All Chapters of The Ex’s Regret: She Returned to Her New Billionaire Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Xavier!” Liora’s hoarse voice called out.The man stopped and turned.“I’ll wait for you. But please, don’t play the fool. If the fire grows too big, walk away. I need you to come home alive more than I need to hear you died,” Liora said.“I’ll be back soon,” he promised.Across the city, sirens wailed. Thick black smoke curled into the sky, visible from miles away. The Wrenford Tower, the very symbol of the family’s empire, was now engulfed in flames. Xavier’s car cut through traffic at full speed. Through the window, his eyes locked on the glow of the fire drawing closer. His jaw tightened. Whoever was behind this would regret it for the rest of their life.At the hospital, Liora sat weakly on the bed, her eyes fixed on the small television in the corner. Breaking news filled the screen: the Wrenford Tower ablaze. The reporter’s voice narrated the panic—people fleeing the building, faces streaked with soot, others screaming for their loved ones.“Xavier… please, come back to me.”A

News of the Wrenford fire spread faster than the smoke rising into the night sky. Every television station, news portal, and social media feed was talking about it. It did not take long before the news reached Amanda Wrenford’s ears.“The Wrenford building, the symbol of our family’s greatness, burned just like that,” she said.Isabelle sat in the chair across from her, her face still sullen, her eyes swollen. She said nothing, only stared at the television screen in silence.“Do you see, Isabelle? This is the consequence. Ever since that woman came into Xavier’s life, everything has fallen apart one by one. Scandals, disgrace, and now a fire.”“But this fire is not necessarily Liora’s fault. Didn’t the police say it might have been sabotage?” Isabelle asked.Amanda scoffed, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Sabotage or not, the outside world does not care. All they see is one thing: Xavier has grown weaker since marrying that woman. And now it is time I speak to my son directly.”

That day, the Wrenford family’s grand estate felt quieter than usual. Liora had just been discharged from the hospital after her condition stabilized. The doctor had advised complete rest.In the master bedroom, Liora sat in a chair near the window. A cup of warm tea rested on the table, its soothing aroma filling the air. Her still-flat stomach she stroked gently, smiling from time to time as she recalled the doctor’s words: two heartbeats, two lives.A knock at the door was heard. A maid entered politely, carrying a thin brown envelope.“Madam, there’s a letter for you. From the prison.”Liora turned, her eyes widening. “From the prison?”“Yes, Madam. From Noah Anderson.”The name made her chest pound violently. The maid placed the letter on the table and then excused herself.Liora stared at the envelope for a long time, her fingers trembling. Her heart was torn: open it or not. Part of her wanted to throw it away, unwilling to read even a single word from the man who had ruined he

The construction site of Wrenford’s new building was abuzz. The sounds of drills, the clang of steel, and workers’ shouts blended into a harmony of hard work. Steel columns rose high, and a massive foundation stood firm, marking the beginning of something monumental.Xavier stood on a wooden platform with the architects and contractors. The evening wind swept his black suit; his hair was slightly tousled. But his gaze was focused, sharp, as always.“Make sure the interior details match the design. Every floor must have a dual security system. I don’t want a single vulnerability like what happened in the old building,” Xavier said.The architect nodded, jotting notes quickly.Xavier turned to the large design board beside him. The plan for the new building was displayed there: taller, with modern blue glass and state-of-the-art facilities. At the top was written: Wrenford Tower — A Legacy for the Future.For you, Liora. For you, my children.A few hours later, Xavier returned home. Lio

That night, their room was dim, lit only by the small bedside lamp. The atmosphere was quiet, yet Liora could not close her eyes. She lay on her side, staring at the ceiling, her face pale even though her body was exhausted.Inside her head, those disgusting images kept replaying. The video clips she had once seen—her own body recorded, treated without respect by the man she once called her husband.Liora shut her eyes, but the visions became even clearer. It felt as if she were back on those nights when Noah forced her, deceived her with sweet words, then secretly recorded everything. Her heart churned, her body felt filthy. Suddenly, she sobbed quietly. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling.Xavier, lying beside her, immediately woke up.“Liora?”Liora quickly shook her head, trying to hold back her tears. “It’s nothing, I just had a nightmare.”Xavier sat up and switched on the lamp. His face was serious, his eyes studying his wife closely.“You’re not okay.