His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Orana’s Point of ViewFor the next couple of months, we fell into a beautiful routine. During weekdays, Vaughn and I would go out for late-night drives or dinners just for the two of us. Saturdays belonged to the three of us. If it were us having Liorah, he would spend the whole day playing with Liorah, treating her like the center of his universe.It was strange how he loved her. Every time I found them talking or playing, I was amazed at how he treated her like a princess. Whatever she wanted, she got, no matter how hard it was; the same thing with Callahan.The two of them still can’t stand each other, but I was glad for Liorah that they were trying to tolerate each other.Meanwhile, Sienna was suddenly busy with work and with a mystery guy she was seeing. I never asked her who it was, content with how happy and radiant she looked every time she came home. She was practically glowing.But today, I woke up with a terrible, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was abo

Vaughn’s Point of View“What kind of wedding do you want?” I asked Orana, tightening my grip around her waist and pulling her back flush against my chest.We were lying on the grass, the afternoon sun warming our skin. We had already spent two days away from the rest of the world at the mansion, and they had been paradise. My girls, Orana and Bambi, as I loved to call our little Liorah, adored the estate, so I decided to extend our getaway by one more day.I wasn’t in any rush to let the reality of the outside world crash back into our bubble.Orana hummed softly, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “I want the grandest one. I want flowers everywhere… and I want a carriage.”“A carriage, a stór?” I asked, a low chuckle vibrating in my chest.She turned her head, looking up at me with sparkling eyes that danced with excitement the moment she started talking about the details.I caught my breath just watching her. I knew why she wanted a real wedding.From what I understood of he

Orana’s Point of ViewMy hands shook so much that I couldn’t even hold my lipstick. I gripped the edge of the vanity, staring at my reflection, but everything was a blur.In just a few minutes, I would be marrying the love of my life. I looked down at the dress I was wearing, running my trembling fingers over the delicate fabric. It was a custom Laoise Carson creation,The gown was a breathtaking ivory dress with a high collar of light white lace, framing a keyhole cutout that bared my collarbones and a bone-lined corset sculpted my torso down to a sharp waist, while skin-tight sleeves of unlined, sheer lace wrapped my arms like white vines. From the hips down, winter-white satin panels parted in a split, cascading to the floor in voluminous folds.Through the center opening, a slender column underskirt of continuous lace was revealed, trailing silently behind me as I moved.I looked really pretty, but the perfection of the moment only made my chest tighten with a suffocating wave of

Orana’s Point of ViewWe were married with the entire room watching us, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him for even a second. During the reception, as we moved through the crowd, I couldn’t help but notice the guests.Darian was there, sitting close to Sienna, whispering things into her ear that made her blush a deep, radiant pink. But I didn’t miss the way James was watching them from across the room, his eyes filled with longing.I had recently found out that James had told Sienna he couldn’t be with her after she confessed that she liked him, so I was confused about why he was looking at her as if his heart was breaking.“Can I take my wife away now?”Vaughn’s voice rasped against my ear as his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pressing a warm kiss to my temple.I arched back into his chest, chuckling softly as I patted his hands. “Vaughn, we can’t just leave our guests. It’s our wedding.”“I’m tired,” he lied smoothly, burying his face in the crook of my neck.I turned in

Vaughn’s Point of View“Vaughn, it hurts,” she cried, her voice a sound that tore straight through my chest.I did everything I could to soothe her, my left hand locked onto hers, gripping it so my knuckles were white, while my right hand fought the steering wheel. I was driving like a fucking maniac, weaving through traffic, the engine roaring as my heart raced.“We are almost there, a stór,” I assured her, my voice thick with a fear I had never felt in my entire life. “Just hold on. I’ve got you.”But the pain was twisting her body, making her curl into herself on the passenger seat. She wouldn’t stop crying, her tears soaking into her pale cheeks, and even when I lifted her hand to press my lips to her damp skin, she could only sob out in agony.The moment the car screeched to a halt in the ambulance bay, I didn’t even turn off the ignition. I flew out of the driver’s seat, ripped open her door, and scooped her into my arms. Running flat out, I rushed into the emergency department