All Chapters of Billionaire Regret: Gone with Our Newborn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sebastian's POVThe antique clock on my office wall ticked with relentless precision, each second stretching into an eternity as I waited for my phone to ring.She'd promised to call if she needed anything. Those had been my exact words: Remember, call me if you need anything.Yet here I sat, staring at my silent phone like some lovesick teenager waiting for his first crush to notice him.The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd built an empire on patience, on calculated moves and strategic waiting. But when it came to Evelyn, all my carefully cultivated control seemed to evaporate like morning mist.My phone buzzed, and I practically lunged for it."Hawthorne Industries, how may I—""Marcus," I cut off my assistant's professional greeting, disappointment sharp in my chest. "What is it?""The British Ambassador's office called again, sir. They're asking about rescheduling—"I hung up without letting him finish.The second call came an hour later. This time it was my attorney, wanting to discus

Evelyn's POVMy hands trembled as I stirred the cheese sauce, the wooden spoon moving in mechanical circles that had nothing to do with cooking and everything to do with keeping myself from falling apart.The phone call with Sebastian kept replaying in my mind, each word cutting deeper than the last. You want to live a married life?My heart tasted like ash. I knew exactly what that question meant. He was reminding me to observe my boundaries, to remember my place and my duty. What happened between us last night was nothing more than an accident—a rare slip of his ironclad control fueled by alcohol and temporary confusion. It absolutely did not mean there would be a next time. He was silently warning me not to get greedy, because the woman he truly loved, the one he had smiled so tenderly at during that wedding, was Blair.She had always looked down on me, viewing my background as a lowly adopted daughter with undisguised contempt. In her eyes,she was the only one truly worthy of his

Evelyn's POVThe tension between us crackled like electricity, dangerous and consuming. Sebastian's grip on my wrists was firm but not painful, his dark eyes searching my face as if trying to decode some impossible puzzle."How did you become so bold?" His voice was rough, strained, and I could hear the immense effort it took for him to maintain control. He was the picture of ascetic elegance—his pristine white shirt crisp, his gold-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose, the knot of his silk tie meticulously perfect. Yet, right now, that proper, refined businessman facade was warring with something far more primal, dark, and predatory beneath the surface.My hands were trembling violently in his grasp, betraying the fear coursing through my veins despite my desperate attempt at seduction. But I forced my voice to remain steady, challenging him."Is there a problem with that?"For a moment, something flickered across his features—surprise, perhaps, or a dark flas

Sebastian's POVMy own words tasted like poison in my mouth. My heart was bleeding, tearing itself apart in my chest. I knew myself too well. I knew that if we continued this twisted relationship—if I kept hopelessly indulging in her touch while knowing she felt nothing but 'physical need' for me—the only one who would be utterly destroyed was me. I couldn't bear to sink any deeper into this agonizing illusion.I had to give this relationship a clean break. I had to cut the infected wound before it killed me.But I knew I was too soft-hearted. I knew that if I stayed near her, I would inevitably cave in and pull her back into my arms. So, I deliberately forced the cruelest words I could find past my lips. I gave her two choices.Option one: End the marriage early. I would let her leave the house tomorrow, completely free.Option two: Continue the contract, but I would dictate every single term. Whenever she wanted to be intimate, it would be entirely on my command, at my absolute

Evelyn's POVThe next day, I returned for the results.The manila envelope felt incredibly heavy in my trembling hands. I had been sitting in the sterile hospital waiting room for what felt like an eternity.When I finally sat across from Dr. Williams again, my heart was in my throat. She opened the folder and slid the test results across her mahogany desk with a sympathetic expression."I'm sorry, Mrs. Hawthorne," she said softly. "The ultrasound didn't show any obvious gestational sac. The hormone levels are also inconclusive at this exact moment."The words hit me like a physical, suffocating blow to the chest. The brilliant, meticulously calculated future I had planned shattered into pieces. If I hadn't succeeded in getting pregnant, then everything—my careful tracking of my ovulation, my deliberate seduction, my agonizing decision to endure his humiliating ultimatums for another two weeks—had been for absolutely nothing."However," Dr. Williams continued quickly, seeing my devast