The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aria's POVIt was late. The kind of late where even the city had gone silent—no cars, no people, just the sound of our breathing inside the parked car.I don't know how long we sat there in that heavy quiet before Chad finally broke the silence."Why were you out there alone this late, Aria?"I shook my head, still staring out the window.I couldn't tell him. I didn't want to drag him into this mess. He'd already done enough for me. The last thing I wanted was for the situation between him and Kane to spiral even further.He didn't stand a chance against Kane.No one did.You can't win against a man who has nothing to lose and no line he won't cross."Chad, thank you... for tonight. But please—whatever is between me and Kane, just stay out of it. And don't say things like that again."I paused, gathering the courage to say what I really meant."If there's even a small part of you that still cares about me... then listen to me. Please. Don't get involved. If you do, we all only end up

Aria's POVSmack!My palm struck his wrist so hard it echoed through the room. A red handprint bloomed across his skin—but his expression didn't even flinch."Finished your inspection yet?" My voice was raw, unrecognizable even to myself. "Or do you need a blood sample? DNA test?"I hated him.Hated myself even more for walking into ATTA's lobby that day, for ever signing that damned contract.If I had gone to someone else…No. There's no if anymore. I was the moth that dove straight into the spider's web—and every struggle only bound me tighter.Kane laughed then—a low, slow sound that made my skin crawl.That smile… it wasn't human. It was the smile of a predator toying with prey."Clean," he murmured, his fingers grazing my chin like ice. "Remember—so long as I want you, you belong to me."And then—without warning—he tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of grain.His shoulder dug into my ribs, every breath crushed out of me. I beat against his back, kicked, screamed.Nothing."P

Kane's POV"Boss." The guards straightened when they saw me."Leave." My voice was ice.They stepped aside. I threw the door open.The room was dark, the only light a faint glow from the bedside lamp. The air inside was heavy, suffocating.It took me a moment to even find her.She was curled up on the bed, still and small, barely more than a shadow in the dim light.At first glance, I thought it was just a crumpled blanket.I leaned against the wall, breathing hard, staring at her. Her face was half-buried in the pillow, hair fanned out in a dark halo.Beautiful.And it only pissed me off more.I'd been pacing like a caged animal, drinking myself into a stupor, tormented by everything she'd done—while she just slept?I wasn’t in love with her. I just couldn’t stand her indifference—the way she acted like I meant nothing.The thought sent another wave of anger crashing through me. I grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked.She stirred, her body tensing as the cold air hit her skin—a

Aria's POVThe instant the needle pierced my skin, my eyes flew open.Blinding white light flooded my vision, and the sharp scent of antiseptic filled my nose.My whole body felt limp, like someone had drained every last ounce of strength from me—but oddly, I didn't feel quite as awful as yesterday."Good morning, Aria—"A nurse's overly sweet voice chirped beside me.I turned my head slightly to look at her. She was inserting the IV, lips still moving, but I couldn't make out her words. I didn't have the energy to care.I closed my eyes again, waited for the fog in my mind to clear a bit, then finally croaked, "Water."She moved quickly, pouring some into a cup and gently lifting it to my lips.The warm liquid slid down my throat, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt... human again.I leaned back against the pillow, eyes shut, letting the warmth settle. But my thoughts were anything but calm.The memories from last night came rushing back—fragmented, chaotic, like

Kane's POV"Me? Impossible."I let out a cold laugh, my fingers curling into fists without realizing it.The diagnosis sounded absurd, but the image of Aria's terrified eyes refused to leave my mind, gnawing at my nerves like a splinter I couldn't remove."She becomes unhinged the moment she sees you. Panic, fear, even self-harm—those are classic PTSD symptoms."The doctor, Harlan, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His calm, clinical tone only made my irritation spike.I didn't respond. I couldn't. My mind was racing.He continued, "The good news is, her symptoms are relatively mild. She's stabilized for now. As long as—"As long as she doesn't see me again?Like hell."That's enough," I snapped, slicing through his words. "Where is she now?"Harlan blinked, surprised. "Sir, she's not ready to—"More useless chatter."Take me to her." I was already