Todos los capítulos de Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Brandon's pov It had been exactly a month since Aria was taken to another country, a month since I left Amelia just to follow Aria in Europe. I didn't trust Richard at all, I didn't want anyone standing a chance to get her… Especially not Ethan.Her grandparents did an amazing job keeping her locked inside, fed lies and brewed so much hate inside of her for him… or so I thought.I knocked on her door lightly, she opened and barely smiled when she looked at me. She lost her spark.“Grandpa is inside,” She said flatly, stepping aside for me to enter.“Are you not going to smile for me? I brought you this beautiful Jewelry.” I smiled, handing her a small jewelry box. She took it lazily and put it in the small drawer.“Thanks, I'll remember to check it out later.” She said, crossing her arms on her chest…she turned and began to walk to the kitchen.Richard was already there, he sat so comfortably on the sofa, discussing something with Thomas that I couldn't quite hear. They saw me and s

Aria kept the phone face-down on the counter while Ethan dressed. She watched him button his shirt—white, crisp, the kind that made him look untouchable...and tried to act normal. He caught her eye in the mirror, paused, and came over.“You okay?” he asked, voice soft.She nodded too fast. “Just tired. Didn’t sleep great.”He kissed her forehead, lingering. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be back by six.”Then he was gone...door clicking shut, elevator humming away. The apartment felt bigger without him. Too quiet. She stared at the phone again. No new message. Good. Maybe it was over.She showered, dressed in jeans and a soft sweater, and tried to focus on the day: grocery run, maybe a walk in the park. Normal things. Safe things. But every few minutes, her eyes flicked to the screen. Nothing. Still nothing. She told herself to forget it. She even left the phone on the table when she stepped out.The city swallowed her up—horns, chatter, the smell of pretzels from a street cart.

Ethan stepped inside with two paper bags—Thai, steaming, the smell of lemongrass and chili filling the hall. He kicked the door shut, grinning like nothing was wrong. “I got extra spring rolls. You always steal mine.” Aria stayed by the window. She didn’t move. He noticed. “Hey. What’s up?” She turned slowly. Her arms were crossed tight, like she was holding herself together. “I got another text today.” His smile faded. He set the bags on the counter. “From who?” “Unknown. Same as this morning.” She pulled out her phone, opened the messages. Her thumb hovered over the last one. “It said… I should ask you about the night my father disappeared.” Ethan went still. Not angry. Not defensive. Just… still. Like the air had been sucked out of him. Aria watched his face. “You know something, don’t you?” He exhaled. Ran a hand through his hair. “Aria—” “Don’t. Just tell me.” He stepped closer. “I don’t know what they’re talking about. I swear.” “But you paused. On the phon

Aria’s cab rolled through Brooklyn, windows down, cold air biting her cheeks. She didn’t look back at the skyline. She didn’t cry. She just watched the streetlights blur into streaks....orange, white, gone. Aria had found out about her mom being alive and where she was currently living. her grandparents had lied so much about it.Her mom’s house was forty minutes away. Old brick, crooked porch, the same porch light she’d left on every night since Dad vanished. Aria hadn’t been there in two years. Not since the wedding. Not since Ethan. The driver glanced at her in the mirror. “You okay, miss?” She nodded. “Just tired.” He didn’t push. She pulled out her phone. No calls. No texts. Ethan hadn’t followed. Good. She needed him gone. She needed space. But the silence hurt more than yelling. She opened her messages...old ones. Ethan’s name popped up: *Miss you already.* *Home safe?* *Love you.* She swiped them away. Then stopped. One from three months ago: *Found a photo of your d

Aria The guest bathroom was smaller than the master one, like always..no one was ever there. No echo off marble walls, just the soft hiss of water filling the tub and the faint scent of lavender from the bath oil she’d poured in. Aria sank into the heat slowly, letting it creep up her calves, her thighs, her waist. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the warmth instead of the ache in her chest.She missed his hands.Not just the way they claimed..possessive, sure...but the way they knew her. How his thumbs would trace slow circles over her hips when he held her from behind, how his palms would cup her breasts like they belonged there, heavy and warm. She missed the weight of him, the way he made her feel small and safe and wanted all at once.Her breath hitched. Heat gathered low in her belly, insistent. She shifted in the water, thighs pressing together, and felt the slickness that had nothing to do with the bath. Her nipples tightened against the cooler air above the surfa