All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

(Ava's POV)‎‎The lights burned too bright. The music was too loud. The laughter stung like knives. And there I was, on my knees in front of my husband, begging him not to humiliate me.‎‎“Daniel, please,” I whispered, clutching his wrist, my nails biting into his skin as though I could anchor him to me. “Not here. Not like this.”‎‎His lips curled, not in pity but in that cruel smirk I had seen too many times behind closed doors. Tonight, he wanted the world to see it. He wanted them to watch me break.‎‎Around us, the glittering hall fell silent. I could hear the faint clink of a champagne glass being set down, the faint shuffle of expensive heels against marble. People were staring. They loved it. They lived for it. Ava Reynolds, wife of Daniel Cobbs, the billionaire everyone called untouchable, was on her knees, pleading like a beggar at a royal court.‎‎Daniel leaned down, close enough for only me to hear, though I knew he wanted me to repeat it aloud. “You should have thought ab

Chapter ThreeThe ride home was silent, except for the occasional hum of tires against the asphalt and Elizabeth’s laughter, soft and threaded with familiarity. She leaned into Daniel as though the seat beside me were empty, as though I were nothing more than a shadow carried along for the ride. Her perfume drifted back, cloying, filling the narrow space until it settled into my lungs.I pressed myself against the leather, staring out the window. The city lights streaked by in fractured blurs, each one a reminder of a world that kept moving even as mine stood still. My fingers curled into my dress until the fabric wrinkled beneath my grip. Every laugh from the front seat cracked through me like a whip, but Daniel never once glanced back.By the time the gates of the mansion swung open, dread pooled so heavy in my stomach that it felt like stone. The servants waited in two neat lines as we entered, their faces lowered in practiced politeness, yet their whispers ran quick and sharp thro

‎Chapter Five‎‎By late afternoon, the house stirred with nervous energy. Servants rushed about, polishing cutlery until it gleamed, straightening tablecloths that already lay smooth, adjusting flowers that gave off a sweetness too sharp for the heaviness in the air. The corridors smelled faintly of wax and roses, though nothing could mask the unease that spread from room to room.‎Daniel’s family was coming for dinner.‎I stood by the guest room window as the sound of engines rose from the drive. Cars rolled in, glossy and dark, their reflections flashing against the stone pillars. Laughter carried ahead of the arrivals, voices rising bright and confident as though the evening were nothing but a celebration.‎One by one, they entered the house. His mother first, regal and sharp-eyed, followed by his father with his controlled stride. His brothers and their wives trailed behind, dressed in elegance, their smiles practiced for the photographs they knew would follow. And Elizabeth, of