All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND REGRET! (I married his billionaire step brother): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Astor sat in his office, staring at the screen of his laptop. His mind was elsewhere, his usual focus splintered by a growing sense of unease. Something wasn’t adding up. Charlotte’s sudden presence in his life had already complicated things, but now William’s interest in her was tipping the balance further.He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the desk as he replayed the interactions he’d witnessed between Charlotte and William. The stolen glances, the tension that crackled in their conversations—it all felt deliberate, like a move on a chessboard he hadn’t anticipated.But confronting Charlotte wasn’t the answer—not yet. He needed more information, and he needed it fast.Picking up his phone, Astor dialed a number and waited for the call to connect. “Harrison,” he said, his voice cold and clipped.The man on the other end of the line responded immediately. “What do you need, sir?”“I want a full report on William’s activities over the past month,” Astor ordered.

His Darkest Secrets “Are you alright, Charlotte?” Elaine’s familiar voice rang from the other end of the phone, her tone laced with genuine concern.Charlotte leaned against the counter in the kitchen, her fingers gripping the phone tightly. “I’m fine,” she replied, though her voice betrayed the turmoil bubbling inside of her.Elaine, ever perceptive, wasn’t convinced. “Fine? Really? Because you sound like you’re ready to either scream or cry, or both.”Charlotte let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through her hair. “It’s just… everything. Being here, dealing with him, dealing with this house, it’s a lot.”“Him,” Elaine repeated, her tone teasing now. “By ‘him,’ you mean the very wealthy, very broody Mr. Astor Harrington, right?”Charlotte rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, him.”“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Elaine said. “If I were in your shoes, I’d be taking bubble baths in that mansion every night and letting Mr. Harrington brood all he wants. I

019It's Non of your business Charlotte stood outside Astor’s office door, her fists clenched at her sides. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, doubts, and fears, but one thought stood above the rest, she needed answers. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open without knocking.Astor looked up from his desk, his grey-brown eyes narrowing. “Charlotte,” he said, his tone sharp. “This better be important.”“Oh, it’s important,” Charlotte snapped, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “What’s in the locked room?”Astor’s expression darkened instantly. He leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. “I told you before, Charlotte, that’s none of your business.”“None of my business?” she repeated, her voice rising. “Someone’s been leaving threatening notes in my room, watching me and Jasmine, and you expect me to stay quiet? To ignore the fact that there’s something in this house you don’t want anyone to see?”Astor stood abruptly, his towering presence filling the

---“Jasmine!” Charlotte screamed, her voice echoing through the room. Her sudden outburst startled Jasmine, who was still in Astor’s arms.Jasmine flinched, her tiny fingers gripping the fabric of Astor’s shirt as she looked at her mother with wide, confused eyes.Astor’s brow furrowed as he turned to Charlotte, his expression a mixture of curiosity and irritation. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his tone clipped.Charlotte didn’t answer. She hissed under her breath, her gaze darting between Jasmine and Astor, before spinning on her heel and storming out of the room.“Mommy?” Jasmine called after her, but Charlotte didn’t turn back.Astor sighed and set Jasmine down gently. “Go play, kiddo,” he said, ruffling her hair. “I’ll check on her.”---Meanwhile, across town, William paced in his dimly lit apartment, his phone pressed to his ear.“Is he out yet?” he asked, his voice low and tense.“About stepping out,” the voice on the other end replied.William smirked, his fingers tighte

Charlotte hesitated at the door, her heart hammering in her chest. The strange noises she’d heard earlier were louder now, muted thuds, followed by what sounded like heavy, uneven breaths. She pushed the door open cautiously, unsure of what to expect.The sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks.Astor sat on the floor, his back against the bed frame, one hand gripping his wrist tightly while the other clutched a broken piece of glass. Blood seeped from a fresh cut on his arm, dripping onto the floor in rhythmic patterns. His face was pale.Charlotte’s first instinct was to step back, to leave the room and pretend she hadn’t seen this. But something in Astor’s eyes as he glanced up at her stopped her from moving.“What are you doing here?” he growled, his voice rough.Charlotte swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm. “Astor,” she said softly, taking a step forward. “What’s going on?”“Leave,” he snapped, turning his gaze away from her.She ignored his command, moving clo