Semua Bab Billionaire’s Regret: You Look Like My Ex-Wife: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Imogen Warren didn’t come to this masquerade looking for trouble. Yet trouble found her the moment Thalia Perez opened her venomous mouth.“This is the woman who’s useless in bed, isn’t she?” Thalia sneered, swirling her champagne with fake elegance. “No matter how thick that mask is, I recognize you anywhere, Imogen Warren. Ex-fiancée of Alan Lewis, the pitiful heir to Lewis Group.”Imogen’s lips curled into a smile — cold, calculated, the kind of smile only a woman with nothing left to lose could wear so effortlessly. Without a single word, she lifted her glass — expensive champagne, poured in celebration of wealth and power — and emptied it in one smooth motion onto Thalia Perez’s couture gown.The red liquid splashed across silk fabric worth thousands, staining it like blood on snow.Gasps rippled through the crowd.“You bitch!” Thalia shrieked, stepping back as if scalded. “What the hell did you just do to my E.W. dress? This is exclusive! A limited collection! A gift from my mot

Maya…? What cruel joke was this?Adam Wilson stared at the woman in his arms. Her face. That face. The same face that haunted his nightmares, his regrets, his shame for the past five years.Yet this wasn’t Maya. This woman wasn’t looking at him like she used to — with patience, with quiet devotion. No, Imogen looked at him like she wanted to ruin him.Her name wasn’t Maya. It was Imogen.And Maya… Maya would never beg. Never tease. Never seduce. That role used to belong to Sabrina.For a fleeting second, Adam’s mind betrayed him. Sabrina. The woman who walked like sin, every curve screaming sex, every step daring men to lose control. Men hardened at the sight of her, without her needing to even glance their way.But Imogen… she was different.She didn’t need to speak. The way her breath hitched when her chest pressed against his… The way her lips parted, soft and wanting… The way her thighs shifted beneath the silk of her dress, rubbing together in silent frustration…Innocence?

“And you smell funny,” Freya added.“Funny?” Adam echoed, easing down onto the bed beside her.“Not like your usual smell. Like… flowers. But not our wipes. Different.”Adam laughed, helpless. “You sound like a wife interrogating her husband.”His chest tightened. ‘I hope no one ever breaks your heart, Freya. Not like… not like your father once did to someone very precious.’She frowned, but leaned into him anyway. “Read me the story.”He did. His voice softer than usual. His hand stroking her hair as her lids finally grew too heavy to fight.He stayed until both twins breathed evenly, curled beneath their blankets. His heart ached with love. And guilt. When he finally rose, slipping from their room with practiced care, he paused at the door.What are you doing, Adam?But he knew.He returned to Imogen’s suite.Only… it was empty.No sign of her. Only a note on the nightstand, penned in graceful, elegant script.Sorry. I had to return to London. My grandmother’s unwell. Call me. Her