted.The silence in this mansion was so loud, it felt like it was yelling at me. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and reached under the pillow.My phone.I hadn’t turned it on since Ashton snatched it earlier and powered it off. But now, it was back in my hands. He didn’t lock it. He didn’t even search through it.He wanted me to think.Well, I was thinking.Thinking too much.I powered it back on and waited for it to light up. A few missed messages blinked across the screen. None from Jack.Thank God.But that didn’t mean anything. He was smart. He didn’t always send threats. Sometimes, it was just the silence that scared me more.I hesitated, fingers hovering.Then I opened my contacts.Scrolled down.Mrs. Fletcher.I stared at the name for a long time.Ashton’

I turned my head to see Rose. She was standing there in a pale yellow dress that looked too polished for a school event. Her heels clicked even as she stood still. Makeup perfect. Smile sharp."You think it’s only your kids that deserve gifts?" She asked again, tilting her head slightly like it was a joke.I stared at her for a second.Then I smiled."Hey, Rose," I greeted her, calmly. "Hope you're having a nice time."She paused, maybe surprised I didn’t snap, but then she quickly recovered. "Oh, of course. It’s such a beautiful event. The decorations. The music. The awards. I just love how they put effort into the little things."I nodded slowly. "Yeah, they really did."She glanced at the stage, then looked back at me. "I mean, look at Henry. Isn’t he just perfect up there? He’s the best in his class, you know. The teachers say he’s reading at a second grade level already.""That’s great," I nodded, still smiling. "You must be proud.""I am. Beyond proud. Honestly, I’ve always kn

I had just finished with the exit forms and documentation. All the signing, the thank-you speeches, and the staff handshakes. It was official—my triplets had graduated preschool.Kate had gotten glitter all over her certificate folder, Blake had drawn a superhero on his with a crayon he smuggled into his pocket, and Jake had spilled juice on his. A mess—but a beautiful one nonetheless. I was proud. If there was any word other than proud to be used, then that was me in a sentence. We were just about to head out. I had their little backpacks slung over one arm, a bouquet of flowers from the PTA tucked under my other arm, and my car keys in hand."Okay, come on, my little champions," I said, holding the door open.They followed me, all buzzing with energy, their medals jingling like bells as they bounced with each step. Jake was singing something about ice cream. Kate was talking about her dress. Blake was walking like he was on a fashion runway.And then I saw him.Ashton.I stopped w

The past few days were a blur.Not fast, not even busy.Just blurry. Like I was walking through everything with smoke in my head. Like my mind was split down the middle, and no matter how hard I tried to focus, I kept falling back into the same place.Helen.That moment outside the school. Her face.The way she looked at me like I was some kind of stranger. Like I was just another man walking through her life, and not the father of her children. Not the man she once gave everything to.I kept playing it over in my head.Kate running into my arms.Helen staring at us like it was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.I thought maybe things had changed. I thought maybe time had softened her. That after everything—after all the space and silence—we were finally in a place where we could at least talk. Or at least breathe the same air without resentment bleeding through every word.But I was wrong.So damn wrong.At home, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t eat. I’d stare at my coffee for twe

The day was finally over.I walked off set with a soft ache in my feet and a deep, buzzing relief in my chest. The kind of tiredness that felt good. The kind that came from doing something you loved. Scenes were wrapped, lights were shutting down, the crew was clapping each other on the back, and for once in quite a long time….. I didn’t feel drained.I felt... good.I had barely packed up my bag when I saw Jace walking out too, just ahead of me. He glanced back and smiled when our eyes met."Are you heading out?" he asked."Yep. You?""Same. Long day."We fell into step beside each other without thinking. It was easy. Natural. Like we’d known each other longer than a few hours.The parking lot was quiet, washed in golden evening light. The sky was dipped in that soft orange haze that made everything look like a movie scene. And somehow... our energy just flowed.We talked, and just kept talking.At first, it was little things. Favorite movies. Food. Set life. But then it started to