All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Bloody Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Julian didn’t wait for explanations.“Evelyn,” he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. “I’m tired of you. Five years of marriage, and you haven't given me a child. I can’t continue this charade.”The words hit her like a physical blow. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat had tightened into a knot; no sound came out.He didn't touch her. He didn't even look at her as he continued.“I’m done. I want a divorce.”The room spun. The familiar comfort of their living room suddenly felt oppressive and alien.‘A divorce?’The word echoed in the suffocating space between them, sharp and incomprehensible.Evelyn’s mind scrambled, grasping for a point of reference, any moment in the last five years that could have led to this glacial pronouncement.There was nothing.Just yesterday, they were fine. More than fine. They had sat side by side on this very sofa, laughing at a silly movie. He had pulled her close, his arm warm and heavy around her shoulders, the unshakable foundatio

The sharp, ringing pain in Evelyn’s cheek was blinding, echoing the thunderous shock in her mind.He had hit her.Julian, the man who had promised to cherish her, had struck her across the face. She swayed, her hand flying instinctively to her burning skin. Her eyes remained fixed on Julian’s chest; she couldn’t bear to look any higher and see the monster behind the mask.The pregnant woman, jolted by the sudden violence, finally found her voice.“Julian! What was that? Who is this woman?” She hurried to his side, her large belly brushing his arm. “Is she the maid? Why is she still here? Tell her to get up! I’m starving, Jules. I want her to cook breakfast now.”Julian didn’t even look at the woman. His fury remained locked on Evelyn.“No. She’s not a maid. And she’s not staying in this house,” he snapped. He turned a threatening glare back to Evelyn. “I’ll deal with you later. Right now, I have more important things to attend to.”He turned, his demeanor shifting instantly as he gui

Though her legs felt like lead, Evelyn dragged herself toward the stairs. She knew the protocol of this house; Julian had what he wanted now. If she lingered for even a moment of recovery, he would return to the room and physically throw her out. That was a humiliation she wouldn't survive.She reached the bottom of the grand staircase, the five-million-dollar card clutched in her hand like a piece of jagged glass.“What are you doing?”The voice made her flinch. Julian stood there, arms folded across his chest, a deep frown carving lines into his face. Claire was nowhere in sight.“What does it look like?” Evelyn countered. She leaned heavily against the banister, pulling her bag down the final step.Her hair was a matted nest, her clothes were soaked through, and mascara ran down her cheeks in dark, ugly rivers. She looked like a woman who hadn't slept in days or perhaps like one who had just survived a shipwreck.Julian’s brows twitched.“I was asking to be sure you were actual

Discharging Evelyn from the hospital was a quiet, somber affair.Sarah didn't let her best friend’s feet touch the ground more than necessary, whisking her away to a cozy guest room in her own home. The contrast was stark. Instead of cold marble and suffocating silence, Evelyn was surrounded by the scent of lavender and the warmth of a true friend.Bandages remained wrapped around Evelyn's head, a stark white crown against her dark hair. She sat on the edge of the plush bed, watching Sarah fuss over the pillows and a tray of soup."Sarah, please," Evelyn said, her voice soft but steady. "Stop hovering. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack.""I can't help it, Eve," Sarah whispered, her hands shaking as she set the tray down. "I'm just... I'm so worried that if I look away, you'll forget where you are."Evelyn reached out, taking Sarah’s hand. "I haven't lost my mind. The doctor said I only lost him. My life, my work, you... It’s all here. It’s just like there’s a black hole

Evelyn felt a lump form in her throat.Looking at Liam, familiar, kind, and clearly devastated by her appearance, made the reality of her situation feel even more raw. She didn't have the words to explain that her husband was a man whose face she couldn't even visualize, or that her "condition" was the wreckage of a life she had been violently ejected from."Liam, I..." Her voice trailed off. She clutched the plate of food, her knuckles turning white.Liam seemed to realize his questions were overwhelming her. He immediately held up his hands, softening his posture."Hey, I'm sorry. I'm doing that thing where I talk too much when I'm nervous," he said gently. "You don't have to explain anything right now. Sarah would kill me if she knew I was interrogating you before you even had breakfast."He stepped aside and pulled out a chair for her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Sit. Eat. I'm just glad you're alive, Eve. Truly."Evelyn sat down slowly, the chair feeling solid beneath her,