All Chapters of His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

JOEEven after the flight landed, the photograph refused to leave my mind. It sat there like a splinter beneath my skin.For years, my mother promised that one day the truth about my father would come out. I had imagined a hundred different stories. None of them looked like this. I had thought when she was finally ready to talk, I would be told of a man who once loved her and ditched her thereafter…Or, a man who left after he found out she was pregnant. But these were not the reality. I still found it difficult to believe that I am a product of a one-night stand.Just an encounter between two strangers. No love story. Somehow, it was unbelievable.I rested my head against the car window as the city moved past me. My mother’s voice kept replaying in my head:“He never knew.”The sadness in her eyes when she said it had unsettled me more than the words themselves. Her face drained with regrets, and at one point, I saw embarrassment written all over her when she avoided my gaze.The exh

JASPERI woke up with Quinn's photograph still clutched in my hand. Sunlight spilled across the floor. My neck ached. My back screamed. My face felt tight from dried tears.For one blissful second, I didn't remember anything. Then reality crashed back in—Morrison was suing me. My family was hiding secrets. Quinn was gone, and my entire life was falling apart.God.I missed her. Not the idea of her or the memories. Simply Her. The woman herself. I opened my phone and stopped at her contact. My thumb hovered over the call button.She wouldn't answer. We both knew it. I threw the phone onto the bed before I could humiliate myself again.Twenty push-ups. Thirty. Fourty. I kept going. Each push sent chills all over my body. But it wasn’t physical pain.I breathe heavily as I finally fall flat on the ground at fifty. I lay there for seconds, head down. Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the bed.It rang again and again, and I didn’t make a step to pick it. Annoyed, I finally grabbed it. My stom

JASPERThe guard didn’t need to repeat himself. I was already on my feet.Quinn was here to see me. It doesn’t matter what she came for. The fact that she came spoke volumes.I moved toward the door immediately. Fast and desperate like a dying thirsty man seeing water. The guard led me to the visiting room.In my mind, I had already pictured how I would run to Quinn tightly and clutch her till I smelled of her. I would beg again. And this time, I would not choose my words carefully. I would plead like an innocent child.However, this was not the case. Immediately, I was led into the room, and I met someone who was not Quinn. It was my father.“Sit down, Jasper.”I held his gaze without saying a word. I was going to ask the guard why he would choose this moment to play pranks and lied to me about Quinn.“You are here.” My voice came harder than intended.The prison warder moved to me.“And you…”I was about to unleash my frustration on the guard when I saw Quinn standing by the door.M

QUINN I was halfway through reading another article about myself when Joe called. I almost didn’t answer. The last few days had been exhausting. Every call brought another revelation. Another question. Another piece of the past I was tired of revisiting. I was in my last trimester. I needed rest, but the world had other plans. Everywhere I turned, someone knew my face. Someone knew my name or had questions, interviews, statements, and opinions about the missing heir. The mystery woman. The billionaire ex-wife. I was tired. I answered the call anyway. “Joe.” There was a pause. Then his voice came through. “Jasper got attacked.” I was on my feet before I realized it. My grip tightened around the phone. I hated that instinct. After everything, part of me still cared. “How bad.”

QUINNJoe and Morrison had left hours ago, but their absence brought no peace.It was past eleven. The invitation still sat on the table like a time bomb waiting to explode. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the infinity symbol. Every time I opened them, I heard the same words:We have spent years protecting you.Protecting me?The word made me want to laugh. Was that what they called stealing my childhood? Separating me from my parents? Watching my life unravel while they hid in the shadows? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I threw the sheets aside and sat upright.“I cannot keep running,” I muttered under my breath.I had spent my entire life running from answers. This was not the time to stop. God hadn't dragged me this far through pain, betrayal, and survival to abandon me now.Jasper's face surfaced again. Bruised, broken and begging. I shoved the image away. Somehow, every road in my mind still led back to him.Tomorrow, I will honour the invitation and face m