บททั้งหมดของ His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Orana’s Point of View“How are you feeling?” I asked Sienna softly, watching her rub her huge, round belly while Vaughn worked silently across the room, assembling the new baby cot for her.“Okay, I guess,” she muttered, keeping her eyes fixed on her hands.“Sienna...”“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” she snapped softly, her voice wavering with raw hurt. “I’m raising this baby alone, and fuck Darian.”I opened my mouth to say more, but the defensive wall in her eyes was clear enough. There was no point in pushing her further tonight.“Okay. Fine. I won’t push it,” I said gently, reaching out to wrap my fingers around her hand. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”“I know,” Sienna sighed, offering me a weak, affectionate smile. “But please, just enjoy your family, Orana. You guys have been through so much.”My heart sank at her words. Over the last month, ever since Vaughn had come home from the hospital, we had been living in our perfect little bubble. In our happiness, I

Orana’s Point of ViewThe delivery room was a blur of blinding lights, beeping monitors, and fucking pain. Every single contraction felt like a freight train tearing through my lower back, ripping straight through my body.Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gripped the side of the hospital bed, shaking my head against the pillow.“I can’t do it, Vaughn!” I sobbed, my voice cracking from the intense pain. “I can’t! I’m done!”Vaughn pressed his forehead against mine, his dark eyes glistening with his unshed tears. His warm, trembling hands cupped both sides of my face, his thumb softly wiping away the sweat and tears from my cheekbones.“Yes, you can, a stór,” he whispered, his deep voice cutting through the noise in the room like an anchor. “Yes, you can. You are the strongest, bravest woman I have ever known.”“I don’t feel strong anymore...” I wept, my body trembling uncontrollably as another contraction built up. “It hurts so much, my love... I can’t...”Vaughn leaned in, pressing

Orana’s Point of ViewFour months later.He didn’t. He fucking didn’t.I was practically fuming, rage fueling every step as I stormed through the grand double doors of Carson Group headquarters. Employees scrambled out of my way, murmuring quick greetings. I threw them tight smiles, but I didn’t slow my stride for a single second. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor.He was going to deal with me today.The elevator couldn't move fast enough. The moment the doors slid open on the top floor, I marched straight toward my husband’s corner office. Maddie jumped out of her couch where she was reading a magazine, her face lighting up as soon as she saw me.“Orana,” she said,“Is he in?” I asked Julia, his personal assistant, barely pausing.She nodded quickly. “Yes, Orana, but—”“How dare you!” I slammed his office door open, my voice echoing off the glass walls. “I told you, Vaughn! You cannot just bring her to—”The words died in my throat when I saw what was in front of me.

Dear Lovelies,I wanted to take a moment to say thank you so much for all the love and support you have given me while I was writing Orana and Vaughn’s story.It wasn’t always easy to write this story, especially with everything I had going on with my health and education outside of writing. There were moments when I wondered if I would ever make it to the end, but somehow, we finally did.Orana and Vaughn’s story has come to an end.But don’t worry, we are not done with the Aaronson sisters just yet.Sienna has been screaming at me to let her story out, and yes, new chapters are coming!Her story might not be as long as Orana’s or as lighthearted, but I promise you, it will be worth the wait. Smiles.Thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to support me, read my stories, leave your comments, and come along for the journey. Your support means more to me than you probably realize.I hope you’ll join me once again as we step into Sienna’s story because this one is incredibly

Sienna’s Point of ViewI stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the dark wooden door of my apartment. Tears continued to roll silently down my cheeks, hot and bitter. Everything about this place reminded me of Darian. It reminded me of the mornings I’d walk out to find him cooking breakfast for me, of the late nights when he’d wrap his arms around my waist and touch me like I was the most precious, beautiful thing in his world.It was all a lie.My first instinct was to drive straight to my sister. I wanted to throw myself into Orana’s arms and let her wrap me in that fiercely protective warmth she always had. But Orana was dealing with her own chaos—her family, Callahan, and everything else pulling at her. I couldn't bear to dump my broken pieces onto her lap, too.I couldn't stay here, either. I couldn't spend another night in a home that only felt like home because of a man who thought I was broken.I turned around, walked back down to the garage, and pulled out of the parking lot