All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The sea breeze stopped registering.I stared at Sebastian.My gaze moved from his face to the photo in Poppy’s hand, then back to his face again, as if, if I repeated the route enough times, one of them would turn into something that made more sense.No.The photo was still there.I still looked like a woman in her twenties who hadn’t yet learned that happiness could quietly expire. Sebastian was still standing behind me with his mouth on my cheek and his hand on my waist, as if there had never been anywhere else he wanted to be.And that same man was now sitting two chairs away from me, alive, immaculate, irritating, while our wedding photo lay between the honey and the smoked salmon.Why did that thing still exist?The question entered my head and immediately began multiplying.Who printed it?Sebastian?Luca?One of the old crew members who was sentimental and had no healthy hobbies?Why was it kept on Azzurra? Why hadn’t it been thrown away with the rest of the life he had apparen

“Come on, Daddy. I want a tour.”“A tour of what?”“The sea kingdom.”“The boat,” I said automatically.Poppy pointed at me from Sebastian’s arms. “Mommy, don’t make dreams smaller.”Sebastian stood with Poppy in his arms. The movement was easy, his white shirt pulling slightly at the shoulders, his forearm tensing as it held up that small body. Poppy was chubby, beautiful, and full of opinions, but Sebastian lifted her as if her weight was simply part of the morning.“I’m going to take her to the outer deck,” he told me.“I’m going to pretend you asked permission.”“I’m telling you so you don’t send out a search party.”“My search party will carry decorative weapons.”“I’m aware.”Poppy lifted Bunny high. “Bunny is joining the inspection.”“Bunny is not allowed to touch any buttons,” Sebastian said.“Bunny has impulse control.”I snorted. “No. Bunny was once accused of stealing a spoon.”“That was never proven,” Poppy said.Sebastian walked past the terrace toward the outer deck. Mar

“Jas.”One word.My breath caught there.I stared at my reflection in the suite closet mirror. Pale blue dress. Neat hair. Eyes that looked far too aware for a morning that should have only held pancakes, the sea, and a little girl dressed in a navy coat like the heir to a shipping company.“Hi,” I said.The word came out thin.Bad.Very bad.If my voice had been a dress, I would have told someone to burn it.“Are you okay?” he asked.I closed my eyes.Of course that was what he asked.“I’m okay.”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”“Jas.”Damn it.I walked to the sofa, but I didn’t sit. My body had too much electricity in it to sit. My toes pressed into the soft carpet, and somehow that made me even angrier at this yacht. Even the floor was too polite.“Did something happen?” Adrian’s voice stayed low. “You didn’t pick up. You didn’t answer my message. Salma said you were safe, but she sounded like someone hiding a suitcase full of bodies.”“Salma always sounds like that.” I swallowed a laugh.“N

The phone screen went dark.Just like that.One second, Adrian was still there, his voice still warm in my ear, too calm for a life that was slowly turning into a family crime archive. The next second, all that remained was my reflection in the small black glass of the phone: green eyes that looked too large, lips with lipstick still perfectly in place, and the expression of a woman who, at a glance, could have been thinking about dinner.Excellent.At last, one useful Belsky aristocratic talent: looking as if I were choosing wine while actually watching the house burn from the inside.I lowered the phone to my side.“Daddy, no, Bunny needs to see the ocean too! She has civil rights!”From behind the glass door, Poppy’s voice burst across the deck again.Sebastian answered, lower, almost swallowed by the wind. I couldn’t catch the words, but his tone sounded like that of a grown man who had just realized he was losing an argument to a four-year-old and a cloth rabbit.Damn it.Even fr

After dinner, Poppy finally went down in the most unreasonable way possible.She was asleep on her back in her little bed, still wearing sunglasses crooked enough to nearly cover one cheek and a white faux-fur scarf she had declared her “night captain uniform.” Bunny was wedged beneath her chin. One small hand was still gripping the button of her navy coat, as if there was a chance someone might steal her authority while she slept.I had tried to take the sunglasses off.Poppy, barely conscious, immediately wrapped both arms around her head and whispered, “Captain eyes stay on.”So, well. I gave up.Outside, night stretched black and blue over the sea. The moon hung low, its light falling across the water like someone had spilled liquid silver as far as the eye could see. Azzurra moved steadily beneath my feet, gentle enough that it didn’t feel like we were sailing at all, only gliding through some expensive dream too large to put on a credit card.I rested both elbows against the rail