Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Regret: Gone with Our Newborn: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

I didn’t turn around. “I’m fulfilling my promise. Arthur wanted you taken care of. That’s what I’m doing.”“Sebastian.” Her voice was trembling now—not with fear, but with something more complicated. “If Evelyn had never come along… if she hadn’t been there that night… would we have been together? Back then, you said we’d always have each other.”The offer hung heavily in the air. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, watching the city lights flicker to life below.“Arthur loved you, Blair,” I said quietly. “He loved you more than I ever could have.”She was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke again, her voice was bitter. “You used to be different. You used to keep your promises.”“I still keep my promises.” I finally turned back to face her. My voice was calm. There was no heat in it, no anger—just quiet, absolute finality. “But if you cross the line—if you interfere with my wife, my daughter, or my company—I’ll make sure you walk away with nothing. Not the estate. Not Arthur’s lega

Evelyn's POVI pulled the thread taut, securing a tiny, iridescent pearl onto the butterfly appliqué of Sophie's dance dress. The rhythmic snip of the scissors and the quiet rustle of silk were the only sounds in the room."What did you discover?" I asked."When I was running deep background checks for our new corporate partnerships," Miles said. His tone turned unusually serious. "I had a chat with one of our senior international contacts. I followed a very buried paper trail. Evelyn... Sebastian and Blair were legally married abroad. Years ago."My fingers went still. The needle hovered, frozen a fraction of an inch above the delicate fabric. Then I pushed the sharp steel through the delicate silk with flawless precision."It happened during his university exchange program," Miles continued, his words precise and clinical. "The marriage was registered in Switzerland. All the documentation is legitimate and heavily classified."I didn't answer immediately. I just pulled the thread. T

Evelyn's POVSebastian's words echoed in my mind as I walked back to my office. A mother's instincts... I want to make sure you have everything you need.The emphasis he placed on those words. The way his eyes lingered on my face. It felt too deliberate.Did he know?I closed my office door. I locked it. I immediately pulled out my phone and dialed Miles. I didn't hesitate."Evelyn," Miles answered immediately. "How did lunch go?""Miles, activate the emergency contingency," I said. My voice was ice-cold. "Keep the original tickets ready, but prep the secondary route. Today."A sharp intake of breath over the line. "Did something happen? Did he find out?""I don't know," I admitted. "He was asking specific questions about organic food and my previous pregnancy. He was testing me.""Damn it," Miles muttered."We have exactly two days left on the original marriage contract," I said, pacing the length of my office. "If he knows I am pregnant, he will lock down the estate. The Hawthorne fa

Evelyn's POVSebastian was standing too close. I looked up into his face. His sharp jawline. The perfect, aristocratic slope of his nose. Those deep, fathomless dark eyes that could swallow a person whole.There was a time when looking at this face would make my heart hammer wildly against my ribs. A time when a single, fleeting touch from him would make my pulse race with pathetic, desperate love. I used to crave his gaze. I used to memorize the shape of his mouth.But standing here today, feeling the heat of his skin against my wrist, I felt absolutely nothing. No flutter. No longing.Just a freezing, crystalline clarity."Let go of me, Sebastian," I said. My voice was incredibly soft. It carried no anger. Just perfect, polite indifference.He didn't release me immediately. His dark eyes searched my face, looking for the warmth, the submission, or even the hurt that he was so accustomed to seeing. He found nothing. A flash of profound, inexplicable loss crossed his features.Why does

Evelyn's POVI gently shifted my gaze away from Sebastian. I refused to acknowledge the sudden, dark intensity burning in his eyes from across the room.The silence around me was deafening. Chloe, the ambitious fiancée, stared at me. Her heavily manicured smile froze. She looked at me like I had just told her the sky was green.The surrounding group of wealthy heirs exchanged bewildered, loaded glances. The quiet whispers started almost instantly."Did she really just say that? Out loud?""Refusing a public family event? The Hawthornes are supposed to be untouchable.""Look at her face. She doesn't care at all. Do you think she's seeing someone else?""Maybe she's finally realized he doesn't love her."The murmurs were razor-sharp. Every single syllable was a calculated strike at the illusion of our perfect marriage. I knew the gossip was meant to dissect me, but I didn't care. Let them talk.I glanced toward the center of the room. Sebastian hadn't moved. He stood with the effortless,