All Chapters of Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Soon, I’ll make you and Fiona quarrel bitterly,” Alice whispered with a faint smile as she gazed out of the window. She was waiting for Morgan to collect her at the apartment. Meanwhile, Morgan was already on his way to Angelica’s place. His car entered the luxurious apartment complex, and he stepped out, heading straight for the lift that carried him to Angelica’s penthouse on the very top floor. “Angelica, it’s Morgan. I’ve arrived,” he said as he pressed the penthouse doorbell. Angelica opened the door swiftly. “Morgan, I’ve changed my mind about the hotel. Would you rather come to a nightclub instead? I want to experience the nightlife in this city,” she said cheerfully. “What? A nightclub? What for?” Morgan frowned. “Of course, to have fun. Are you coming or not?” “All right, but I won’t get drunk—I’m driving,” Morgan replied. “I know. Come on, it’s already nine o’clock,” said Angelica, grabbing her small handbag and closing the apartment door. She pulled Morgan’s

“Sir, the medical team has arrived. Shall I let them in at once?” asked the bodyguard. Morgan immediately stepped away from Angelica and released his embrace as the bodyguard reported that the ambulance had arrived. “Yes, let them in straightaway,” he replied. The ambulance had arrived; the medical team entered the house and quickly attended to Fiona. Morgan followed them, his hand gripping Fiona’s wrist, panicked and trembling. For a moment he forgot that only earlier he and Angelica had been in an intimate embrace. Every second felt like hours as he climbed into the ambulance and accompanied his wife to the hospital. The shadow of the nightclub scandal still haunted his thoughts. ‘I’m a fool! Reckless. That incident still lingers in my mind, and I did not sleep with that woman. Angelica—why did she behave like that? Does she truly see me as more than just a business partner?’ Angelica gazed at Morgan’s back as he left with his wife. She sipped a glass of wine poured by her

Morning had arrived. Morgan had been unable to sleep the previous night, endlessly pondering the condition Angelica had set for him. His head was filled with conflicting voices—between his responsibility to his company and the emotional bond he could not so easily sever, especially with his son. Though he cared little, Eyden was still his son after all. “What should I do? All my acquaintances avoid me, even some subordinates whom I once supported until they became great bosses now avoid me as well. Must I accept Angelica’s help?” Morgan was startled when a soft knock sounded at the door. Angelica entered with elegant steps, her face calm as always. Indeed, Angelica often came to Morgan’s company for she and the man were engaged in business cooperation. “What is your decision, Morgan? Did you think it over again last night? Choosing me means you are ready to divorce Fiona?” she asked, her tone gentle yet insistent. Morgan rubbed his face. He looked panicked, but if he retreated,

“Apparently, Alice has followed me home. I shall show her that I am going to drive Fiona out. She is a deceiver, unworthy of being my wife, and only Alice can be my wife.” Morgan had already realised the mistake of his past—wasting Alice. Now he was glad that Alice had returned, and all for his sake. The woman standing at the gate of Morgan’s house was in fact Angelica (Alice). She had waited a long time outside his home but remained inside her car. She wanted to see Morgan expel Fiona. Surely, she would cheer with delight upon witnessing the woman who had tried to kill her suffer the torment of being divorced and cast out by her husband. “When will that man cast Fiona out? He’s only making me wait here endlessly.” Suddenly, the rain poured down heavily that night, cold enough to cut to the bone. Morgan was seen dragging Fiona out by force, banishing her together with Eyden. Their large suitcase, filled with clothes, was flung out as well. “Leave this house at once! I no long

“What’s your next plan, Angelica? Let go! Where are you going, eh?” Fiona shouted. Angelica paid her no heed, then walked away into the late night. Fiona was left behind, guarded by Marcel’s men. The damp, dusty air filled the old room that served as a place of confinement. The dim yellow neon light flickered, as though it might die at any moment. The iron chair in the middle of the room was a throne of torment, where Fiona was bound tightly with cold chains. Her wrists stung, her skin grazed raw from struggling again and again since she had been brought here. All the more, her body had been whipped by Morgan; she was exhausted and had fainted. --- The morning sun was already high when Fiona finally opened her eyes. They widened in shock as soon as she saw the figure standing before her. “Angelica… or rather, Alice…” Her voice was hoarse, caught between fear and disbelief. The woman—Alice—smiled cruelly, as if savouring Fiona’s fear. She was elegantly dressed in a red gow