All Chapters of Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CARRIE The conference room gleamed with polished wood and quiet ambition. I sat at the long, mahogany table, surrounded by the hum of focused conversation and the soft clicking of fingers against keypads. Kwame’s voice carried with confident ease as he presented the audience engagement report on the screen at the far end of the room. “As you can see,” he was saying, “Nomadic Vision TV’s viewership has exceeded projections for this quarter. Our top shows, particularly Nordic Horizons and Voices of the Fjord have become household names.”Applause rippled lightly through the room, though mostly in satisfied murmurs rather than noise. Kwame beamed, and I found myself smiling too, even through my fatigue. I knew how hard everyone had worked to get here, how many nights I’d spent buried in campaign drafts, analyzing demographics, tweaking marketing pitches to reach the exact audience we wanted.When I moved to Copenhagen and joined Nomadic Vision TV, I had only one goal: to start over. I

SHANE Dinner was quiet except for the soft clinking of cutlery and the muted hum of the evening jazz playing in the background. The chef had outdone himself again, pan-seared duck in orange glaze, roasted potatoes with rosemary, and a delicate salad of pear and walnuts. Cathy looked delighted, her eyes lighting up each time she took a bite.“Your chef is a genius,” she said, her voice lilting with satisfaction. “I swear, every time I eat here, I feel like I’m in Paris.”I smiled faintly, setting down my fork. “He’s worth every dime I pay him. I told him to surprise us tonight. Looks like he delivered.”“Oh, he definitely did.” She leaned back in her chair, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a linen napkin. “I might steal him one of these days.”“He’d probably follow if you offered to double his salary,” I replied, amused.She laughed softly, the sound smooth and practiced. Cathy had always known how to fill a room, not with noise, but with her presence. She was wearing a black sil

SHANE The promise in her voice sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core, a startling resurgence of desire that defied the satisfying exhaustion humming through my limbs.I rolled off her, my body already responding to her challenge. The cool air of the room was a shock against my damp skin. She sat up, her dark eyes gleaming with a newfound, wicked intent. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her sun-kissed skin glowing in the low light. She stood, a powerful, sensual goddess, and offered me her hand.“Come with me,” she said, her voice low and inviting.I took her hand, letting her lead me. We didn’t go far. Just across the hall, into the pristine, cool atmosphere of the bathroom. The white tiles and chrome fixtures were a world away from the soft, rumpled warmth of the bedroom. The harsh, overhead light was unkind to most, but it only served to highlight Cathy’s stunning figure, casting her curves into beautiful, stark relief.She turned to face me, her back aga

CARRIE It was a crisp Saturday morning, and the sunlight spilled softly through the large windows of my apartment, bathing everything in a golden glow. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, one hand resting on my rounded belly, and smiled. The baby would be here soon, just a few more weeks and I could hardly believe how quickly time had flown.The room already looked perfect, thanks to Ellen. She’d practically taken charge of the entire decoration, insisting that I rest and “let the experts handle it.” But I wanted to be part of it, at least for today. There were still a few finishing touches I wanted to add, tiny details that felt personal, that made the space feel more like ours.Ellen arrived first, her blond hair tied back and a look of excited determination on her face. “Morning, mama!” she greeted, stepping inside with a shopping bag in each hand. “Ready to make some magic happen?”I laughed softly. “I feel more like a spectator today. I’m as big as a house, Ellen. Don’t expec

CARRIE I gazed down at the tiny bundle in my arms, my heart swelling with a kind of love I had never known before. Leonard Mathew Dalton. My son. My world had finally arrived. I had named him Leonard after my late Dad and Mathew was the name I have always loved. His soft breaths were steady, his little fingers curling around mine as he slept. He had been born just a few weeks ago, filling a void in my heart I hadn’t even realized was still there. The moment I held him for the first time, everything else had faded; my heartbreak, my past, even the pain I had endured bringing him into the world.Now, as I sat in the nursery, rocking him gently, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much Leo resembled his dad. The resemblance was uncanny, he even had the same birthmark Shane had under his jaw.“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised,” I told myself. The Blackwood gene had always been strong; most of the family looked alike.Carl had been overjoyed when I gave birth, fussing over me and Leo like a