All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“What!” I stared incredulously at Jeff, did he realize what he was asking me to do? I had just entered the house after three days in the hospital and the first thing that he could say to me was this?“Irene has the same blood type as you, what's wrong with you donating to her?” He asked coldly and a sound of disbelief escaped my mouth.I couldn't believe he was asking this of me, I had stayed at the hospital for three days, praying that my baby does not miscarry and not once had he visited or asked about me and finally, I was discharged and the first thing my husband could say to me was to donate blood for his mistress?”Tears sprang to my eyes, he makes it so difficult for me to keep loving him yet I just couldn't let go.“I can't…” I whispered and he grabbed my arm.“Irene is pregnant and I will not risk her losing the baby, so yes Claire, you can and you will”. He gritted.What about me?I wanted to scream and I held his gaze.“Would you treat me the same way if I was pregnant?” I a

CLAIREI screamed until my lungs hurt, why won't the doctor listen to me?I struggled as I was placed on a slab in the theatre and my pleas fell on deaf ears. Jeff owns this hospital, it was owned by his mother and he had inherited it from her. In the five years of our marriage, I had only step here when he needed me to act as his wife for the camera or when his grandfather was in the country. Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value.The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard.The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me.I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”. If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.I could see Jeff standing by the door watching each process, his cold g

The darkness was thick and heavy, pressing down on claire from all sides.She tried to open her eyes but her lids felt weighted, glued shut. Her body wouldn't respond to her commands. She couldn't move her fingers or her toes or anything.Am I dead?The thought drifted through her mind slowly.Maybe this was what death felt like. Floating in nothingness, aware but not alive."My baby." The thought jolted through her like electricity. She tried harder to move, to wake up, to do something.A beeping sound reached her ears. Steady, rhythmic like a machine.Hospitals have machines and dead people don't go to hospitals.She forced her eyes open. The light was dim, not the harsh fluorescent glare of the operating room. Her vision was blurry, unfocused. Shapes moved in and out of clarity."Claire?"A voice. Male. Familiar but not Jeff's.She blinked hard, trying to clear her sight. A face materialized above her. Older, lined with worry.Howard Anderson. Jeff's grandfather."Claire, can you h

Jeff's words echoed in her head and she felt something die inside her chest.She was barely cold in the earth and he was already talking about marriage to Irene.Claire's hand slipped from the monument and her knees buckled as she stumbled backward, catching herself against the cold marble.He never loved her and he never would.That moment of grief on his face and the tears in his eyes had meant nothing at all because it was all an act.She had been so stupid to come here and so pathetic to hope for something that would never exist.Her chest felt tight and her throat burned as tears streamed down her face silently.She contemplated stepping out from behind the monument and confronting him right there, telling him she was alive and watching his face. But what would be the point when he'd just made it clear that Claire being gone was exactly what he wanted?No, it was better this way and better that she stayed dead to him forever.She had to leave before she fell apart completely.Cla

The phone rang in Howard's pocket and he pulled it out, his expression going carefully blank when he saw the name on the screen.He was here to say goodbye to Claire."I need to take this." He stood from the chair and headed outside.He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door softly behind him before answering."Jeff.""Grandpa." Jeff's voice sounded tired. "Do you have a minute?""What do you want?"There was a pause on the other end. "I was hoping we could have lunch tomorrow. There's something I need to tell you." "What is it?" He asked curiously and briefly wondered if his grandson ever missed his wife."I'd rather discuss it in person." Another pause. "Please. It's important."He wanted to refuse but curiosity and anger made him agree, Claire would be long gone by tomorrow anyways. "Fine. Tomorrow at one.” He grumbled."Thanks, Grandpa. I'll see you then."The line went dead and he stood there in the hallway staring at his phone.He could already guess what Jeff wanted