All Chapters of Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

SHANEThe music around us was loud as usual, the lights pulsing as usual, the people still moving as if the world outside didn’t exist. But for me, it all felt… distant. Like I was standing on the other side of thick glass, watching everyone else live.Liam and I were in our usual private booth at the back, dim, comfortable, the kind of space only accessible if your last name carried weight. The bottle between us glowed amber under the soft lamp, the ice clinking gently each time one of us reached for a refill.I turned my glass slowly in my hand, watching the liquid swirl. I’d been quiet more than usual these days. Liam noticed; he noticed everything.“So,” he said suddenly, leaning back against the cushion, “what about the AI contract? Have you given it to Shelby’s company? You said her presentation was fantastic.”I set my drink down and shook my head, an automatic reaction. “No. I won’t.”Liam raised a brow. “I thought she was counting on it.”“She is,” I replied, exhaling. “But s

CARRIE The restaurant Ellen picked for our meeting with the party planner was warm and bright, the kind of place that smelled faintly of pastries and cinnamon even though it was well past breakfast time. I arrived a few minutes early, partly because I had rushed out after feeding Leo, and partly because I was nervous.Nervous about planning my son’s first birthday. It was two months away and Ellen had insisted that was the right time to talk to an event planner.Nervous because everything about this…this life, this stability, this possibility of celebration felt surreal. Planning a birthday with the father of my son miles away.Ellen arrived moments later, blowing warm air into her hands before pulling me into a hug.“You look tired,” she said softly, smoothing my hair the way only a sister-in-law who had become a sister could.“I’m always tired,” I muttered, smiling. “That’s my permanent state.”“You’re doing amazing,” she whispered, and I knew she meant it.We settled into our seat

ANDERS“Hmmm, you work too much, it’s time to relax.”My was low, a little husky, the sound of a need I’d been trying to ignore all evening finally pushing its way to the surface. I had returned at around 8pm after a very hectic day. And found Carrie in bed, legs tucked underneath her as she walked on her laptop. I’d perched on the edge of the bed, leaning closer into the soft glow of her laptop screen. It bathed her face in a cool, unreal light.I let my eyes sweep over her; the calm, placid expression of total concentration, the softness of her features that no amount of focus could harden, that little crease of concentration in her brow that always, always melted my heart. It was a tiny line of pure Carrie, and right now, it was a barrier. A wall between her and me. Between her and us.“Just…,” she gave me a quick smile. “A sec. sweetie, I need to send this to Kwame right now.”“Kwame can wait,” I rumbled. Without thinking, I reached for her, my hands sliding over the backs of her

CARRIE Sunday afternoons had a way of stretching themselves out gently, as if the day wanted to linger a little longer before fading. The living room was warm and quiet, sunlight resting lazily on the rug while Leo sat with his tiny legs spread out, batting at his toys with full concentration.Anders and I were curled up on the sofa. My feet rested in his lap, and every now and then he absentmindedly traced his fingers along my ankle. It felt… peaceful. Like the three of us were somehow in our own little bubble; our own world. My phone buzzed on the table. I leaned forward to grab it, and smiled instantly.“It’s Nancy,” I told Anders.He gave me that amused look of his. “Of course it is. She’s part-time godmother, part-time inspector general.”I bit back a laugh and answered. “Hey, Nance.”“Carrie!” she said brightly. “Please tell me you’re home and not drowning in work.”I snorted. “We’re home. Leo is torturing his toys. Anders is pretending to be civilized.”Anders raised his eyeb

CARRIE The last dish clinked into the drying rack, and I turned, leaning my back against the sink. The quiet hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen, a soft counterpoint to the whirlwind of the day. Anders stood a few feet away, a dish towel slung over his shoulder, watching me with that quiet intensity that always made my stomach flutter.“Thank you,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. “For today. For being there when the event planner came to the station. For… just everything with Leo’s party so far. It means the world to me.”He didn’t say anything at first. Just dropped the dish towel and took a slow step forward, then another, until he was right in front of me. The air between us thickened, charged with a familiar, delicious electricity. “Carrie,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “It was my pleasure. You know I’d do anything for you. For both of you.”His hands came up, warm and sure, settling on my hips. Then they slid around to the small of my back, pulling me firml