All Chapters of Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The living room was a battlefield. Not with bodies or blood, but with paper and ink.Files were spread across the coffee table in uneven stacks, photos pinned to the wall, printouts scattered like the wreckage of a storm. My storm. My obsession.I stood in the middle of it, arms crossed tightly as if I could hold myself together that way. It was late, far too late, but the silence around me was louder than anything else. I’d stopped hearing the tick of the clock hours ago. All I heard was my own pulse, hammering in my ears, demanding answers.Rose’s face stared back at me from three different photos tacked to the wall. Perfect smile, polished hair, expensive dresses. Always looking like she belonged in the light, while I’d been shoved into the shadows.But I knew better now. Her light was borrowed. Bought.I traced the string connecting her photo to Ashton’s. That line had tormented me for years. Every time I looked at it, it screamed: He chose her. He betrayed you. He ruined you

The house was too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but pressure. The kids had been dropped off at Rita’s for the afternoon, and I should have used the empty hours to focus on the files sprawled across my dining table. The ones with Rose’s name scrawled and underlined in red, the clippings, the receipts, the little scraps of “proof” I’d been collecting like a detective losing her mind.But I hadn’t been reading. I’d just been staring.My eyes kept returning to a single word written on the corner of one page: Jack. The name felt like it burned even from ink. It had taken me weeks to even write it down, to admit what my gut already knew. And now that it was there, I couldn’t look away.The knock at the door startled me so hard that my pen rolled off the table and hit the floor.I froze, breath caught in my throat. For a half-second I thought it was him. But when I looked through the frosted glass, the silhouette was broader, the posture less predatory. Familiar.Riley.I

It started with a call that felt quite heavy in my heart in the morning. I had just prepared the children to go to school. Their lunchboxes were packed and their shoelaces were securely tied. The phone rang next. It was a call from the principal of the children's school, and it made me anxious. School calls never seemed to bring good news."Mrs. Riggs," said the principal softly but firmly. "Can you come in today, please? It involves your triplets….. Jake, Kate, and Blake."I observed my face turn pale. "Is everything all right?""They're fine," he replied hastily. "But, there was. another issue. It would be better if we spoke in person. Please, as soon as possible."Another day.Those words remained in my head, hurtful and difficult to forget, as I put on my coat and picked up my keys. The triplets had explained that Henry had been bullying them earlier — telling cruel things about how his father had more money and how they lacked a father. Every time, I attempted to reassure the

I wasn’t prepared for the sight that met me when I walked into Ashton’s office the next morning.The space was polished, professional, all glass and steel, as usual. A place where serious decisions about money and power were made. But what hit me first wasn’t the glint of sunlight on the windows, or Ashton behind his desk. It was the sound of laughter — shrill, joyful, unmistakably childish.Specifically my children’s laughter.Jake, Blake, and Kate.Sitting right there on Ashton’s plush leather chairs, as though they belonged.And beside them was Rita. Smiling brightly, like this, was the most natural thing in the world.“Ashton, look!” Kate exclaimed, holding up a drawing, crayons scattered across the polished coffee table. “It’s us. Our family!”She scampered across the office, her small sneakers squeaking on the marble, and thrust the paper into Ashton’s hands.I froze at the door, my pulse hammering.Rita. My children. Ashton.And none of them even realized how out of place th

The head waiter looked like he knew a secret I didn't. His courteous smile altered slightly when he grasped my arm and guided me into the candlelit exclusive room that was reserved in Riley's name, so Helen would not be suspicious immediately.The triplets were chattering excitedly behind me, speaking too loudly to one another. Jake had his mischievous look in his eye that I know signals trouble is brewing, and Blake kept prodding Kate and asking, "Do you think she's going to cry?"I put my finger on my lip and got in close so they could listen to me. "Shh. Stop jumping up and down, men. Your mother comes in here and finds you jumping, she's gonna think something is terribly wrong. We must make this seem as though, uh, what's the word?""Relax," Kate answered quietly, smiling. "Like we weren't ready for two weeks."I chuckled. “Exactly.”Candles swayed in the gentle light. There were two chairs in the center at the dining table, and a tiny table in a corner for the kids to sit as a gro