All Chapters of His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Orana’s Point of ViewHe promised that he would be here.Vaughn was never late.My gaze flicked to the door and then to the clock, and then back to the chair again.Minutes passed, then an hour.I inhaled slowly, reaching for my phone under the table. My thumb hovered for half a second, hesitating to call him. I knew I could handle this, but somehow I still wanted him here.Was I going crazy cause my boss wasn’t here or something else?I pressed the call button, and it rang. No answer.I called again, and no answer again. A small crease formed between my brows. I ended the call and tried again, my leg bouncing faintly under the table.He didn’t pick, but once everyone was looking at the project, I moved from the table to the corner and called him again.This time, he picked up.“What?”I straightened. “You’re late.”Silence stretched between him and me.“Vaughn,” his name was like a plea on my lips.“Start without me.”My grip on the phone tightened. “That’s not like you. What’s going

Orana’s Point of ViewMy arms rested on my knees as I watched people enjoy swimming, while I couldn’t even dip my feet in it.London felt too far, and Liorah’s absence lingered whenever I was alone. And the guys disappearing to drink only made it louder. I exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the way everything felt off since he found out we have a daughter.I saw the look in his eyes when I reminded him of what he had said. There was a flicker of regret, and he looked pained when he saw the picture of Liorah, but he had made his choice.He wanted a family with Marissa. He should do that.I sighed heavily, pressed my lips together when I felt a crawl over my skin. That little feeling you feel when someone is watching you.The hairs along my arms lifted before I even looked up.My gaze snapped toward the exit, and I caught a glimpse of him.Vaughn?Already turning away, his shoulders hunched like he was carrying the weight of the world.“Wait—”The word barely made it past my lips before h

Orana’s Point of ViewI stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have, fingers brushing lightly over my neck before I dropped my hand as if it burned. My throat tightened, something heavy pressing against my chest.I let him in. I fucking let him in, and he left me for her.I pulled on a top that covered the hickeys on my neck to hide them. He left reminders once again, and this time it really hurt.A sharp breath slipped out, but I swallowed it down, blinking away the sting in my eyes. There was no time for that. Not now. Not when everything was already tangled enough.I just needed to get through the meeting, and then we could move on. Because I twisted my ankle, I decided I would settle for sneakers.A knock sounded at the door, and my heart skipped once before I forced myself to move and open it.And Vaughn stood there with a tray of food.“I had to bring you breakfast.” His voice was quieter than usual.I stepped aside without thinking. “You didn’t have to.”“I know.” He

Orana’s point of viewI should have realized that Callahan was playing a game; instead, I let him make me feel things. Things I haven’t felt in a while, but did I expect him to come and rub it in my face? No.I shut my eyes, dragging in a breath that did nothing to calm my fucking nerves. I had let him get too close. I had let him blur lines I swore I’d never cross again. And for what? A few stolen moments of pleasure.Stupid. That’s what I was. Stupid.I dropped my hand and turned away from the mirror in the bathroom, then headed back outside into the hallway.“Where’s Vaughn?” I asked Edward once I came into the hallway, and I found him waiting while pressing his phone.“Well, he said he has a meeting and that I should drop you off,” he explained, but all I could think of was that he had left me here. He didn’t even have to wait for me like he normally does.I scoffed, pulling out my phone and calling him. It rang the first time, and he didn’t pick up, so I called the second time, a

Orana’s point of viewLittle dove.He called me little dove and carried me to the hotel room in fucking bridal style. I wanted to fight him and ask him to stop, but I couldn’t. I loved the way he smelled.I didn’t say anything even as he got into the elevator and walked into my room. The silence followed us.He didn’t look at me. He just clenched his jaw tight, which ticked every once in a while.He placed me on the bed, his eyes darkening and jaw tight. Vaughn sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him, close enough that the tension in his body seeped into mine.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice sounding like a whisper. My fingers twisted into the fabric of the sheets. “You shouldn’t have had to see that. My father can be too much.”He didn’t look at me. He just swallowed hard, his throat bobbing up and down.He turned away from me again, running a hand through his hair, and then he exhaled heavily.“I said I’m sorry,” I tried again.He cl