All Chapters of Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

It had barely been an hour since the chocolate box.The house was finally settling again. The kids were off in their rooms—Kate was drawing on the walls with washable markers (I chose peace over punishment today), Jake was napping with one sock halfway off, and Blake was somewhere lost in a world of Legos.I was still trying to center myself when—Knock. Knock. Knock.My heart jumped again for half a second. Then I let out a sigh. Another gift?Another note?No, Helen. Relax.I walked over to the door, pulled it open—And paused.It wasn’t another surprise delivery.It was Rita.My best friend.My betrayer.The woman who handed my kids over to Ashton without even thinking to ask me first.She stood there, looking like she had just stepped out of a lifestyle vlog—oversized sunglasses on her head, box braids wrapped in a bun, denim jacket over a fitted black jumpsuit, and heels that screamed “I came to start something.”I stared.Then hissed—long and dramatic—and turned right around.

I needed air.No, scratch that—I needed a whole damn reset. My head was spinning, my chest tight, and if I stared at one more spreadsheet, I was going to lose it completely.I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, trying to breathe. Helen’s smile—that smile—was still in my head, replaying on a loop. And that man standing next to her? I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted to erase his face from existence."Nah," I muttered under my breath. "I need out."I stood up, pushed my chair back, and marched toward the office door. Dan’s desk was just a few steps down the hall. I found him leaning over his monitor, typing like he was finally trying to finish that damn presentation I’d asked for days ago."Dan," I called out to him. He looked up, raising a brow. "Yeah?""We’re going to the club."He paused, eyes widening. "Wait, what?""The club," I said again, grabbing my phone and tossing it into my coat pocket. "I need to clear my head."Dan leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Oh, now

The phone buzzed on my nightstand. I grabbed it right away. I already knew who it was.Jace.“Hey beautiful,” he said, voice smooth as always.“Hey,” I replied with a quiet laugh. “You’re calling earlier than I expected.”“Couldn’t help it. Are you ready?”I sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Almost. I just need to throw on my heels.”He chuckled, low and warm. “I’m sure you already look amazing.”“Oh please,” I said, laughing. “You haven’t even seen me.”“Don’t need to. I can already tell.”I rolled my eyes, even though I was smiling. “You’re laying it on thick tonight.”“Haven’t taken someone like you out in a long time. Let me have it.”“You’re lucky I even agreed to go. I don’t even remember the last time I was in a club.”“And yet here you are. About to be the best-looking woman in the room.”“Jace!” I groaned, blushing. “You’re gonna make me drop this phone.”He laughed. “I like catching you off guard.”These past few weeks with Jace had felt unreal. Like someone flipped a

Now we get to this place… and it’s calm. Very peaceful. The building’s tall, really tall. All glass. The entrance is spotless, sleek. Security in black suits stand near the doors like they’re guarding treasure.As the car slows down, a guy in uniform steps up and opens my door like I’m royalty. I step out, taking it all in.“Where are we?” I ask, staring up.Jace just smiles. “Wait and see.”We walk in. The lobby’s glowing. Marble floors. A chandelier the size of a car hanging from above. The air smells like fresh-cut flowers and money. Smooth jazz plays low in the background.“This is... fancy,” I whisper.He taps the elevator button. “Only the best. For the best, of course.”“I thought we were getting food.”He laughs. “We are.”The elevator doors open, and we step inside. He presses the button for the top floor.“Penthouse?” I ask, raising a brow.“Maybe.”I roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. The ride up is smooth. When the doors open, there’s just one hallway. Then one door.He pull

I pulled away from him slowly, heart racing, breath uneven, guilt gnawing at my insides like I’d just committed a crime. Because maybe I had. Not legally. But emotionally.Jace leaned back just a little, his eyes scanning mine with worry. He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t angry. He just looked... confused. And a little hurt.“Hey,” he said softly, brushing a thumb across the back of my hand. “Are you okay?”I nodded quickly, then added, “Yeah. I’m okay.”He tilted his head. “Are you sure?”“I just… I'm fine… I promise”His features relaxed a little, but the concern was still there. “Alright then,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push anything. That was on me.”I quickly shook my head. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I kissed you back. I just—I got in my head.”He nodded, squeezing my hand lightly. “I get it. Seriously. I shouldn’t have gone there without checking first. I was caught in the moment.”“It was a nice moment,” I admitted, giving him a small smile.He chuckled