All Chapters of Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SHANEMonday midday, I was sitting behind my desk and I was supposed to be reviewing a pile of contracts on my desk; endorsements, quarterly budgets, expansion proposals but the words kept blurring together, my mind refusing to stay in focus.Guilt had a strange weight. Heavy yet hollow at the same time. I had been carrying it like a stone under my ribs since.I still saw Nathaniel’s frail face when I closed my eyes.I still heard Cathy’s cold, vicious confession.And I still replayed every stupid, blind thing I had ever done to push Carrie away.The more I thought about it, the more it felt like I had been sleepwalking for months and finally woken up, only to realize I had lost the only person who ever truly held my heart with care.I rubbed a hand down my face and forced myself to return to work. If I didn’t finish them before the afternoon meeting, the board would be on my neck for the next week.I had barely managed to sign the second document when my phone rang. The sound jolted

ANDERSThe drive back home was quiet. I drove slowly, not because of traffic, there was practically none but because I wanted the calm to last. My mind was still back in Carrie’s apartment… in her soft laughter, in Leo’s bright giggles, in the warm hum of the lamp-lit living room.I always found joy with her. Peace, too. It was strange how easily both came to me in that small apartment of hers. Most times I felt more at home there than in my own house.And tonight had been… perfect.I could still feel the weight of Leo in my arms, his tiny fingers curling into my shirt. And the way Carrie kept glancing over her shoulder at us, smiling without meaning to. She tried so hard to pretend she didn’t notice the way I adored them both, but I did. God, I did.I loved her. There was no point denying it.But she wasn’t ready; not for a relationship, not for love, not for anything that asked her to open the parts of her heart that had barely begun to heal. And I was ready to wait. Hell, I’d wait

CARRIEBy the time our weekly strategic meeting finally wound down, it was far later than I expected. My brain felt fried from running through campaign numbers, ad impressions, and marketing projections for the last hour. The other directors were packing up their files, some yawning openly, others quietly congratulating each other on a job well done. Emmett’s voice had just faded after his last slide on audience engagement trends, and I could feel the weight of the day settling in my shoulders.I shut my laptop quickly, almost slamming it closed. The glow of the screen vanished, leaving the room feeling smaller, quieter, and somehow more real. My mind immediately drifted home, toward Leo, the nanny, and the quiet house waiting for me. My lips curved into a small, tired smile at the thought of seeing him sleeping peacefully in his little crib.“Carrie, Laura said softly, gathering her papers. Her eyes sparkled with amusement when she noticed my tension. “You look like you’re ready to t

CARRIE I just looked at him again now.Really looked at him.Shane Blackwood; the man I once loved so fiercely it felt like breathing.I had imagined this night so many times in my head.This impossible moment where he would come back.Where he would look at me with regret, with longing, with apology.And in all my fantasies, I felt relief, happiness even. Just the smallest flicker of satisfaction that he had finally realized what he’d lost.But now?Now there was nothing remotely close to happiness inside me.My emotions were a chaotic storm; too many, too big, too tangled. I couldn’t name a single one.I just knew none of them felt good.My throat tightened painfully, like invisible fingers were squeezing around it. My heart kept clenching and unclenching, fighting with itself, fighting with every memory, every wound, every piece of betrayal still lodged under my ribs.I swallowed, hard.And then, because everything felt like it was spinning out of control, the words slipped out be

CARRIE The next morning, I woke up feeling like someone had slipped stones beneath my skin. My entire body was heavy, my thoughts thick and slow, as though my mind had swollen from crying. I barely slept, no more than two hours and every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.Shane standing in my doorway.Shane apologizing.Shane looking as if the world had cracked open under his feet.I hated how much it affected me.I got dressed anyway, moving on autopilot, careful not to stir Leo too early. He was still sleeping peacefully when I kissed his forehead. His soft warmth grounded me for a moment, a reminder that I had a life here, a reality that didn’t include Shane, a future that had nothing to do with him.Still, my stomach churned the whole drive to the station.By the time I walked through the glass doors of the TV station, I already felt like I was fraying around the edges. The reception area was bustling as always; interns delivering files, producers hurrying with coffee, the usual l