All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Elena’s POVI knew that I already set up a meeting with Linda Schwartz. In fact, it’s the thing that I was preparing for during the tail end of the weekend. I really needed her business, so I thought I should go all the way…But I didn’t know that she would show up exactly first thing in the morning, expecting me to just be ready for her.Another thing that she expected that I didn’t know she ever would was someone else’s presence.“Where’s Tristan Blake?”My heart fell right down to the floor after that. “Um…”“I thought you’re doing business with him, no?” She looked around like Tristan would come crawling out of my pockets. “I really was expecting him to be here. Is he gonna be here soon?”That’s when I realize that the only reason she’s doing business with me is because she thought I was working closely with him.I’m not going to lie—that stung a little bit. Knowing that she only agreed to talk to me expecting him to be there is a blow to my pride. But I swallowed it back and smil

Elena’s POVFloored. Yes, floored would be the right term. In a sense that Alexander’s words and his mere presence are enough to nearly send me to the floor out of sheer shock.As though that’s not enough, he even draws a chair for himself and sits down, welcoming himself to my table even without me saying so. He casts a confident glance at the dance floor, knowing that Tristan is well away. Far enough not to see this unfolding.“Surprising, isn’t it?” he asks, like he’s talking about a basketball game result rather than a straight betrayal. “I didn’t know we could find something in common too. But they came to me and gave me some clear insights about how they do things, and I was sold. Russell is quite good at what he does.”I stare at him, knowing that he’s just saying all this stuff to get to me. To get a rise out of me. But I wipe my face free of any emotion.“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new work with Russell,” I say in a soft tone, almost sweet. “I guess I didn’t expect you to

Tristan’s POVI almost miss my turn because of shock.A key to take down Russell.It’s almost too good to be true. I keep glancing at the paper as I drive. Finally, we reach a neighborhood in the outskirts of town, removed from the rest of the city through high gates and fences.“You can stop here, love,” Linda says, patting my arm. “I can walk the rest of the way. I don’t want Hank to see you. He might just flip his lid.”I can tell that she’s over the moon. Her ex seems to actually care where she is and who she’s with. At the very least, even though it’s driven by nothing but selfishness and jealousy, it makes her happy.I swallow hard. “Linda, I don’t want to have this—”“And why the hell not?” She raises an eyebrow. “I want you to have it. It’s what you wanted, right?”“I mean, yeah, but I shouldn’t have come into the scene and expected it from you,” I say. “That was wrong of me and it shouldn’t be rewarded in any way. I’m sorry, Linda. But I can’t take this. It’s completely uneth

Third Person POVFuck this shit.Alexander lets out another scream as he kicks the nearby pot of plant.After the fiasco at the Mexican restaurant, he drove all the way to the Finley-Harrington residence. He will give them a piece of his mind. Because they promised that if he works with them, they will get Elena back.“We’ll cripple Tristan,” Portia promised. “We’re going to pull the rug from under him and he won’t even know it’s happening. Soon enough, Elena will be back in your arms and you’ll have no one but us to thank.”That’s the guarantee that they gave him. He waited for that. He gave them a chance. He thought that they would actually push through with that plan. And why not? He gave them the funds they needed to be able to extend to the East Coast.He even gave them ideas. He knew that the fashion branch of Tristan’s company is suffering. He gave them pointers on how to hurt his business and tank him better. Portia said that she was taking note. He trusted her. He trusted the

Elena’s POV“No,” I say after a pause. “We’re just working together and it’s not anything like that—”“Then you better make it clear to Linda Schwartz.” He takes out an envelope from his pocket, made of lush creamy paper. An invitation. “Because she seems to be under the impression that something else is happening.”He hands it to me. It’s for a charity gala tonight.And the name reads, “For Mr. and Mrs. Blake.”“Oh, god.” My face is a furnace. “I’m so sorry, Uncle Marcus…”I trail off when he laughs.When I look up at him, he winks. “Don’t say sorry to me. I support it.”With that, he walks back into the apartment.And just like that, the biggest smile on my face appears.But it quickly disappears when I realize that I have to tell Tristan about it.I walk back into the apartment too, joining them on the dining table. Tristan is too busy hearing some stories from the kids, who are telling him about their week. He’s happily listening, clinging to every words, just flashing me a smile