All Chapters of Ex-husband Regrets: I married a Billionaire Single-Dad: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

THE HOUSE WAS stuffy and airtight.That was how Avery felt as she stood in the wide ranch kitchen, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hands resting uselessly on the cool marble counter. The air inside the ranch mansion was too still, as though it were holding something back—waiting for a cue it had not yet received. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, catching dust motes midair, but even the light felt cautiousAvery tried not to think about it.She focused instead on Mrs. Jackdaw, who was humming softly as she worked at the stove, stirring something rich and fragrant in a cast-iron pot. The older woman moved with the easy confidence of someone who had spent decades in kitchens like this—hands steady, back straight, eyes sharp despite the warmth in them.“You don’t have to stay in here with me, dear,” Mrs. Jackdaw said kindly, glancing over her shoulder. “You look like your mind’s halfway to another country.”Avery smiled faintly. “I think my mind’s been in several countries lately.

The café Clarance Rossi chose was discreet in the way old money liked to be. It was tucked between a gallery and a private jeweler, its windows lightly tinted, its entrance half-hidden by climbing ivy that had been trained to look accidental. Inside, the air smelled of espresso and citrus polish, the low hum of conversation softened by velvet-lined walls and classical music that never quite finished a melody.Clarance sat alone at a corner table, one leg crossed over the other, gloved fingers curled around a porcelain cup she had not touched.She was early. She always was.Control liked punctuality.Her reflection stared back at her faintly from the polished surface of the table: dark hair perfectly arranged, lips painted a disciplined wine red, eyes sharp with a confidence that had been honed over years of being underestimated—and then feared.Laura would be here soon.Clarance smiled faintly at the thought.Laura was useful. Eager. Desperate in the way women who had always been adja

ADRIANOIT WAS HER. AVERY.AS he lived and breathed. She stood a few feet away. Then his brain began trying to put two and two together.Avery, and Nadia? How was that possible?How did they know each other?His eyes went from Avery to Nadia, frowning deeply as he asked. "What the hell is going on here?""You should perhaps take a seat, Adriano," Nadia said softly."Avery," He said. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, but he knew she would only pull away, so he clenched his fist and restrained himself. She did not meet his gaze at first, and when she finally did, her eyes were cold and aloof.This was not the Avery he knew.Looking in the mirror, perhaps he was not the Adriano that she knew either.He grabbed Nadia's upper arm and dragged her to the far corner of the room, "What is this?" He growled. "What game is this you are playing?""It is not a game, Adriano." Nadia said, wincing slightly in pain as he jerked her close. "I broug

THE DAY COULD have started any other way for Adriano. Maybe he would have woken up thinking back on Nana’s words, probably regretting his actions on sleeping with Avery and how it could possibly affect Iris, but no.No, Adriano woke up with a smile on his face and the thoughts of wedding bells in his mind.How great would it be, he thought, to propose to Avery?That night with her was no mistake. He couldn’t see it as one when her face was the first image that came to his mind every morning, and the last before sleep claimed him. Avery Quinn. She had come into his life for Iris, but somewhere along the line she had claimed a piece of him too. He was not a man who believed in chance, but with her, he had stopped questioning.Adriano pulled himself out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cold marble. Sunlight was barely spilling through the curtains, muted and soft. It was a weekend. No boardroom. No suit. No mergers or men in ties calling him “sir” every second of the day. For once, he c

THE HOUSE WAS stuffy and airtight.That was how Avery felt as she stood in the wide ranch kitchen, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hands resting uselessly on the cool marble counter. The air inside the ranch mansion was too still, as though it were holding something back—waiting for a cue it had not yet received. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, catching dust motes midair, but even the light felt cautiousAvery tried not to think about it.She focused instead on Mrs. Jackdaw, who was humming softly as she worked at the stove, stirring something rich and fragrant in a cast-iron pot. The older woman moved with the easy confidence of someone who had spent decades in kitchens like this—hands steady, back straight, eyes sharp despite the warmth in them.“You don’t have to stay in here with me, dear,” Mrs. Jackdaw said kindly, glancing over her shoulder. “You look like your mind’s halfway to another country.”Avery smiled faintly. “I think my mind’s been in several countries lately.