Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Kind-Hearted Ex-Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The ConfessionJulian returns to the ballroom nearly an hour later, his tie loosened, his expression a strange mixture of exhaustion and quiet triumph. He crosses straight to our table, where Lila has finally succumbed to sleep against my shoulder, and lowers his voice before speaking."Delray gave a full statement." He pulls out the chair beside me, sitting heavily. "Recorded, witnessed by hospital security and two board members who happened to be in the building for the event. He's naming Isabella directly, and this time there's no ambiguity in his phrasing. No hedging.""What did he say." Noah's voice is tight, controlled in the way I've learned means he's bracing for something."That Isabella orchestrated the entire gala accusation from the beginning, including scripting the exact lines he used against you, Amara. He confirmed the payment trail Voss Holdings, confirmed she personally instructed him to claim paternity of both children, and confirmed the anonymous messages sent to y

What the Trial MeansThe morning after Isabella's arrest, my phone won't stop ringing.I sit at my desk in the Montgomery Group offices, ignoring three calls from numbers I don't recognize, all of them presumably reporters who somehow got hold of my direct line overnight. The story broke before dawn, Isabella Voss detained at a private airfield attempting to flee under a false identity, and by the time I arrive at work, it's already the top headline on every outlet that covered the scandal last year."You're a trending topic." Julian drops into the chair across from my desk, tablet in hand, scrolling through coverage with a grim sort of satisfaction. "Not in the way you were last time, though. This time the headlines are calling you vindicated.""That's something, I suppose." I close my laptop, unable to focus on quarterly projections with my phone buzzing every few minutes. "What happens now? With the actual case.""District attorney's office is building charges. Fraud, conspiracy, w

Sarah ChenThe room tilts slightly, the fluorescent lights suddenly too bright, and I grip the edge of the table to steady myself."My mother's assistant." My voice comes out barely audible. "Dad, why would Isabella's adopted daughter be connected to someone who worked for our family two decades ago?"My father's face has gone the color of ash, and for a long moment he says nothing at all, his eyes fixed somewhere past the detective's shoulder like he's staring into a memory none of the rest of us can see."Richard." Noah's voice is careful, watching him with the same wary scrutiny I remember from the day the sibling scare first surfaced. "If there's something you know, this is the moment to say it.""Sarah left our employment abruptly." My father's voice is hoarse, unsteady in a way I've rarely heard from him. "Around the same time your mother and I were going through our difficulties, Amara. I never made the connection before now, but the timing." He stops, pressing his fingers hard

The Weight of ItMargaret is the one who finally breaks the silence, her voice quiet but firm as she turns to Sarah. "You've carried this alone for twenty years. I should have found a way to lift some of that burden sooner.""You promised Eleanor." Sarah's eyes are wet now, the years of guilt finally spilling over. "I made you promise too, after she passed. I was so afraid of what it would do to Robert's reputation, to Ivy's stability, to everything Eleanor built to protect all of us.""Eleanor's protection cost my daughter a year of public humiliation." My father's voice is hard, though not unkind. "It cost Amara a marriage built on secrets that had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with a family determined to bury its own history rather than face it.""I know." Sarah's hands press flat against the table, steadying herself. "I've known for months, since Isabella first resurfaced in the news, exactly what she was doing with the truth I gave her decades ago. I should have co

FridayFriday arrives faster than I expect, and by six thirty I've changed my outfit three times, a fact I refuse to admit out loud to Elena, who watches from my bed with an expression of barely contained amusement."You've worn the green dress twice already tonight." She gestures at the pile of discarded options scattered across the room. "I think that's your answer.""It's not a statement of anything." I smooth down the fabric, studying my reflection with more scrutiny than the occasion probably warrants. "It's just a dress.""Sure." Elena's smile widens, but she doesn't push further, simply reaching over to adjust the clasp of my necklace before I can protest.Noah arrives at exactly seven, dressed simply, no tailored suit tonight, just dark slacks and a button down that makes him look more like the version of himself Elena once described from before his father died, before the pressure hardened him into someone else entirely."You look beautiful." His voice carries none of the old