Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Discarded Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

|| Isabella's POV ||Everything happened so fast after that.I felt the warm wetness soaking through my nightgown, pooling on the marble floor beneath me. My water had broken.The commotion attracted Mrs. Rivera, who came running, her face pale with panic when she saw me doubled over, gripping the window ledge."Mrs. Styles! Oh God, we need to get you to the hospital. Now!"She called for help, and suddenly the house was alive with movement. Hands lifting me, voices shouting instructions, the blur of being half-carried, half-dragged to the car.Everything after that was fragments.The car ride—every bump in the road sending fresh waves of agony through me. The bright lights of the emergency room. Voices shouting medical terms I couldn't process. Hands lifting me, moving me onto a gurney.And through it all, the blood.So much blood that even through my pain, I felt the cold grip of fear."She's hemorrhaging—""BP dropping—""Get Dr. Morrison, now!""My baby," I gasped, my voice barely

|| Isabella's POV ||I was discharged from the hospital three days later and returned home to recuperate.The house felt different now. Larger. Emptier. Even with Sophie in my arms, even with Mrs. Rivera fussing over us both, I felt the weight of isolation pressing down on me.Since Aaron wouldn't agree to a divorce, I had to find another way.I couldn't stay trapped in this marriage forever. Couldn't raise my daughter in this cold, hostile environment where she'd be fought over like a prize, where her grandmother saw her as property and her father saw her as an obligation.I needed a plan.I named my daughter Sophie—after my grandmother, the only person in my family who'd ever shown me unconditional love. Aaron hadn't objected when I'd told him, had barely acknowledged the name at all. Just a curt nod before he'd disappeared back into his study.In the quiet hours while Sophie slept, I'd been making calls. Research. Preparation.I hired a lawyer—a sharp woman named Ms. Chen who specia

|| Aaron's POV ||I'd been thinking about Isabella bringing up the topic of divorce for days now.The conversation replayed in my mind at the most inconvenient times—during board meetings, while reviewing contracts, late at night when I should have been sleeping. Her face when she'd asked for it. The desperation in her voice. The way she'd clutched Sophie against her chest as if I might rip the baby away at any moment.And then her pathetic attempt to convince me she could raise Sophie alone.The image of Isabella struggling to explain to me how she could raise the child was still lingering in my mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard I tried to dismiss it."I'll find a job," she'd said. "I'll work hard. I'll provide for her."This selfish woman—what ability did she have to raise my child properly? She had no work experience, no marketable skills, no resources beyond what I provided. She just wanted to use Sophie to continue to hold me hostage, to maintain her access to the Styles f

CHAPTER EIGHT|| Aaron's POV ||Why was William here?The question pounded through my mind as I led Isabella down the hallway toward the main drawing room, acutely aware of her presence beside me.William. My grandfather. The founder of Styles Group. The man who held absolute power within the Styles family—more power than my father had ever wielded, more power than I currently held despite my position as CEO.He shouldn't be here. He should be resting at the old house, under the watchful eyes of his medical team. His health had been fragile ever since the scandal broke a year ago, when news of my one-night stand with Isabella had gone public.When the media had discovered I'd gotten some unknown woman pregnant, William had been so enraged that he'd collapsed. He'd been rushed to the hospital, spent weeks bedridden while doctors fought to stabilize his condition.And then, when Isabella's pregnancy had been confirmed, when there was no denying the situation, William had issued his ultim

CHAPTER TEN|| Isabella's POV ||Two weeks had passed since I'd agreed to stay in this marriage.Two weeks of living in the Styles mansion, sharing space with Aaron but barely speaking to him. Two weeks of cold distance, of being his wife in name only while I counted down the days until I could figure out some way—any way—to escape this prison.But today, I had a different problem.James had asked to meet me. My father's best friend, the man who'd been more of a parent to me than my own family. The urgency in his text had made my stomach clench with anxiety.Now, sitting in my car outside the quiet coffee shop where we'd arranged to meet, I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for whatever bad news was coming.Because it had to be bad news. Nothing good ever came from urgent, private meetings anymore.I stepped out of the car and made my way inside.The coffee shop was tucked away from the main streets—a place where we could talk without being seen by anyone from either of ou