Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Regret: Too Late to Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Allen had already left when Mia woke up.She noticed it in pieces.The other side of the bed was cold. Too neat. The faint dip in the pillow gone, like it had never been touched. His phone charger unplugged. His closet door half open, one hanger turned the wrong way.She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening.Nothing.No shower running. No footsteps. No low voice on a call he thought she couldn’t hear. Just the hum of the city outside and the soft tick of the clock on the nightstand.She checked the time.6:12 a.m.He never left that early unless something was wrong—or important.Her first instinct was disappointment. It rose quietly, like a bruise you don’t notice until you press it. Today, of all days.Then she pushed it aside. She’d gotten good at that. At rearranging her expectations so they didn’t hurt as much.She rolled onto her side and reached for her phone.No message.Not even a note on the counter.Still, she smiled a little. A small, private one.He’s

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and something faintly sweet, like flowers left too long in water.Mia sat in the plastic chair with her hands folded in her lap, staring at the scuffed toe of her shoe. The room was too white. Too bright. Every sound echoed—the shuffle of nurses’ shoes, the soft murmur of voices behind curtains that didn’t quite close all the way.She hadn’t told anyone she was there.Not Allen. Not a friend. Not even herself, really. She’d just woken up with that feeling again—heavy, insistent. A quiet knowing that refused to be ignored.The nurse smiled at her kindly. Too kindly. “You can look now.”Mia’s breath caught.She looked down.Two lines.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.“Oh,” she whispered.The sound came out small. Fragile. Like it might break if she said it any louder.The nurse said something—congratulations, next steps, dates—but Mia barely heard her. Her heart was pounding too hard, a dull roar in her ears. She pressed her palm

The apartment was silent when she woke up.Not the quiet of peace, not the calm of early morning. Just absence.Allen hadn’t come home. Mia lay on her side, staring at the ceiling. The shadows of the blinds stretched across the walls, sharp and cold, cutting lines through the dim light. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the hollow where his warmth had been. His absence wasn’t just emptiness. It was a weight pressing down, a slow, suffocating pressure she hadn’t known she could feel.She stayed there for a long time, listening to the faint hum of the city outside, to the quiet rhythm of her own breathing. Each inhale was shallow. Each exhale trembled. She wondered when this had started—this creeping, gnawing feeling that the life she had built with him was nothing more than a story she had told herself to sleep at night.Eventually, she rose. Her legs felt heavy, almost foreign. She moved through the apartment slowly, as if rediscovering it for the first time. Everything smelle