All Chapters of The Ex’s Regret: She Returned to Her New Billionaire Husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The night grew later, yet the light in Xavier’s study still burned. Liora stood by the doorway, still wearing her soft ivory nightdress, her hair loosely tied back.“It’s almost midnight. You promised you wouldn’t stay up late anymore,” Liora said.Xavier slowly closed his laptop. “Just drafting a small plan for tomorrow. I’m meeting two old investors who used to support our CSR projects. If they agree, Astervale could have a new financial foundation one that doesn’t rely on Wrenford.”Liora walked closer and sat on the edge of the desk. She looked at her husband, who now seemed calmer than he had in the past few weeks.“Are you sure you can still trust them?”“I have to learn to trust people again. I can’t live in constant suspicion.”Liora was silent for a moment before touching his hand. “I know you’ve changed, but the world hasn’t. They still measure everything by profit.”“Then I’ll show them that profit doesn’t always come from money. Sometimes, it comes from honesty.”“That lin

Xavier sat in his study, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen displaying Astervale Foundation’s weekly report. The calm of the afternoon was broken by the sharp sound of the doorbell. Liora, who had been playing with Elis in the living room, stood up at once to answer it.When the door opened, a middle-aged woman stood there, dressed in a navy-blue coat and carrying a black leather bag. Her face was elegant, but her eyes revealed clear traces of unease.“Liora,” the woman greeted with a stiff smile. “I need to see Xavier. It’s important.”Liora hesitated for a moment but finally nodded. “Please, come in.”As Amanda stepped into the house, the air filled with the faint scent of her familiar, elegant perfume. Her gaze swept across the modest home an expression caught somewhere between admiration and disbelief that a man like Xavier now lived so far from the luxury that once surrounded him.“He’s in his study,” Liora said, pointing down the hall. “But—”Amanda didn’t wait for her to finis

That afternoon, the sky began to turn golden. Isabelle sat in her car parked on a small street near the city park. Her left hand held her phone, while her right hand tapped nervously on the steering wheel.She glanced at the time on her screen. 4:42 p.m.“Breathe, Isabelle. You can do this,” she murmured to herself.She opened her contact list and hovered over the name Max, staring at the screen as if weighing her decision once more. Twice she nearly pressed the call button, only to stop herself at the last second. But this time, after one long breath, she finally hit the green icon. The ringing tone echoed once, twice, three times—until a calm, deep voice answered.“Max speaking.”“Max! Hi, it’s Isabelle.”“Oh, Miss Isabelle. How can I help you?” His voice was polite but stiff, as usual.Isabelle looked at her reflection in the windshield and smiled faintly.“My car broke down, actually. I’m near the city park, on Pinewood Street. I’ve tried turning the engine a few times but it won’

Rain fell softly that night, washing over the harbor and the quiet city streets. Isabelle drove slowly, letting the wipers move back and forth in a steady rhythm. Every drop that hit the windshield felt like an echo of her thoughts noisy, scattered, but impossible to silence.She turned on the radio, hoping music would soothe her, but the song that came on only made her eyes sting. It was a slow tune, painfully honest, about loving someone you could never have.“Of all songs, why this one?” she murmured with a bitter laugh.When the light turned red, Isabelle lowered her head. What she felt wasn’t anger, nor was it the kind of sorrow that crushed. It was a strange sense of loss, even though she’d never really had Max to begin with.Just one night. One conversation. Yet it was enough for her heart to remember every tone of his voice—calm, low, and so honest it hurt.When she reached home, the rain hadn’t stopped. Isabelle turned off the engine but stayed in her seat. Her hands rested o

It had been nearly two months since that dinner at Luna’s Garden. Time moved on quietly, but it had not erased what remained.For Isabelle, the days felt lighter not because she had forgotten, but because she had made peace. She returned to work at her interior design firm, became active in art exhibitions again, and painted almost every night. Each stroke on the canvas became her way of speaking without reopening old wounds.Still, in the quiet, she knew the shadow of Max had not fully left.Sometimes, when she looked out at the sea from her balcony, she could still recall exactly how he had looked at her that night: cool, honest; refusing her, but without hatred.On the other side of town, Max kept his routine arriving at the office earlier than anyone, checking reports, arranging meetings, and driving Xavier and Liora when needed.Yet something inside him had shifted in ways he could hardly explain. He found himself staring out windows more often, lingering over his phone before se