Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regret Losing His Billionaire Ex-Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Evelyn's POV"But I have nowhere to go," I whispered, my voice trembling so hard it barely sounded like mine. My mind raced and my heart hammered in my chest. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. "Ryan, please. Don't do this. Don't divorce me."I was desperate, drowning in a sea of my own fear. It was only then that I remembered the paper. The small, crinkled piece of hope that was supposed to be my salvation. I scrambled toward the living room, my hands shaking as I grabbed the report from my bag. I rushed back to him, thrusting it into his view."Look!" I cried, my eyes searching his face for a flicker of something, anything. "Ryan, look. I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby. You can’t leave me now. Not like this. We have to make this work. For the sake of our child. I’m begging you. Please."I held my breath, waiting for the shock to turn into warmth. I waited for him to take the paper, to pull me into his arms, to tell me he was sorry.Instead, Ryan’s brow furrowed into a deep, cli

Evelyn’s POVWhen I finally opened my eyes, the smell of disinfectant stung my nose. I was in a hospital."You’re lucky," the nurse said, checking my IV drip. "Someone found you collapsed on the side of the road two blocks away from the Harrington estate."My heart went cold. Two blocks away? Daphne was clever. She didn't want my body found near her doorstep, so she had her men dump me like a bag of trash in a different neighborhood to protect the Harrington name.Suddenly, I remembered the liquid. The pain. The vial.I sat up so fast my head spun, my hands flying to my stomach. It felt flat. Empty. I grabbed the arm of a passing doctor, my eyes wide with terror."The baby... please, tell me. Is it gone? Did I lose the baby?"The doctor looked at me with pity and gently patted my hand. "The fetus is still there. It’s a miracle, considering the toxins found in your system. But the situation is very unstable. You’ve suffered severe trauma. You need absolute bed rest and medication, or y

Eight Years LaterEvelyn’s POVThe massive iron gates of the estate slid open silently. A line of four black armored SUVs sat idling on the gravel driveway, their engines humming like restless beasts.I stepped out of the front doors, the midday sun catching the diamonds on my wrist. I adjusted my oversized black sunglasses, my silk trench coat billowing in the breeze. Behind me, a small army of uniformed maids and valets hurried to load the last of the designer trunks into the lead vehicle. My head of security, Lucas, stood by the car door, his hand resting near his holster as he scanned the perimeter."Mommy, I’m sleepy," a small, sweet voice chirped.I looked down and smiled, my heart softening instantly. My daughter, Ivy, stood there looking like a literal princess in her custom-made pink lace dress. She was rubbing her eyes, letting out a tiny yawn."I know, my angel," I said, taking her small hand in mine."I don't like long trips," Ivy pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly.

Evelyn's POV I stood there, hand extended, watching the color drain from Ryan’s face.Eight years. I’d spent hundreds, if not thousands of nights imagining this very moment. I thought I would be angry. Emotional. I thought my hands would shake with the urge to scream at him for the child he tried to discard and the life he tried to erase.But as I looked at him, all I felt was a cold, refreshing sense of peace.Ryan looked like he had seen a ghost. Beside him, Daphne looked even worse. Her face was twisted, her expression sour, as if she’d just swallowed something rancid.A triumphant smile tugged at my lips. Yes, the woman they had kicked to the curb was now the powerful titan standing over their crumbling empire.Ryan’s hand reached out, moving as if in a trance to meet mine. Just as his fingers were about to touch my skin though, Daphne snapped. She lunged forward, grabbing his arm and yanking him back with a force that nearly made him stumble."What are you doing, Ryan!" she hiss

Evelyn’s POVThe smell of pancakes and sizzling bacon wafted through the air, pulling me from sleep. I walked downstairs to find Ivy already at the dining table, her little cheeks stuffed with food. She looked like a happy squirrel."Morning, Mommy!" Ivy chirped, her eyes bright. "Mila’s pancakes are the best in the whole wide world!"Mila looked up from the stove, a warm smile on her face. "Oh, she’s just saying that so I’ll give her extra chocolate chips,” Mila winked at Ivy. Mila was more than a chef to us. She’d won a national culinary competition. That competition propelled her to a rising star in a five-star kitchen. But she’d had a falling out with her bosses. They tried to pull a fast one on her and severely underpay her. So that’s when I stepped in. I didn't just buy her contract; I gave her a home. Now, she only cooked for the people she loved—us."She speaks the truth, Mila,” I said with a bright smile. “Your pancakes really are the best. Extra chocolate chips or not.” Mil