Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

ARIAThe air smelled different at Caspian’s house.Maybe it was because I got used to the cold, clean, sterile air of the hospital, but it felt like the world had been changed while I was gone. It felt like everyone was waiting for me to make the wrong move. I had nothing to say still, I couldn't believe I'd lived three years believing one thing only to…Stepping out of the car carefully, I held the car door to hold myself steady, the other hand holding the hospital bag they had insisted I take.I still had a white wristband I hadn't managed to tear off yet. The house door opened before I reached it."Mom!"Nylah and Lark ran towards me almost like they would knock me down. Lark reached me first, throwing his arms around my waist, his head buried into my stomach. Nylah was there a second later, wrapping her arms around my legs with a soft cry. I held them, dropping to my knees, my hands shaking as I wrapped it around their backs. I inhaled them in, my relief filling my eyes with

CASPIAN “Talia.” I could see how I must have reacted on Aria’s face. Her eyes narrowed. Her lips became flat, and she glared at me. “That can't be right. Talia doesn't have the stomach to do a thing like that.” I would have thought so too, just until I saw the video Reed had shared with me. “She does. We're not sure who killed the cat, but she's the one who laid it out like on Reed’s porch.” There were only so many ways to be angry. I had thought I had exhausted my reserves, but just repeating the words to Aria, had the anger rushing back. What sort of human being had the stomach to perform such a horrendous act? Aria’s fingers cupped her stomach and she gulped, then bent and retched. “That's not possible. That can't be possible.” Turning away, she ran into the bathroom and puked out the content of her stomach. Brushing my fingers across her forehead, I held back her hair. When she was done, I cleaned her up, and took her to the bed. But she wouldn't lie still. He

ARIAIt took less than a few minutes to leave Talia’s house and get into the car. Caspian’s driving was reckless, which was very unlike him. And I did nothing to stop him. No, I clutched the seat belt and snapped it around my body, then readied myself for the anger that would spew out of me when we got to Ivan. That bastard had done more than his own fair share of evil deeds against me. My fingers were almost shaking with anticipation. That was until Caspian pulled into an empty parking lot, parked the car and asked me to stay inside the car. “I won't be doing that.” Opening the car door, I stepped out of the car before he could stop me. “Aria, get back here.” I heard his voice behind me, but I was already heading toward the large metal door of the building in front of us. “That's exactly what I won't be doing. I've looked forward to getting this man, you won't be keeping me in the car while I miss the action.” “That's exactly why you need to stay in the car. We're not sure if

ARIA I should have slapped him. I could imagine what Rowan’s reaction would be if I walked up to him, pulled my arm back, and slapped that smirk off his stupid face. I didn't. Instead, I smiled. It was a wide, teeth-baring smile, the kind that instinctively made people check if you were holding knife behind your back. “I see you’re still compensating with bad jokes Rowan,” I said as I walked deeper into the room. “and here I thought this was a board meeting, not amateur hour.” Rowan’s smirk was a rotten stain on his face, and it dimmed slightly. I could feel my palms starting to sweat as I turned to look at the other people across the polished table. There were six people. Five men and a woman in a cream suit with sapphires in the lapel. All of them were silent and watching. Behind me, Caspian’s fingers brushed my spine, trailing to my lower back. I felt his touch like ice rolling along my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek like a promise. “I'm l

ARIA The boardroom felt colder after Rowan stormed out, like he’d sucked all the hot air out with his exit. The silence he left behind wasn’t the good kind. It wasn’t peaceful. It was the type that made your skin itch, like everyone was holding their breath, and praying I'd vanish into thin air. I didn’t. I could feel it like a living, breathing thing, especially because none of the other board members would meet my eyes. I adjusted my jacket again, more out of habit than anything else, and let the moment stretch a second longer. "So," I said, breaking the silence when none of them rushed to do so. "Do we need to call him a babysitter, or is this normal behavior?" Patricia DuBois looked back at the door, then back at me. She sighed and ran a hand through her perfect book. “He has his moments.” “That was a moment?” I lifted a brow. “I’d hate to see his breakdowns.” There was a stifled chuckle from the big man at the end of the table. I shot him a look, but his face w