《His Billion-Dollar Regret: The Forgotten Wife Returns》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

POV: Yessica | Location: New York"Conference call in twenty."Lewis didn't look up from his phone.Yessica set his plate down. Eggs perfect, bacon crispy, coffee at exactly the temperature he liked. Three years of mornings and he still hadn't learned to say thank you like he meant it."I made your favourite," she said."Mm." Scroll. Scroll.She sat across from him with her own coffee and watched him eat without tasting. His thumb moving across the screen. The Singapore deal. Always the Singapore deal."I thought we could have dinner tonight," she said. "There's a new Italian place on—""Can't. Harrington account.""Tomorrow?""Singapore team arrives. All week." He stood. Left half his breakfast untouched. Reached for his jacket."Lewis—""I'll be late tonight." He was already checking his watch. "Don't wait up."The elevator doors closed.The penthouse went quiet.Four hours of preparation. Eight minutes of presence. Gone.Yessica picked up his plate. The eggs were perfect. The bacon

POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkShe should have gone back to sleep.She knew that. She was lying in the dark in the guest room with her hand on her stomach and her phone face-down and the silver box on the nightstand, and the rational thing — the self-preserving thing — was to put the pillow over her head and not hear any more than she already had.She didn't move.Catherine's voice again, carrying through the wall with the particular clarity of a woman who had never once considered that walls were thin:"You married beneath yourself. I said it at the time. Your father said it. You were twenty-nine and flattered and she was pretty enough to distract you from that.""Mother—""I'm not being unkind. I'm being accurate." A pause. "Three years, Lewis. Three years and what has she contributed? No connections. No business sense. No understanding of what this family requires. She throws dinner parties you don't attend and waits by the phone like a secretary.""That's not fair.""Fairness is

POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkThe cramping started at two in the morning.Not the vague discomfort she'd been telling herself was normal for eight weeks. This was sharp. Wrong. The kind of pain that arrived with its own specific grammar — urgent, insistent, impossible to argue with.She stumbled to the bathroom in the dark.Turned on the light.The blood was unmistakable."Lewis." Her voice came out strange. Too small. "Lewis."He appeared in the doorway in twenty seconds — hair dishevelled, eyes unfocused, moving on instinct. He took one look and went completely awake."What happened—""Something's wrong." She gripped the counter. "The baby. Something's wrong."He had his phone out before she finished the sentence. "I'm calling an ambulance—""Just drive me." Another cramp hit. She bent forward. "Please. It'll be faster."One second of hesitation. Then: "Can you walk?""Yes. Go."He went.He ran two red lights on the way to the hospital.Yessica sat in the passenger seat with her

POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkShe sent the message at seven AM.Not impulsively — she'd been awake since five, lying in the grey pre-dawn with the draft on her phone and her hand on her stomach and the silver box in the drawer, running the decision forward and backward until it stopped feeling like a decision and started feeling like the only logical conclusion to everything that had happened since the anniversary.I need the referral you mentioned. Family law. When you have a moment.She pressed send.Put the phone face-down.Got up.Made breakfast for herself — just herself — and ate it standing at the kitchen window, watching the city below. Lewis's bedroom door was still closed. He'd been on calls until late; she'd heard the murmur of his voice through the wall at midnight.Rafferty replied at seven forty-three.Of course. Diana Osei — Osei & Partners. She's the best I know. Tell her I sent you. She'll take the call today.Below that: I hope you're all right.She stared at the

POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkThe elevator doors were about to close."Going somewhere?"Yessica's hand tightened on the suitcase handle.Lewis stood in the penthouse doorway, tie loose, eyes on the bag at her feet. Not her face. The bag."Early appointment." The lie came out smooth. Three months of practice."At six AM." Not a question."The doctor moved it."He stepped closer. One step. She didn't move."That's a big bag for a doctor's appointment."Her heart slammed against her ribs. The baby kicked once, sharp. Even she knew."Lewis—""Where are you going, Yessica?"The elevator doors slid open behind her. Empty. Waiting.She looked at her husband. At the man she'd tried to love for three years. At the man who'd made it impossible."Somewhere I can breathe," she said.He didn't move."What does that mean?""It means what it sounds like.""You're leaving." Still not a question. His voice was flat. Careful."I was going to be gone before you woke up." She'd planned it that way.