All Chapters of Billionaire Regret: Gone with Our Newborn: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Evelyn's POVBlair stared at me in complete disbelief, her perfectly composed features twisted with shock and outrage. Her blue eyes widened as if she couldn't comprehend what she'd just heard.How could the same woman who had spent years being a timid pushover suddenly dare to speak to her with such authority? "Since you're not willing to leave," I heard myself saying, my voice shaking with an adrenaline I didn't know I possessed, "then we'll go!"Without thinking, without planning, I grabbed Sebastian's hand and pulled him toward the door. My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe, but I couldn't stop moving."What are you—" Blair's voice rose behind us, sharp and incredulous, but I was already dragging Sebastian through the office doorway."Sebastian! Sebastian, where are you going? You can't just leave with her!" Her voice escalated to something close to a shriek as we rushed down the hallway.I didn't dare look back. I couldn't. My legs felt like they might give out

Evelyn's POVFor a second, I was stunned. Was he... concerned? About me? About my happiness with another man? The thought was so absurd I almost laughed.We had been married for almost seven years. All this time, we'd barely spoken beyond discussions about Sophie's schedule or household logistics. Our conversations were stiff, awkward. A minefield of things left unsaid.Yet now, when we were on the verge of divorce, we were finally able to sit together like civilized adults. Like friends, almost. There were no bitter accusations, no rehashing of old disappointments. Just two people having a calm, rational discussion about the end of their marriage.The irony of it all suddenly struck me as almost funny. Here we were, finally talking like normal people, and it was only happening because we were ending everything.I looked down at my coffee cup, my fingers absently tracing the rim as I processed the strange situation. My palms were slightly red from gripping the warm ceramic, but the

Evelyn's POVI turned at the sound of Sebastian's voice, my heart still racing from the unexpected interruption. His eyes held a gentle warmth as he looked at me, a softness I hadn't seen directed toward me in years."What are you busy with?" he asked, his tone casual but attentive.But before I could answer, my attention was drawn to the small figure beside him, and my breath caught in surprise.Sophie stood there in the most beautiful pink tulle dress I'd ever seen, the fabric shimmering with tiny sequins that caught the evening light. Her dark hair was styled in elegant curls, held back by an intricate headband adorned with pearls and crystals. Even from a distance, I could see the subtle touch of makeup on her young face - a hint of lip gloss, a dusting of shimmer on her cheeks.She looked like a little princess ready for a royal ball."You're going to—" I started to ask, confusion evident in my voice.But Sophie interrupted me, practically bouncing with excitement as she rushed

Evelyn's POVMy heart raced with sudden anxiety. If what this man was saying was true, if Sebastian's broken family situation became public knowledge here, it could destroy whatever business opportunities he was pursuing with the Ambassador's office.The political and social implications of a messy divorce scandal could have far-reaching consequences for Hawthorne Industries. I couldn't let that happen."Who are you?" Sebastian's voice cut through the tension with sharp authority. He stepped forward slightly, positioning himself between me and the stranger. "Are you a competing bidder for the same contracts?"With just two carefully chosen questions, Sebastian had managed to reframe the entire situation. Instead of defending against personal attacks, he'd redirected the conversation to paint this man as a business rival with ulterior motives.I felt a surge of admiration for his quick thinking and strategic mind. Even under pressure, he could identify the most effective way to neutr

Evelyn's POVWhen his voice reached my ears, my fingers instinctively clenched around the bathrobe's belt, the fabric bunching and wrinkling under my grip.My throat tightened, and my voice felt muffled as if cotton had been stuffed in my mouth. I managed to squeeze out a barely audible "yes" before hastily dropping my gaze, staring fixedly at my toes. I didn't even dare listen to the wind outside the window.The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken possibilities. I could hear him moving behind me, the soft rustle of his shirt, the quiet exhale that suggested he was considering his next words carefully.My fingers fumbled clumsily through the robe's sleeves, hastily tying the belt. Each movement felt magnified, hyperaware of his presence watching my every gesture. My steps felt weightless, like walking on cotton, as I made my way to the bedroom and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, my back rigid as a board.The mattress dipped slightly under my weight, and I found myse