Semua Bab Billionaire's Relentless Pursue: Regret After Divorce : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Aurelia,I barely could stand there, tears streaming down my face, my knees trembling as if they would give in any second. My chest felt tight, each breath scraping my lungs painfully. I never felt that miserable in my life. I wanted to tell Dad that I would like to separate. The words sat heavily on my tongue, choking me. But when I learned that his situation wasn't improving, my thoughts on going through a divorce right after the marriage didn't find its way. Guilt pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating, forcing the thought back into the deepest corner of my mind.I tried everything. Making him breakfast to trying to engage with any kind of conversation, forcing small smiles even when my lips quivered. In last six months, I had done everything to make sure I was the wife he needed. My hands often hovered, unsure where to rest, my voice careful, restrained. But it felt like I wasn't someone important enough to get attention. Each dismissal, each silence, chipped away at something

Justin,"Boss. This is the last meeting. Are you—!""Clear up the schedule. We are going to visit… her father!"The words left my mouth sharply, clipped, as if saying them slower might force me to think more than I wanted to.What was her name again?The realization crept in quietly, like an itch under the skin."Whose?" Finn looked at me with confusion, his brows pulling together slightly.My jaw clenched as I stood up, the chair scraping faintly against the floor. I forgot her name. Well, I never knew her name from the beginning. My tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth before I forced the words out. "My wife's…"Finn's expression shifted into something I couldn't name. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, then pressed together again. He placed the device on the table with deliberate care. "Boss, I have already informed you that Miss Wren's father died on the day we had to attend the international business meeting with BLWD Corporations."My fingers froze mid-air, hoverin

Aurelia,Without a try? Did he really just say that? My chest tightened as the words echoed in my head. He didn’t even have enough time to attend my father’s funeral. Didn’t have enough time to understand my pain. And now he wanted to “try” again? Did he think this was a business deal, something that could be renegotiated with a few empty words?A wave of disappointment and rage washed over me, sharp and suffocating. My fingers curled into my palms as I walked downstairs, my steps restless, my jaw clenched so tightly it began to ache.“Oh. Aurelia? Did Justin leave? I prepared dinner for him!”My mother’s voice floated in from the kitchen, bright and cheerful. Too cheerful. It had been days since I last heard her sound like that, and the contrast made my stomach twist.“Mom. What are you doing in the kitchen?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay calm despite the storm rising in my chest.She turned and smiled at me, the lines around her eyes softening. “I wanted to cook some porridge fo

Aurelia,I climbed downstairs with a serious expression when I saw a woman hugging my mother tightly. The wide back of her frame didn’t help me see who she was until I approached them properly.“Mom?” I called out, reaching the living room.The woman immediately broke the hug and turned toward me. Her eyes shot open as if she had seen something unbelievable. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips.“Oh my goodness! Is this your daughter? She is so beautiful!”She suddenly walked toward me and scanned me from head to toe, her gaze lingering a little too long on my face, my posture, my clothes. Then she looked straight into my eyes and said,“She is beautiful. But did she get your husband’s DNA?”My eyes narrowed at her comment, a faint tightening forming between my brows, but I looked at my mother, who was standing there with a small, fixed smile on her face.“She is one of my friends from childhood and lives overseas. She came here to see me!”The tone of my mother felt odd, slightl

Justin,Her fingers shook as she read the letter her father left for me. Yesterday, I received it through her father’s lawyer, the same man who handled the paperwork of his will and other matters. The envelope had felt heavier than it should have when I held it, the paper inside crisp and unforgiving.I couldn’t help but steal glances at her as she read. Her lashes trembled with each slow blink, her grip tightening and loosening around the letter as if she were afraid it might slip away. Yesterday, I tried to read some books about marriage and love. I failed to understand most of the things. The words blurred together, theories clashing with emotions I couldn’t quite name.At some point, I realized that maybe she deserved better than this marriage. After all, it didn’t work for me. After Mom told me to treat it as a business deal, I realized that I was indeed different. My world was different from everyone else’s.“Why…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Why would Dad ask you to help