Semua Bab Billionaire's Relentless Pursue: Regret After Divorce : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aurelia,Justin helped me unpack the mattress and pillows that I had ordered earlier. He apologized on Marie’s behalf.I wanted to congratulate him on his anniversary, but I decided not to. Standing there while he was apologizing for her, the same thought crossed my mind again.In his world, I was just a distant acquaintance he occasionally talked about. It hurt, but I was used to it.Gareth and Justin made themselves comfortable in the living room as if they had always belonged there. They slipped into their own world effortlessly, talking about their lives, their routines, and sometimes bringing up Marie—things they had done together, little shared moments that felt so natural to them.I sat on the swing with my laptop open in front of me, my eyes fixed on the screen. But my thoughts refused to stay there. They kept drifting back to them. To Justin.Strangely, I found myself happier seeing him doing well than grieving over the fact that I was no longer part of his world.As the nigh

Aurelia,The afternoon passed with me being swamped with work and virtual meetings, one bleeding into another without pause. I barely had any time for lunch, the hunger dull and persistent in the background, easy to ignore but impossible to forget. So as soon as the evening came and my work was finally done, I returned to the kitchen, my body heavy with exhaustion and my mind still buzzing faintly from the long hours.I didn’t feel like cooking anything. The thought alone felt like too much effort, too much energy I didn’t have. So I grabbed a sandwich and sat at the table, the chair scraping softly against the floor in the quiet house. The thought of Justin having a romantic dinner with Marie, laughing with her, leaning closer to hear her better, kept me on a knife’s edge. It played in my head in vivid fragments I couldn’t shut off.I was jealous, but more than that, I was heartbroken. The kind of heartbreak that sat quietly in the chest, heavy and unrelenting. The fact that I had ac

Justin,It is said that when you find someone interesting, their smallest details begin to hold your full attention.I did not give my attention to her before, maybe. However, now, the way the corner of her lips curved when she smiled, the way her beautiful, slender fingers tucked stray strands of hair despite having that neatly tied bun, the way she tried to open up but controlled herself from oversharing, and the way she would actually listen to me without interrupting—everything, I could not help but notice.It was not loud or obvious. It was quiet, almost dangerous in the way it crept into my awareness. Every little thing about her lingered longer than it should have, settling somewhere in my mind as if it belonged there.Her eyes were enough to tell how much she loved Justin. The old me, who could have begun his life with her, could have held her hand and forgotten about the past…But I had no idea how much I had suffered. So, I should not say anything like this.The thought alon

Aurelia,I couldn’t believe what had happened. The thought kept circling back, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense no matter how many times I tried to replay it in my mind. Justin was interested in me. Not just casually, not just in passing. He had initiated the kiss, had closed that distance between us without hesitation, and now—now he wanted to know me better.It didn’t feel real. It felt like something borrowed from someone else’s life, something fragile that would shatter the moment I reached out to touch it.It was surreal, yet terrifying.I didn’t want to involve myself in another failed relationship. The memory of past disappointments still lingered, sharp and unkind, like scars that hadn’t quite faded. I had had enough of hoping, enough of believing in something that would eventually slip through my fingers. And yet, the way he had looked at me, the way he had asked—there had been something disarming in it. Honest. Gentle.I didn’t know how I could have rejected him.W

Aurelia, The vase had shattered more quietly than I expected. Now I knelt among them. Carefully, I gathered each shard, one by one, placing them into a small cloth bag. I took my time, more than necessary, as though slowing the process could undo what had already happened. The porcelain was cool against my skin, smooth in some places, jagged in others. A sharp edge grazed my finger. I inhaled sharply but did not pull back. A thin line of red surfaced, bright against my skin. I watched it for a second before wiping it absentmindedly against the fabric of my dress. “Still stubborn, I see.” The voice came from behind me. I didn’t turn immediately. I knew who it was. Justin stepped into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind him. He carried a tray balanced effortlessly in his hands, the faint scent of tea and freshly baked bread drifting through the air. “Breakfast in the study,” he announced, as if it were a daily ritual untouched by anything else. I let out a quiet br