All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret After His Daughter Died: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elara's POVThe cold metal of the handcuffs bit into my wrists as the officers led me through the hospital corridor.People stopped to stare. Whispered to each other behind their hands. Pointing like I was an animal in a cage.I recognized some faces from my recent hospital stay. Patients I'd shared elevators with. Nurses who had checked on me during my recovery."Can you believe it?" I heard one woman whisper loudly. "The wife finally snapped. Killed the mistress's baby out of jealousy.""Those quiet ones are always the most dangerous," another voice added.I straightened my spine and kept walking. Let them talk.Their opinions meant nothing to me now.The police confiscated my phone at the station. Standard procedure, they said.The interrogation room was exactly what I'd expect. Gray walls. Fluorescent lighting. A metal table bolted to the floor."Mrs. Blackwood," Detective Morrison said, settling across from me. "We need to go over what happened at the cemetery today."I looked

Damien's POV"Isabella," I said, settling back into the chair beside her bed. "About that money Marcus mentioned. The five hundred thousand."Her face went white. For just a split second, pure panic flashed across her features before she schooled them into a mask of confused innocence."Money?" she asked, tilting her head. "What money?""The cash withdrawal you made yesterday. The day before you went to the cemetery.""Oh, that." She waved her hand dismissively, but I caught the slight tremor in her fingers. "I lent it to a friend. Emergency situation, you know how these things are.""A friend who needs half a million dollars? In cash?""You don't know him. My cousin, David. His mother needed surgery and insurance wouldn't cover it." The explanation came out too quickly, too rehearsed. "I couldn't just let his suffer.""Five hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money for a college friend.""I know it's a lot," she said, her voice taking on that wounded tone she used when she felt corn

Elara's POV"Stay at my place tonight," Liam said as his driver pulled up to my apartment building. "You shouldn't be alone after everything that's happened."I shook my head, already reaching for the door handle. "Thank you, but I need to be in my own space right now.""Elara—""I'm fine, Liam. Really."He studied my face in the dim light from the streetlamp. "Promise me you'll call if you need anything. Anything at all.""I promise."The apartment felt hollow when I entered. Months of living at Damien's mansion had made this place feel foreign, like a life I'd outgrown.I stood in the living room, surrounded by boxes from the estate—six years of a life packed away. Photo albums. Jewelry. Clothes. Gifts.It was all tainted. Contaminated by his lies. I wanted to set it all on fire.I started with the obvious things. The framed wedding photos went straight into the trash. The expensive jewelry he'd given me over the years followed. Watch after watch. Necklace after necklace. Each piec

Elara's POVThe smell of fresh coffee and bacon woke me the next morning.I lay in Lily's small bed for a moment, disoriented.I found Damien in the kitchen, standing over the stove with his sleeves rolled up. He'd made pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit salad. All arranged on expensive china like he was trying to impress a dinner guest."Good morning," he said, looking up with a hopeful smile. "I thought you might be hungry."The domesticity of it felt surreal. Like we were playing house. Pretending to be a normal married couple instead of two people whose relationship had been destroyed by lies and betrayal."You didn't have to do this," I said, taking a seat at the kitchen island."I wanted to take care of you," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm going to do a better job of that from now on."I took a bite of the pancakes. They were perfect, of course. Damien had always been good at everything he put his mind to."These are delicious," I said politely.Hi

Elara's POV"We need to get that wound treated properly," Liam said, helping me into the passenger seat. "You could have a concussion."I touched the bandage wrapped around my forehead."I don't feel anything," I said honestly. "All I can think about is finding him. Before Isabella makes sure he can never talk.""I'll have my people start looking tonight," Liam promised, his jaw tight with determination. "We'll find him.""Promise me you won't let this go. Promise me you'll find him before she does.""I promise. But right now, you need rest. Let me handle this."The drive home passed in a blur. My mind kept replaying the scene in the alley—the terror in the addict's eyes when he saw me, the way Isabella's name had made him panic. He knew something. Something that could destroy Isabella.And she was willing to hire thugs to keep him quiet.As we pulled into the circular driveway, I noticed every light in the mansion was blazing. Damien was home. And from the warm glow spilling from th