All Chapters of Her Billionaire Ex-Husband’s Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RICKON My name is Rickon Lionel, yes of the same ‘Lionel family’, the same guy that left his father's company to go to strangers because I decided to become an artist instead. I had no interest in the family business or the politics that came with it and I have known that pretty well since I was ten years old and my father knew that well enough. I had thoughtful parents so they supported me every step of the way. Sadly they passed away in a car crash and that was the first time I knew how vile and disgusting human beings could be. The rest of the family dug their claws into the properties, fighting among themselves for the company’s takeover. No one cared how I was doing or how I was grieving, I was sixteen when that happened and they only came after me when they found out I was the next of kin to everything my parents owned so they came after me in the pretense of caring, trying to make me sign documents I couldn’t even understand. I had to grow up early. At sixteen, while I wa

RAE I kept peeking my head into the cot every second to be sure he was breathing in his sleep. I was surrounded by some sort of paranoia me that felt like something was going to take him away from me. We both spent a while in the hospital. I was recovering from the accident trauma while he was growing slowly. The first time I was allowed to breastfeed him, I cried. I couldn’t stop the tears. It felt unreal, like I didn’t deserve to hold something so fragile, so alive. I was forever grateful that they saved his life. I would give my life over and over again just to make sure he survived. “My baby” my eyes became teary as I stared at him, he was so tiny. I wondered what he was dreaming about that brought a smile to his lips “I am going to cherish you forever” I sniffled slowly touching his tiny cheek They brought him to my ward for a few hours a week before he was returned to the facility. All I did was stare at him. He felt too fragile to hold in my hands. I always got scar

I didn’t dare sleep all night The first thing I did after mentally settling down was to go clothes shopping. The thrift store didn’t have anything that called out to me so I stepped into a clothes store, I didn’t want to spend too much on just clothes but I also wanted to look good enough not shabby with worn-out clothes. I need something good at least. Just like before, I kept it simple. A pair of black pants, a straight black short skirt, two jackets, one black and the other brown. A black coat, not oversized this time, and a used black purse to match. When it came to the shoes, I chose quality. Something that would last through the struggle. I settled for a pair of leather heels, simple and strong, the perfect choice for what I was about to face. I made sure I didn’t spend so much on clothes. All together it cost five hundred dollars only because the shoe was a little over a hundred dollars and coats are expensive. I had a baby to take care of. It wasn’t about me anymore. I

I couldn’t just stay quiet while he spoke down on me. I was tired of being quiet. “Did you call me here to berate me?” I asked “You promised to give me a job” “I never promised shit” he casually said returning to his seat “Is that the type of man you are?” I challenged him not backing down “What type of man?” I asked “A wimp?” I asked and watched his face fold into a scowl “A man that doesn’t keep to his words is a wimp” I added “You know you are talking to the only person who can change your life?” I asked “I asked for a job, I don’t want your money or your gift. I want to work. I don’t know if it makes me sound ungrateful but I am willing to return everything to you” I said because that was how I truly and truly felt “Your husband had a literal bounty on your head, that no one should hire you” he said “Ex-husband” I corrected “I wanted to see the worst he could do once I give you a job” he shrugged ignoring me “But you are dead now, what can a dead woman do for me?”

I roughly packed the papers back into the file and flung my purse over my shoulder before quickly scribbling the address I had found online on a piece of paper, then I dashed out. I had to somehow convince him to have his work displayed. I didn’t have a plan or know how I was going to approach it, but I didn’t have any other idea apart from meeting with him and trying somehow.As I waved down a taxi, from the corner of my eyes I saw Rickon step out of a car.“Shit” I cursed under my breath and quickly looked awayI pretended not to see him and hailed a taxi even faster. When one stopped in front of me, I hopped in still not looking back.“Here” I handed the piece of paper to the taxi driver“This is out of town” he said staring at me through the front mirror“Yeah I know just go” I hurried him, peeking behind me to confirm he didn’t see me get into the cab“It would cost you double” he didn’t seem bothered “Why?” I asked“Because it is out of my way” he shrugged“What does that mean