All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien guided Aurora straight into his private office under the watchful gaze of his entire corporate staff. The moment the heavy doors clicked shut, Aurora burst into tears, throwing her arms around his waist and clinging to him tightly. ‎"Damien, thank goodness you came down for me," she sobbed, her voice trembling. "I was absolutely terrified out there..." ‎Damien’s expression darkened. Without a word, he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and unclasped her grip, stepping back to distance himself. Aurora blinked, looking up at him in utter confusion. "Damien?" ‎"Why did you do it?" Damien asked, his voice dripping with an icy, intimidating authority. ‎"Do what?" she faltered. ‎"Why did you leak our relationship status to the Daily News?" he demanded flatly. ‎Aurora secretly let out a quiet breath of relief before immediately wrapping her arms around him again. "Because I love you, and I can't wait to be your wife. Don't you want to marry me too?" ‎"I do, but forc

"Who is sitting next to that hottie? Wait. Isn’t that Michael Ashford, the CEO of Ashford Group ?"‎Richard raised his eyebrows and said in a playful tone, "I thought Michael was an ascetic who had never set foot in a club. Haha! Did he finally give in to temptation?"‎Damien and Richard had both mistaken Ethan for Michael. That was because Maureen’s brothers were actually identical, so people who were unfamiliar with them could not tell them apart.‎"Damn! I’m so jealous. That hottie should be my girl. It’s a waste for her to be with Michael!" Richard became more enthusiastic as he spoke.‎Downstairs, Maureen was smiling sweetly at Ethan. Damien just felt annoyed. Back then, that smile belonged to him alone. What annoyed him even more was that the online slander seemed to have no effect on her. She was still in the mood to have fun.‎On the other hand, Damien had been worried all day. He was either busy cleaning up the mess or thinking about how he should explain it to her.‎"I shoul

Jules Moon stood completely frozen, his face losing all color as Damien’s words sunk in. The realization hit him like a physical blow: this gorgeous, fierce woman was actually Damien Vance’s hidden ex-wife. Looking at her closer, Jules had to reluctantly admit that Selene was remarkably stunning—far outshining his own sister, Aurora. It was clear that if Aurora hadn't shared a long childhood history with Damien, she wouldn't stand a chance against the natural elegance of the woman standing before him.‎Yet, despite his internal panic, Jules arrogance wouldn't let him back down easily. "Mr. Vance, even if she used to be married to you, that doesn't give her the right to assault me! She threw a drink in my face in front of everyone!" He crossed his arms stubbornly, trying to salvage his pride. "If she offers a proper apology to me first, then I'll let the entire matter drop."‎Damien’s expression hardened into a block of ice. "If my arrival had been delayed by even a few minutes, your

Maureen's head was pounding, Then came a strong wave of sickness. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, holding onto the sink as her stomach emptied itself again.‎‎"I remember when you could out-drink half the department," said a dry voice from the door.‎‎Ethan stood in the doorway. He held out a tall glass of cold water and some pills for her headache. He watched her with a mix of worry and quiet humor as she wiped her mouth.‎‎Maureen groaned. She took the pills and rinsed her mouth before drinking the water. "I haven't had a drop of alcohol in three years. My body can't handle it anymore. One night of drinking, and I feel like I've been poisoned."‎‎"Why did you stop drinking, anyway?" Ethan asked, pulling a chair closer to her.‎‎She looked down at her glass, her face turning hard. "Damien hated the smell of alcohol on women. So I stopped. That's all there is to it."‎‎Damien made a mocking sound, his eyes narrowing. "You changed your whole life just to please that m

Maureen Ashford..."‎Damien repeated the name under his breath, his thumb tracing the sharp edge of his jawline. He leaned back into the heavy leather executive chair, rubbing his aching temples as he stared into the dim light of his private study. ‎‎"I actually tried digging a little deeper into her background, Mr. Vance" lucas offered, taking a cautious step forward with an iPad clutched in his hands.‎Damien raised his gaze, a subtle flicker of expectation cutting through his cold demeanor. *Finally, this assistant of mine comes through.* "What did you turn up?"‎Lucas shoulders slumped almost instantly, his arms dropping to his sides. "Honestly? Almost nothing."‎Damien’s expression hardened into ice. "Lucas if you're tired of having a job, HR can settle your final paycheck by eight tomorrow morning."‎"Boss, wait—hear me out!" Lucas held up a trembling hand, a sudden sheen of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. "It's not that I dropped the ball! Maureen Ashford’s digit