All Chapters of His Billion-Dollar Regret: The Forgotten Wife Returns: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghLewis called back in four minutes."Marcus didn't put Marsh in the brief," he said. "The collaboration list came from Harrison's office. Marcus pulled it from the standard Sterling vendor register without checking the names individually."She closed her eyes for one second."Harrison's vendor register," she said."Yes.""Harrison built the brief that was supposed to correct what he did to Bellamy," she said. "And he put Daniel Marsh in it.""Marcus didn't know the connection," Lewis said. "I didn't know the connection. We didn't know Marsh was at the gala.""But Harrison did," she said.Silence."Yes," Lewis said. "Harrison knew."She stood on Queen Street with the Edinburgh cold coming through her coat.Harrison had withdrawn the board motion. He had withdrawn the family application. He had let Graves sign the statement.And then he had put Daniel Marsh's name in an architectural brief and waited.Not a retreat.A repositioning."He's testing whethe

POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe was out of the coffee shop in thirty seconds.Lewis followed. Catherine stayed — she understood the room had shifted and that her part in it was done for now.On the Johnston Terrace pavement, Lewis said: "Diana Cahill sent someone to your father's bookshop.""Yes," Yessica said. She was already moving. "She knows Rose's name. She knows the Royal Infirmary. She knows Lewis wasn't aware of the second daughter." She looked at him. "That information came from the PI report. Harrison's PI report."Lewis went still on the pavement."Harrison gave Cahill the PI report," he said."Or someone in his orbit did," she said. "After he agreed to withdraw everything. After the board motion collapsed." She kept walking. "He doesn't retreat, Lewis. He repositions.""He gave her Rose," Lewis said. His voice was flat."He gave her a story that makes you look like a man who didn't know his own child existed," she said. "And makes me look like a woman who hid it." S

POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghHart Books at nine AM was the best version of itself.The morning light came through the Victoria Street window at the angle that made the shelves look like something from a film, the radiator was already on, and Theron had made proper breakfast — eggs, toast, the specific tea that he bought from a supplier on Canongate and kept for occasions he considered worth it.Claire went straight to Section E."It's still right," she said, scanning the picture books with the satisfaction of someone whose system had been maintained correctly. "Good.""I kept it," Theron said. "Like I promised."Claire looked at him. "Some people don't keep promises," she said. "But you do.""I try," Theron said."Lewis keeps promises too," Claire said, pulling out a book to examine. "He said he'd come at two and he always comes at two."Yessica looked at her eggs.Theron looked at the ceiling briefly."He does come at two," Yessica said."Every Sunday," Claire said. "That's rel

POV: Lewis | Location: LondonHe called her at ten forty-seven.The board meeting had run two hours past the confidence vote — Q3 projections, the Canary Wharf close-out, the standard agenda that continued regardless of what had happened at eight-fourteen. Lewis had chaired all of it. Harrison had sat at the far end of the table and contributed fourteen words, all procedural, all correct.Yessica picked up on the second ring."Five to three," Lewis said. "Motion failed. Audit committee confirmed for Tuesday.""Fiona texted me at eight-sixteen," she said. "I know the result. I want to know how the room felt."He looked at the London street outside Aldridge's building. Taxis, grey morning, the city entirely indifferent. "Harrison read the votes in about four seconds," he said. "He didn't argue it. He just went quiet and chaired the rest of the agenda like nothing had happened." A pause. "That's the version of him I've always found hardest to read.""He's recalculating," she said."Yes,"

POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe office was on India Street.Third floor, neutral, the specific quality of a room designed to belong to no one — two sofas facing each other, a low table between them, good lighting that wasn't trying to be anything. Dr. Chen was already there when Yessica arrived at five fifty-eight. Dr. Walsh was beside her — sixties, measured, the kind of stillness that came from decades of sitting with difficult things.Lewis was on the opposite sofa.He looked at her when she came in. Not performing calm. Just present.She sat down."Thank you both for coming," Dr. Walsh said. "This isn't a couples session. There's no agenda, no exercises, no homework. It's a conversation between two people who have been doing significant individual work, with both therapists present to support that." He looked between them. "Lewis asked for this format because he has something to say that he wanted witnessed. Yessica, you agreed to be here. That's enough of a framework."She