All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: After My Rebirth: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

|• DELORESAaron’s gaze shifted from me to Devan. Devan, always polite, straightened slightly and gave a small nod. “Mr. Monroe.”Aaron only nodded back, curt and distant, before his attention returned to me.“What are you doing here?” he asked.The question made something in me snap.I let out a small scoff. “I could ask you the same thing.”My eyes drifted past him, landing on Tasha again.She stood there quietly, but there was nothing quiet about the way she looked at me. There was no respect. No friendliness. Just something cold. Something sharp.Like she hated me.And the feeling was mutual.My chest tightened slightly as flashes of my past life ran through my head again. The pictures. The betrayal. The pain. The way everything had ended before I could even get answers.I had died because of them.Because of him.And now she was standing right here… beside him… like she belonged there. I swallowed, forcing my expression to remain calm even though my emotions were anything but.I

|• DELORESBy the time I got back to the hotel, I felt… off. Not tired, not exactly upset, just unsettled—the kind of feeling that sits quietly in your chest and refuses to go away no matter how much you try to ignore it. I kicked off my shoes the moment I stepped into my room and walked further in slowly, like my body was here but my mind hadn’t caught up yet.Devan’s words kept replaying in my head.He looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world.I shook my head lightly, almost immediately rejecting it. No. I didn’t want to believe that. I couldn’t. Instead, I forced my mind to go somewhere else—somewhere real, something that made sense. My past life. The pictures. The betrayal. The pain.I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in slowly, and I saw it again. The message. The image. Aaron and Tasha. Too close. Too familiar. Too wrong. I remembered how my hands had shaken when I saw it, how my chest had tightened, how everything had started falling apart in that m

|• DELORESThe next day, I woke up with my chest tight and my stomach twisting in knots. Today was the scene everyone had been waiting for—the kiss. Rehearsals had been safe, distant. Now, it was real. And with the trending posts and speculation still swirling in my mind, I felt… panicked.I couldn’t stop thinking about it. This scene wasn’t just a kiss. It was Yvette and Mike reconciling, the emotional heart of the story, the one where Yvette and Mike finally kissed after reconciling. It was beautiful, but right now, it felt like stepping onto a stage built entirely of knives.I forced myself to breathe, slow and steady, repeating Sylvie’s mantra over and over. Focus. You need the divorce. Don’t let him confuse you. But every repetition felt hollow against the rising anxiety that wrapped around my chest like a vice.Makeup done. Hair styled perfectly. Costume fitted. Everything ready. I went to the set, my steps slow, like each one required an effort I didn’t have. And then I saw him

|• AARONI shouldn’t have come.Every step I took toward the studio today, that thought echoed in my head like a warning I didn’t want to hear. I knew it would be hard to see her. I knew it would make me lose focus. And yet… I couldn’t stay away. Not today. Not when I knew the scene they were shooting.The kiss scene.My stomach twisted just thinking about it. Yvette and Mike. Delores and Devan. The way they’d have to lean into each other, the way she’d cry, the way he’d—he’d kiss her. And me… sitting here, watching, powerless.I took a deep breath as I stepped inside the set. Bright lights. Cameras. Crew moving everywhere. Laughter and chatter filling the room, yet all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, the sudden, sharp ache that started low in my chest and spread like fire up to my throat.I saw her first.Delores. Sitting on the edge of the set, her back straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her makeup flawless, her hair perfect, her costume pristine. She looked… c