Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Return: His Regret : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 67

Third POVThe night of the Morgan & Associates Charity Ball arrived wrapped in the kind of electric anticipation that only New York City could generate. The venue, the grand ballroom of the historic Cipriani 42nd Street, had been transformed into a glittering temple of elegance and purpose. Crystal chandeliers hung from the soaring ceilings like frozen cascades of light, casting warm golden reflections across marble floors polished to a mirror shine. Towering floral arrangements of white orchids and deep crimson roses lined the entrance hall, their scent mingling with the subtle notes of expensive colognes and perfumes worn by the city’s elite. Every detail had been curated to perfection, from the custom lighting that bathed the room in soft champagne hues to the live string quartet playing classical pieces that transitioned seamlessly into modern jazz as the evening progressed.Hundreds of influential guests filled the space. Billionaires from tech, finance, and real estate rubbed

Third POVThe grand ballroom of Cipriani 42nd Street, which only minutes earlier had pulsed with elegance, laughter, and the satisfied hum of successful fundraising, now felt like a courtroom where Destiny Morgan stood accused before a jury of New York’s elite. The giant LED screen continued its merciless loop, the stolen footage of her passionate kiss with Ronan playing again and again in high definition. The bold white caption burned into every retina in the room: “So the CEO Destiny Morgan really is having an affair with a married man.”Destiny stood frozen at the entrance for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds. Every pair of eyes in the ballroom was fixed on her. Some gazes held shock, others disappointment, and far too many carried the sharp gleam of schadenfreude. She could almost hear the silent judgments forming: the powerful heiress who preached charity while sneaking around with a subordinate’s husband. The woman who had rebuilt her image throug

Third POVDestiny stood under the steady stream of hot water in the master bathroom of the Morgan penthouse, letting the heat pound against her shoulders and back. Steam filled the marble enclosure, fogging the large mirrors and creating a private cocoon where the noise of the outside world felt momentarily distant. She had scrubbed away the remnants of the night’s makeup, the carefully applied red lipstick, the subtle shimmer on her eyelids, and the faint scent of Ronan that still clung to her skin from their stolen kiss at the ball. Yet no amount of soap could wash away the heavy knot of regret and self-doubt that had settled deep in her chest.When she finally turned off the water and stepped out, she wrapped herself in a thick white robe, the soft terry cloth a small comfort against her chilled skin. She wiped the condensation from the mirror with the edge of her sleeve and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed with exhaustion that went far beyond physical fa

Third POVAndrea Watson stood in the opulent living room of Donovan Crowe’s sprawling penthouse overlooking the Hudson River, the lights of Lower Manhattan glittering like scattered diamonds across the dark water. The space was a monument to old money and ruthless ambition: dark walnut paneling, leather furniture that smelled of wealth, and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like a conquered kingdom. A bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon sat open on the marble coffee table, condensation beading on the chilled glass. Two crystal flutes caught the low light from the recessed ceiling fixtures, bubbles rising lazily through the golden liquid.Andrea raised her glass, a triumphant smile curving her lips. She still wore the sleek black dress she had chosen for the evening’s performance, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that screamed calculated seduction. Her makeup remained flawless despite the tears she had manufactured so convincingly for the camera earlier. Victory tas