All Chapters of Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

ARIAI shoved through the reporters, uninterested in answering such dumb questions. It didn't take her smartest person in the room to realize that Zara had called me here for exactly this reason. Those questions about Rowan were never the reason.“Miss Stanton? Are you complicit in this scam?” A reporter screamed right beside me, shoving a camera and a mic in my faceI stopped, turned and faced him coldly. “Are you really just that dumb?” His face went slack for a second, and he looked around as though asking for support from his fellow reporters. The rest of them had crowded around us and we're not making any move to help him. I pressed down on him. “Don't you have better questions to ask?” He stammered. “Miss… Stanton…”I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the reason I uploaded that video online. I didn't do it to be harassed when I was already feeling bad enough about Sofia and my father. I pointed to the reporters who were almost leaning against my car. “Get away!” They scrambled

ARIAI woke to the weight of Caspian’s arms heavy across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against the back of my neck. For a moment, before the rest of the world rushed in, I allowed myself sink into it. It was the silence and the way he always kept me pulled tight against him even in sleep.When I shifted, his hand slid lower, his palm flattening over my hip like he wasn’t ready to let me move.“Stay,” he muttered, his voice still rough from the night.I turned in his arms, close enough to see the dark stubble along his jaw and the faint crease above his brow. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”His eyes opened, gray even through sleep. He studied me the way he always did, like he needed to be sure I was still here. Then his mouth brushed mine, slow at first, until the kiss turned hungry, dragging the air from my chest.We’d been moving nonstop for days. Planning, running, fighting. And now it hit me how long it had been since it was just us. Since I felt him wit

ARIA I stayed away from work for a week. For those seven days, I didn't leave the house. I spent time with my babies. Lark had won a competition for best amateur vehicle at his school, and Nylah had begged for a sleepover with her friends.And within those seven days, we got nine girls out of Berlin. It was seven days of endlessly ongoing calls, and lists that never seemed to end.I was tired half the time, falling asleep on my computer. But at least there was progress. Almost half the girls were out now. Seven of them, safe, breathing free air again. Every time Duke’s voice came through with another update, it eased something in me, even if the happiness didn’t lift all the way to joy.Still, it had been long enough that I knew I couldn’t keep putting my own life on pause. I told myself I’d go into work today, if only to feel like I still had a place outside of these walls, outside of Rowan’s shadow. And afterward, I’d finally see my father. I’d been promising myself that visit

ARIAI could have thrown the phone right out the window if it was possible. Every time I spoke to Camilla, I wanted to scratch the skin on my face right off.I opened my car door, slammed it shut and stared abruptly out of the windshield “When have I ever pretended to be a hero to Zara, Camilla? Even now you want to pretend our daughter was an angel? She was the fucking devil herself!” Camilla’s shocked silence made me realize the things I'd just said. I sat back, tugging my fingers through my hair.“How dare you, Aria? How could you? Your sister just died and that's all the sympathy you have?” Camilla squeaked in my ears. “She burned all her bridges, Camilla. I'm not sure why you would expect sympathy from the person she hated the most. I'm sorry for your loss though, please have a good day.” I ended the call, sat back and screamed into my fist.Yes, I had been foolish. I could feel the guilt warring with the need to bash my head against the steering wheel. I knew damned well it

ARIAI stood in the doorway of my office at Zane Corporation, staring at the half-packed boxes on my desk like they were funeral arrangements.That’s what it felt like, boxing up my office because I was done with this place. My five years with Bennett wasn't done yet, but there was no way in hell I was sticking around here. I didn’t even care about anything anymore. He could sue me if he wanted.Caspian leaned against the window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a file he hadn’t opened once. He wasn’t here to help me carry boxes, he was here because he refused to leave me alone, and though I’d never admit it out loud, I was grateful.“You sure you don’t want me to just send someone?” he asked.I shook my head. “No. I started here. I’ll finish it myself.”He nodded, but his eyes stayed on me, watchful in a way that made my shoulders relax.I picked up the last framed photo on my desk. It was a picture of Nylah and Lark. The frame went into the box with a soft clink. That wa