All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: After My Rebirth: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

|• DELORES“You want to divorce Aaron?” she asked, her expression serious. I bit down on my lower lip and nodded my head.She didn’t say anything. The silence stretched, and I became uncomfortable. I was about to say something when she suddenly smiled.“Oh thank God!” she threw her hands in the air, and I raised an eyebrow. “I thought this day would never come.” She breathed a sigh of relief.I stared at Sylvie like she had grown two heads. “I thought… I thought you were—““Oh please, I was just trying to process it,” she chuckled and sipped her wine. “Aaron is a pain in the ass and you know it. I’ve seen him do so many things that warrant divorce, but I couldn’t say anything because you were so in love with him and I didn’t want to break your heart.”I wanted to tell her she would have told me sooner. That way, I’d have avoided all this dying and coming back to life thing.But it made sense. I wouldn’t want to say anything I knew would hurt her too.“Thanks. But there is one problem,

|• AARON“The paparazzi were wild, but her best friend was able to turn the situation around by calling her bodyguards.”I let out a sigh of relief and nodded. “And what about the negative comments and blogs about her?” I asked, standing to my feet and taking my car keys.“Successfully taken down, sir.” Shawn bowed.I nodded and walked out of the office. “Cancel any appointments I have today. Reschedule the most important ones,” I said to April, my personal assistant, as I walked past her desk.“But sir—”I didn’t wait to hear anything else she had to say. I needed to see Delores and be sure that she was fine. I knew how much she hated the paparazzi and their camera flashes.Her father died when she was still at the peak of her career, and while she was still mourning him, the media had already surrounded the hospital building. She’d finally stepped out, only for them to surround her, flashing their cameras in her face and asking her different questions.Dizzy and disoriented, she’d p

|• DELORESThe building had not changed.Same pale stone walls. Same narrow glass doors that reflected you back at yourself before you were ready to be seen. I paused outside for a second, not because I was nervous, but because habits die slowly. This place had once been familiar. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.The air smelled faintly of perfume and coffee. The waiting area was already occupied. Three actresses sat there, legs crossed, scripts on their laps, phones in their hands. They did not look up immediately. They never did. Recognition always came a second later. Like a delayed reaction. Like a bruise blooming.I felt it before I heard it.The shift.One of them glanced up. Her eyes widened just enough to betray surprise before she masked it with indifference. Another followed. Then the third. Their gazes met briefly, silently. An agreement passed between them without words.I signed my name at the front desk.“Delores Monroe,” I said quietly.The assistant looked a

|• DELORES I walked into the house and was a bit happy that there was no sign of Aaron at home. He was probably at work doing what he knew how to do best — cheating on me. I was done with trying to give him the benefit of doubt. He can do whatever he wanted to do, be with whoever he wanted to be with, I didn’t care.Once this six month cooling period is over, we would go our separate ways for good.That was exactly what I wanted but why was my heart still stinging? I sighed and shook my head, this wasn’t the time to think about Aaron or have conflicting thoughts. I needed to find a new strategy.Half of the companies I applied for a role rejected me. I’m guessing it wasn’t just because I went on hiatus but because I was a one man army. I didn’t have an agency to fight for me or put in good words for me.I don’t even think my former agency would agree to take me back. I would have called Jared—my former agent—to help, but I doubt he will. He valued exposure as much as he valued talent

|• DELORESI froze when I felt his hand pull mine back. My chest stiffened, and I tried to yank it free, but he didn’t let go. He always acted like he had some right to take care of me. Like I needed it. Like I was still the same Delores who smiled at every little thing he did.I hated it. I hated that he thought he could just… do this. I hated that my stomach clenched despite myself. I hated that I still cared, even a little, about what he thought.“I don’t need you to take care of me,” I said again, my voice sharper this time. “And stop pretending like we’re… like we’re friends or something.”He didn’t answer. He never took me seriously unless he wanted to. His eyes were locked on mine, calm, smug almost, like he knew I couldn’t push him away completely.I pulled my hand free finally and stepped back to the far end of the kitchen. My arms crossed over my chest, but I knew it was pointless. “You think you can just keep me here, keep forcing your care on me, and somehow make me… sof