Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Regret After His Daughter Died: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Elara's POVThe next morning, I decided to visit Cecile alone.I couldn't bear the thought of sitting through another tense meal with Damien, pretending we were a happy couple while the humiliation of last night’s party was still a fresh, open wound.The drive to Cecile's estate gave me time to compose myself, to practice the smile I would need to wear for the one person in this family who still deserved my protection.But when I arrived, I realized my efforts at deception would be useless.Cecile's longtime housekeeper, Hannah, met me at the door. Her face was a mask of cold fury."Mrs. Blackwood," she said, her voice tight with disapproval, "Mrs. Cecile has been expecting you."As she led me through the familiar hallways, Hannah's rigid posture spoke volumes. The household staff had their own network of information, and clearly news of last night's party had already reached the estate.I found Cecile in her sitting room, wrapped in a silk shawl despite the warmth of the day. Her face

Elara's POVThe whispers continued around me, but I felt nothing.No anger. No humiliation. No pain.Just emptiness.I'd become immune to this particular form of torture. Months of watching Isabella insert herself into every moment of intimacy between Damien and me had built up a thick layer of scar tissue around my heart.She was like adhesive, I realized. Clinging to him with desperate persistence, appearing wherever we went together, transforming every private moment into a public display of her superiority.What client? What Mrs. Wellington?I looked at Isabella and Damien still discussing fabrics and cuts, their heads bent together in perfect harmony, and felt certain the mysterious client didn't exist at all.Isabella hadn't even bothered to hire an actress to play the role. She'd simply walked into the boutique, claimed to be shopping for someone else, and immediately monopolized my husband's attention.The performance was so transparent it was almost insulting."Mrs. Blackwood?

Elara's POVDamien's sarcastic words, dripping with contempt and accusation, only made me want to laugh.After obtaining that USB drive, I was completely done with this elaborate dance we'd been performing. Done with caring about his opinions, his assumptions, his deliberate misunderstanding of everything I did.The evidence of Isabella's guilt was burning like fire in my purse. Soon, very soon, none of his petty insults would matter anymore."Think whatever you want," I said calmly, stepping over the broken glass and ruined photographs without another glance.My heels crunched on the scattered diamonds from Lily's destroyed tiara, each step a deliberate punctuation mark to this conversation.Damien's face darkened at my dismissal, his hands clenching into fists at his sides."That's it?" he demanded, his voice rising with frustration. "You destroy irreplaceable gifts and just walk away?"I paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning back to meet his furious gaze with perfect composur

Elara's POVI turned to see Damien striding down the hospital corridor, Isabella clinging to his arm like a delicate vine.The sight of them together - his protective posture, her delicate dependence - made my stomach clench with familiar revulsion.I wanted to expose everything right then and there. To scream the truth about Lily's death until the entire hospital heard me.But it wasn't time yet. It wasn't brutal enough."It's nothing," I said smoothly, my voice betraying none of the turmoil beneath the surface. "Lily hasn't returned yet. I came to ask if she needs any additional medication adjustments."Damien's expression shifted to that knowing look I'd grown to despise. The expression that said he'd caught me in another lie, that this was further proof everything I'd told him about Lily's death was fabricated.He turned to Dr. Harrison with the easy confidence of a man accustomed to having his concerns prioritized."Isabella isn't feeling well," he explained, his hand moving to re

Elara's POVIsabella stared at me with growing shock, her phone still pressed to her ear as the call continued to ring unanswered.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and answered it with deliberate calm."Hello?""Mrs. Blackwood?" The voice was professional, courteous. "This is Maria from Celestial Events. I'm calling about your wedding next Saturday."Isabella's call finally connected on her end, but instead of a greeting, she heard an automated message: "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."Her eyes widened with confusion as she stared at her phone screen.Of course it was unavailable. I wasn't stupid enough to use my regular contact information for my professional identity. The number I gave to clients and colleagues was completely separate from my personal life."Yes, Maria," I said into my phone, keeping my voice warm and engaged. "How can I help you?""We wanted to confirm your preferences for the floral arrangements and overall de