All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: After My Rebirth: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

|• DELORESThree Days Later…Aiden was already going crazy and frustrated. He had been trying to gather evidence on Estella, but the ones he had weren’t going to make anything happen. Nothing would stick. Every time he thought he had her cornered, she slipped through like smoke. He ruffled his hair and plopped down on the chair.The fact that Samantha was going to be taken to rehab in two days was more than enough reason for him to lose his mind. It wasn’t just rehab—it was isolation. A silent erasure. Once she was in, Estella would make sure she never came back the same.He needed to do something before they wouldn’t be able to do anything at all. He massaged his temple as he tried to think.He groaned and patted his head, his eyes already red from all the late night work and browsing. He had never been this stuck in his life. Samantha had good record. There was no way the police would believe such a thing. After thinking for a while, Aiden decided the only for him to be able to act

|• DELORESI know as an actress one would think I’d literally traveled all over the world due to shoots, modeling and different things that required me leaving my own country, but before the whole saga of me going on hiatus, finding out Aaron was cheating on me, dying and getting reborn, I’d not really been to Paris.I’ve heard stories about it, especially from Sylvie—since she was basically born and raised here in Paris before coming to Los Angeles to begin her acting career—and I have always wanted to see what it was like.As soon as we landed, Halden checked in on me and the crew members and made sure everything was settled before we stepped out of the airport.Paris.I can’t even explain the way the air felt different the moment I stepped out. It wasn’t just cold, it was… soft. Like the city itself was welcoming me gently, like it knew I had been through too much and needed something new.I adjusted my coat slightly, my eyes moving slowly over everything around me.The buildings w

|• DELORESThe first take started quietly. I stepped onto the street set, feeling the cobblestones under my heels, the faint smell of coffee drifting from a corner café, the hum of Paris waking up around me. Devan was already there, in character, eyes scanning the street as if he truly believed he might bump into someone familiar. I let Yvette take over almost immediately. My own heartbeat slowed, my thoughts receding until all that existed was her. Four years had passed. Four years of heartbreak, of lost love, of finding herself. Yvette was done waiting. She wasn’t going to linger to hear excuses or apologies. She would pass him by, even if her chest ached to hear what he wanted to say.Devan stepped closer, his presence filling the frame without effort. His voice was soft when he said, “Yvette?” and it was the exact weight of recognition and longing the scene demanded. I froze for just a fraction of a second, letting the weight of the years hit Yvette before I stepped forward, me

|• AARONI sank into the leather chair, glass of wine in hand, legs crossed, but I wasn’t tasting the wine. My eyes were glued to the screen. Delores. Watching her speak, watching her move, the way she smiled—it hurt in ways I hadn’t expected. Not because I hadn’t seen her before, but because I’d been trying for months to win her back, and still, there were parts of her that I couldn’t reach.She talked first about her career, her comeback, how she became the face of Belle Skincare, how modeling had put her back in the spotlight. I nodded slowly to myself, taking in every word, every inflection, every pause. She was calm, composed, confident but even through the polish, I could see her truth.And then came the question I knew would come, the one I had been dreading: Why did she go on hiatus immediately after we married?I felt the tightness in my chest grow, but I stayed seated, listening. Her answer came in that soft, deliberate voice I loved, a voice that could still make me feel t

|• DELORESBy the time we wrapped up for the day, my body felt tired, but my mind didn’t. If anything, I felt… awake. Like something inside me had been waiting for this moment all day.Sylvie.I changed out of my costume quickly, slipping into something more comfortable but still warm enough for the evening air. Paris was beautiful during the day, but I had a feeling it would be even more magical at night.When I stepped out, she was already waiting for me, leaning casually against a car like she had all the time in the world.“There she is,” Sylvie said with a grin.I rolled my eyes, smiling as I walked toward her. “You act like you’ve been waiting for hours.”“I have,” she said dramatically. “Do you know how hard it is to sit still when Paris is right there waiting?”I laughed softly. “You haven’t changed.”“Of course not,” she replied, looping her arm through mine. “Now come. I’m stealing you.”I didn’t argue. I didn’t want to.The car ride was short, and soon enough, we were walki