Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Regret After His Daughter Died: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Elara's POV"Whatever you need, I'll make sure it happens," Liam said firmly, his hand still covering mine on the café table.His brown eyes held such sincere determination that I felt some of the crushing weight on my chest finally begin to lift.He was on the phone in an instant, calling his private investigator and his assistant.Maybe soon, I would finally know.I would know who took Lily from me.After he made those investigative calls, a strange calm settled over me.For the first time in months, I wasn't facing this nightmare alone.As we walked out of the café together, my mind gradually shifted away from the immediate crisis of finding Lily's killer.That's when I suddenly remembered something important approaching.Cecile's eightieth birthday was next week.Despite everything that had happened with Damien, she had always treated me with genuine warmth and kindness. Her milestone birthday deserved to be celebrated properly."There's something I need to do," I told Liam as we r

Elara's POVWhen Damien refused to come with me to bury Lily, I didn't cry.But hearing Liam speak to my daughter like this, I broke down completely.Tears streamed down my face as I watched him arrange flowers at her grave.Lily had wanted her father's praise so desperately when she was alive.She'd been such a good, obedient child.But slowly, she learned the truth. Her father was a block of ice.Parent-teacher conferences. School plays. Holiday pageants. It was always just me. Standing alone in a sea of smiling couples.I could still hear her small voice asking the question that had broken my heart."Mommy, why do all the other kids have both parents at school? Why is it always just you?"Her innocent eyes had searched my face for answers I couldn't give."Daddy's just busy, sweetheart," I'd told her, forcing a bright smile. "He loves you very much. Work is just demanding right now.""When will he not be busy anymore?" she'd pressed."Soon, baby. Very soon."But as she grew older, s

Elara's POV"What about Lily?" Damien demanded before I could step away.His voice carried desperate authority. Like he was trying to regain control of a situation spiraling beyond his grasp."My daughter will never call another man daddy. I won't allow it."The possessive declaration hung in the night air between us.I stared at him with bitter amusement.After years of neglecting our child, now he wanted to claim her."You don't need to worry about that," I said. "I don't want Lily's custody either."Damien's face went blank with shock at my words.His grip on the divorce papers loosened."You don't want custody of our daughter?" he asked slowly.Like he couldn't believe what he'd heard.Lily is dead.What custody is there to fight over?The thought echoed in my mind with devastating finality. But I didn't speak it aloud.Damien wouldn't believe me anyway. He never did."There's no need for custody arrangements," I said instead.His gray eyes searched my face desperately. Looking for

Elara's POVI woke to the sound of a little girl's laughter drifting up from downstairs.My heart stopped completely.That voice. That sweet, musical giggle I'd memorized from five years of bedtime stories and playground visits."Lily?" I whispered to the empty room.Without thinking, I threw off the covers and ran toward the stairs. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble floors.Could it be possible? Had I been wrong about everything?Maybe the hospital had made a mistake. Maybe some miracle had occurred while I was unconscious.The hope burned in my chest like wildfire.I reached the top of the staircase and looked down into the living room.Damien sat on the elegant sofa. His arms wrapped around a small girl with dark hair.She wore Lily's favorite dress. The pale yellow one with tiny flowers that I'd bought for her last birthday.The child's back was turned toward me. I couldn't see her face.But she was the right size. The right age. Her hair fell in the same soft waves.For

Elara's POVI stared at the carefully repaired ceramic figurine in Damien's hands.The little dancer stood whole again. But the cracks were still visible if you looked closely.Thin lines spider-webbed across her delicate form like scars that would never fully heal.I had to admit, I was surprised he'd actually taken the time to fix it.Damien had never been the type to work with his hands. Never bothered with delicate, painstaking tasks.For a moment, I'd thought he'd simply bought a replacement. Something identical but unmarked by damage."I worked on it all night," he said, his voice thick with pride.His gray eyes searched my face, desperate for a sign of approval, of gratitude."Every piece. I made sure it was perfect again."Perfect again.But what was the point of it all?When Lily's precious gift had first shattered, his immediate concern had been for Tanya.Isabella's adopted daughter had cried, and both he and Isabella had rushed to comfort her.The artwork Lily had spent wee