Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Kind-Hearted Ex-Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The penthouse kitchen glows under the soft golden lights of the chandelier, filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked chocolate cake. Vanilla extract, melted butter, and rich cocoa mingle in the air, wrapping around me like a warm hug I desperately wish could extend to the rest of this enormous, echoing home. My hands are dusted with flour, and beside me, my three-year-old daughter Lila stands on her little step stool, her chubby fingers carefully pressing colorful sprinkles onto the thick layer of frosting.“Mommy, look! I made the biggest heart ever with the red ones!” Lila beams up at me, her dark curls bouncing, eyes sparkling with pure excitement. A streak of chocolate smears across her cheek, and her small apron– the one I sewed for her with tiny embroidered flowers – is covered in evidence of our afternoon project.I lean down and kiss the top of her head, inhaling her sweet baby scent mixed with sugar. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. Daddy is going to love it so much. Yo

Pain drags me back to consciousness in pieces. First the sound, sirens layered over shouting voices. Then the light, harsh and white above me, swinging as they wheel me somewhere fast."BP is dropping, we need to move now.""Pregnant patient, possible internal bleeding, get OB down here stat."My hand claws for something, anything, and finds fabric. Someone's sleeve."I'm here." Julian's voice, cracked and close. "Amara, I'm right here, you're going to be fine."I try to speak but nothing comes out except a wet, broken sound. The lights blur into streaks. Somewhere far away a machine starts screaming its own alarm, and then the world goes dark again.***When I wake, the room is quiet. Too quiet.White ceiling. White walls. A single chair pulled close to the bed, and in it, Julian, asleep sitting up, his tie loosened and his suit jacket draped over the back like he never left.My whole body aches, a deep, bone level throb that makes me wince just breathing. My hand moves instinctively

Too Late"Get him away from this room." My father is on his feet before the nurse finishes speaking, his voice dropping into something low and dangerous that I've only heard him use once before, the day a rival tried to poach half our board."Sir, I need you to step outside so we can—""I heard you the first time." My father doesn't move. His eyes stay locked on the door, on the shape of Noah frozen in the hallway like he isn't sure whether he's allowed to come any closer.The machine beside me beeps again, sharper this time, and the nurse's hands move fast, adjusting something at my IV line while another nurse rushes in behind her with a second cart."Amara, I need you to breathe slowly for me." The nurse's voice has gone clipped and focused. "Your blood pressure is spiking. Is there anything upsetting you right now, anything we can remove from the room?"My father's jaw tightens. He doesn't wait for me to answer. He crosses to the door in two strides and steps into the hallway, and

The ConfrontationThe folder slips from my hands and scatters across the hospital blanket, papers sliding everywhere, and I don't even try to catch them."There has to be a mistake." My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to. "Julian, check again. Elena wouldn't do this.""I checked three times before I brought it to you." Julian crouches down, gathering the fallen pages without meeting my eyes. "I didn't want to believe it either."My father picks up the incorporation document, scanning it with the same cold precision he uses when reviewing a hostile takeover. "The paper trail is clean. Too clean, actually. Whoever set this up knew exactly how to hide it behind enough shell companies that most people would never bother digging this deep.""Which means it wasn't impulsive." Julian straightens, setting the folder back on the tray table. "This was planned, methodically, over months."The door opens before I can respond, and Elena walks in carrying a small bouquet of daisies, her face

Noah's Truth"You ran your own test." My voice comes out flat, disbelieving. "When exactly, Noah? Before or after you told the board you needed evidence of my infidelity?""Before the gala." He doesn't flinch from the accusation, which somehow makes it worse. "The day that man showed up with his phone full of forged photos, I panicked. I told myself I needed certainty before I let myself believe you.""So you had our daughter tested behind my back." Something in my chest cracks open wider, an old wound splitting fresh. "You didn't trust me enough to just ask.""I know." His jaw tightens, and for the first time in four years I watch him struggle to hold eye contact instead of letting his gaze slide past me like I'm furniture. "I know how it sounds. I know what it makes me.""Then why does it matter now?" Julian steps forward, arms crossed, his voice hard. "If you had proof weeks ago that Lila is your daughter, why let this scandal spiral for days? Why let Isabella walk into that board