All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: The Ex-Wife Return with a Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Camilla Varela’s Point of ViewEver since we arrived in the Philippines, Tamara had been constantly asking about her father. It seemed like being in a different place had triggered her curiosity even more. As soon as we landed, Cassandra was the one who picked us up, while Zachary checked into a nearby hotel. We had agreed to meet up the next day since we had an important business meeting scheduled. I wasn’t exactly sure who we were going to meet, but according to Zach, the potential investors were somehow connected to their father.Honestly, I didn’t understand why I was the one expected to handle the meeting. Either Zach or Clint could have easily taken care of it. They were both more than capable of managing business matters without my involvement."Mama, you still haven’t answered me," Tamara pouted, her big round eyes fixed on me, waiting expectantly for my response. She had been asking me about her father, and I had done my best to avoid answering. Feeling cornered, I turned my

Camilla Varela's POV"What do you need from me this time, Lucas?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation. He had insisted on meeting me, claiming he was finally ready to sign the contract. But this bastard is just messing around.Lucas leaned back in his chair, smirking with an air of confidence that only fueled my annoyance. "Relax, Camilla, my dear ex-wife. I’m just getting started." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Lucas, can you stop with your mind games? I have no interest in whatever nonsense you’re up to this time!" His smirk only deepened. "Who said I was playing games, Camilla?" He casually placed his hand on his chin, as if deep in thought, before flashing me another infuriating grin. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question instead?" I let out a frustrated sigh, my patience wearing thin. "Do I look like I’m playing with you?" I shot back. Lucas merely shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, Camilla—why did you leave?" I scoffed at his au

Lucas De Luca's Point of View I could feel my jaw tightening as I overheard Camilla speaking with someone on the phone. Her voice sounded unusually sweet and affectionate—way too affectionate for my liking. She kept using pet names like "sweetheart" and "baby," her tone filled with warmth and happiness. It hit a nerve I didn’t know I had. Damn it. Annoyance surged through me so strongly that I didn’t even bother acknowledging her presence. Instead, I walked straight past her without a word and headed into the elevator. I caught a glimpse of her face—she looked visibly startled by my sudden reaction. That made me pause for a second. Why did she look so pale the moment she saw me? What was she so shocked about? Was it because I might’ve heard what she said? Tsk. Suspicious. She nervously asked, "H-have you been there long? D-did you hear all of that?" Her voice was shaky, uncertain. I raised an eyebrow at her, partly confused and mostly irritated. Why would she even ask that?

Camilla Varela's Point of View "What are you doing here in my son's building?" I looked up, startled, at the woman who had just stepped into the elevator I'd only recently entered. My breath caught when I recognized her—it was Lucas's mother, my ex-mother-in-law. Her eyes were sharp, filled with obvious hostility as she glared at me. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine we’d run into each other like this. Ever since I told her I was leaving her son, we hadn’t crossed paths. We parted ways with anger and silence, and I honestly thought I’d never see her again. Of course, fate just loves playing games. Perfect timing, really. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my disbelief. She must’ve noticed, because she immediately snapped at me again. "Why are you shaking your head like that, you piece of trash?" she spat. "Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" Even after all this time, she still sees me as nothing more than garbage. Some things never change. S

Camilla Varela’s Point of View “Aunt was right—you really do work here.” I froze mid-step when I spotted Monique lounging on the couch in the building’s lobby. Her expression was sharp, her eyebrow arched as she looked me over with thinly veiled disdain. She rose from her seat and approached me, each step radiating confrontation. “So, are you planning to seduce my boyfriend now?” she asked, her voice laced with accusation. I let out an exasperated sigh at the audacity of her question. Was she seriously accusing me of that? She was the one known for this kind of behavior. “Really, Monique? You’re going to say that to me?” I shot back. “Between the two of us, aren’t you the one with a track record of stealing someone else’s man?” Her eyes narrowed, her stare turning even more hostile, but I didn’t flinch. I simply smiled, calmly meeting her gaze. “You’re the one who stole my husband,” I reminded her. “Well, he’s mine now!” she snapped proudly. “Then keep him. I have