Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aria's POVThe moment we stepped back into the estate, I hadn't even kicked off my shoes when my back slammed against the cold entryway cabinet.Kane's arms braced on either side of me, caging me in.There was no room to run, no space to breathe."Put me down!" I turned my face away, not wanting him to see the redness in my eyes.His long fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him."You were crying?" His thumb gently brushed my tear-stained cheek. "What, are you mad? Did I say something wrong?""Of course not." I forced a brittle smile. "You're never wrong."That seemed to hit a nerve. His brow twitched, just barely, but then he schooled his features into that familiar mask of indifference."You're mad because I didn't keep my promise?"What promise? I blinked, confused."Huh?"He leaned in suddenly, his breath warm against my ear."This morning—I said I'd feed you, remember?" he murmured.My face went up in flames.This bastard!"I don't—""Don't be mad," he interrupted, v

Aria's POVThe moment I pushed open Gabriella's office door, I was nearly suffocated by the thick cloud of perfume that hit me like a wall.The entire room looked like something straight out of a princess's fantasy.Rose-gold wallpaper, lace curtains, and a crystal chandelier clashed violently with the sleek, modern aesthetic of the rest of the company.On her desk sat a rhinestone-encrusted photo frame—inside, she was clinging to Kane's arm, smiling at the camera like she'd already won.My hands clenched at my sides.To have a private office like this in a company like ATTA—and free reign to use Kane's team as her own—said everything about her status in his life.And after the cold way he treated me earlier, the realization stung more than I wanted to admit."Miss Jepson," I said, forcing a polite smile, "how can I help you?"Gabriella lounged lazily in her leather chair, tapping her manicured fingers on the desk.Her eyes roamed over me slowly, appraising, like she was evaluating a

Aria's POVCold water slid down my scalp and into the collar of my shirt. I clenched my jaw so tightly it ached, hands pressed flat against my thighs.Not a flinch, not a word.Images flashed across my mind—grabbing Gabriella's meticulously curled hair and yanking it out by the roots, smashing her smug little face into her desk, hurling the cup she'd used to drench me straight through that picture frame she loved so much.But I did none of that.I just stood there, silent and still—like a statue soaked in rain.Gabriella stood in front of me, her chest heaving, her manicured nails digging into her palms so hard they might draw blood.She was trying—desperately—to keep from doing something even more unhinged.We stared at each other in a strange, fragile standoff.I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted me to snap. She wanted a reaction—tears, screaming, a violent breakdown.She wanted to drag me down to her level so she could point and say, "See? I told you she's crazy. A slut. A w

Aria's POVKane's gaze cut through me like shards of ice. Instinctively, I clenched the hem of my shirt.His eyes were unreadable—an intense storm of emotion I couldn't decipher.Was it anger? Disappointment? Or... worry?"Ka—" My lips trembled, the name catching on the tip of my tongue.I wanted to tell him what Gabriella had done, to pour out the bitterness I'd been choking on today. I wanted to ask him why he always pulled me close, only to shove me away.But in the end, none of it came out.Because what I feared most was not his anger—but his indifference.A tense silence settled in until the sleazy men around us suddenly seemed to realize just who was standing in front of them.Their faces paled."Mr. Wolfe!" the fat one croaked, his voice thick with panic and cheap liquor. "We didn't know she was with you—""Leave," Kane said, without even glancing at him. The single

Aria's POVThe moment I opened the front door, I saw them—those familiar black leather shoes. My heart skipped a beat.He was home.The entire villa was deathly quiet, not even a single servant in sight.The only sound came from the steady tick of the grandfather clock echoing through the empty hall.I tiptoed forward and accidentally kicked something hard.Looking down, I saw shattered glass—what was left of a broken liquor bottle.Kane had been drinking.And clearly, he'd been angry.I stood in the living room, my legs suddenly heavy as lead.A flood of memories surged back—the sting of the whip, the cold detachment in his eyes, the wall lined with his twisted collection of "toys."I instinctively stepped back, only to bump into the edge of the coffee table behind me.No. I couldn't run. There was no escape—not without consequences far worse.Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to head to the bedroom.Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Kane lay on his side with his back to th