All Chapters of Ex-husband Regrets: I married a Billionaire Single-Dad: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

ADRIANO.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

ADRIANOHE KNEW WHAT he had to do. He stood up from the floor and took in a deep breath. He was going to stand physically with Avery, look her in the eye and explain how Clarance had set him up.He snatched his car keys and was about to leave the house before he remembered that Iris would be all alone because he sent Nana away for the day.Cursing under his breath, he took tortured steps up the stairs to Iris's room. He could hear her inside as he knocked, but she did not open the door.She was angry at him, feeling betrayed, and understandably so. He needed to speak with Avery, but she was not picking his calls. The two females dearest to his heart shut him out, and it hurt more than he expected it would. He realized that he did not have Emily's number too, but he had her fiancé's business card. He immediately rushed to the laundry room. Knowing Nana, she would have already started the laundry as soon as he dropped the clothes last night. And he was right.The clothes were dry clean

~AVERY~The picture was everywhere, I couldn’t escape it. Adriano and Clarance, standing too close, his hand almost brushing hers, his smile too easy, the headlines plastered across the screen like they were proud to tear me open. I sat stiffly on Emily’s couch, unable to look away, even when my throat burned. When she finally grabbed the remote and muted the TV, the silence pressed in heavier than the voices had. My phone lit up again on the table, Adriano’s name flashing, buzzing against the wood like it was mocking me, and still I didn’t reach for it.Emily shifted beside me, her voice careful, soft, “You’re really not going to pick up?”I forced my eyes off the screen, shaking my head. “No. Why should I?”She looked like she wanted to argue but hesitated, her lips pressing together before she tried again. “Because maybe he has an explanation. It might not be what it looks like.”I let out a sharp laugh, too brittle to sound real. “It’s always not what it looks like. Isn’t that t