Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

SHANEThe first thing I noticed the next morning when I opened my eyes was the way the morning light pooled over her skin. Soft, golden beams slipped through the curtains, catching in her hair and brushing along the curve of her bare shoulder. I had the perfect view, with Carrie lying on her side, face relaxed in sleep, lips parted just slightly, like she was dreaming about something sweet.I’d been awake for a while, not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I didn’t want to waste a second of this, watching her like this, unguarded and peaceful. We’d burned through the night like wildfire, every inch of her etched into my hands, my memory. And yet, I still felt like I couldn’t get enough of her.Her breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of her chest a quiet rhythm in the early stillness. My arm was draped lazily over her waist, fingertips brushing against the warm skin at her hip. The sheet was tangled somewhere at our feet, and the faint scent of her still clung to my skin, a

CARRIE We got to the office very late.Not the kind of late that could be brushed off as traffic or a delayed meeting. The kind of late that made people glance up from their desks, eyebrows lifting, conversations faltering for just a second before picking back up again.The moment we stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, I could feel the ripple of surprise. Eyes darted between us; me in my navy blouse and pencil skirt, Shane in his perfectly tailored charcoal suit, walking side by side like it was what we do everyday.Except it wasn’t.Everyone in this office knew our history; they knew our marriage had been arranged. Everyone knew it hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing. Our public appearances together were rare enough to be worth gossip over.Shane didn’t seem to notice or maybe he did and simply didn’t care. His stride was confident, measured, as if he owned not only the company but also the narrative everyone else thought they knew.When we reached my office door, he stopped.

CARRIE I woke to the warmth of sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains and the faint scent of Shane’s cologne lingering in the air.For a brief moment, I stayed still, savoring the cocoon of warmth under the covers. Then my eyes fluttered open… and I found him watching me.He was lying on his side, head propped up on one arm, his hair slightly tousled and a soft, unreadable expression in his eyes.“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice low, almost husky.“Good morning,” I murmured back, trying to push away the strange, fluttering sensation in my chest.We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds longer, and then something inside me shifted. The smile on my lips faltered, replaced by a heaviness I couldn’t quite disguise.He noticed instantly. His brows drew together in concern. “What’s on your mind, sweetie?”I hesitated, then pushed myself upright, resting my back against the headboard. He mirrored my movement slightly, his attention fixed entirely on me.“This new us…” I

CARRIEBy the time I stepped into the conference room that afternoon, the air was already charged with that particular buzz that only came before high-stakes client presentations. The large screen on the far wall displayed the opening slide of Jordan and Melissa’s pitch deck, their notes neatly stacked in front of them.Mrs. Stanford sat at the head of the table, her posture regal yet relaxed, as though this meeting was just another carefully choreographed scene in her day. She was dressed in an elegant cream pantsuit, her diamond bracelet catching the light whenever she moved her hand. She exuded a confidence that made you want to sit up straighter in your chair without realizing you’d done it.Two men flanked her; one younger, in his late thirties, likely an associate or business adviser, and the other older, with a subtle air of gravitas that suggested he had been in her inner circle for decades. Neither spoke much as we settled in, but their watchful eyes missed nothing.I took m

SHANEI lost all my restraints completely once we got home and stepped inside. I looked deep into her eyes, and she could see how much I wanted her.Carrie let out a small, breathless laugh that was instantly silenced when I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a promise. A claiming.I swept her up into my arms, her surprised gasp music to my ears. She felt so small against my chest, so right. Her arms looped around my neck, holding on as I carried her up the stairs.I took the stairs two at a time, driven by a primal need I could no longer contain. My bedroom door was already ajar. I pushed through it and finally, finally, laid her down in the center of my bed. The springs groaned in protest.For a second, I just drank her in. Sprawled on my dark sheets, her hair fanning out around her, she was a vision. My vision.Then I moved. There was no more patience left in me. My fingers found the hem of her soft dress and pulled it up and over her head