All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damien’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Aurora’s pale face. He looked like a storm was about to break. Slowly he let go of her hand. Aurora felt the support slip away. She ignored the pain in her wrist and grabbed his waist in a panic. “No, Damien! Selene started it first! I really didn’t touch her! Lily has always been sick in the head, so don’t believe her!” “Sick in the head? All Lily has is a bad haircut. She explained clearly what happened between Selene and Aurora.” Richard spoke with a cold sneer. He did not say more than that, even though he clearly looked down on Aurora. Damien still treated her like something precious, as if he could not see through her. “Selene didn’t hurt you, right?” Damien asked. His voice sounded tight. With Lily standing right there as a witness, Aurora did not dare lie. Sweat covered her face. “So you accused her for no reason?” Damien’s breathing grew heavy. It felt like something sharp had gone through his chest. “No, it’s not that…” Aurora’s

Silvia watched Damien’s face and felt a wave of fear. The coldness in his eyes told her he was not going to let this go easily. She made a quick decision. It was better for her to take the full blame than to let him dig into Aurora’s actions. If he started questioning Aurora too hard, it could destroy the careful image they had built and ruin any chance of a future marriage into a powerful family.She rushed forward, face twisted with forced regret, and dropped to her knees right in front of him. “Mr. Vance… it’s all my fault! I’m not a good mother at all!”Her voice cracked as she kept talking. “My family is drowning. We have no real capital left. The factories are closing one after another. When the Ashfords pushed us into a corner, your side refused to step in and help. We were desperate. My husband and I decided we had to sell whatever we could just to keep the doors open a little longer. I took Aurora’s jewelry without telling her and sold it. That necklace… if I had known it was

After the charity auction Maureen went straight to her room and locked the door behind her. She stayed inside for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Closing herself off like that was rare. The quiet felt safer than any conversation. Night had settled fully when Michael and Ethan arrived at the villa. Maureen eventually came downstairs. Her steps were slow, her shoulders slumped, and the light in the hallway made the tiredness on her face obvious. Michael reached her first. He took her gauze-wrapped hand as if it might break and turned it carefully under the lamp. “How bad is the cut? Did Steven change the dressing properly? Does it still throb? Any redness or heat that might mean infection?” Maureen eased her hand back. “I know basic wound care. It’s nothing serious. Steven already carries enough responsibility. I won’t add a scratched hand to his list.” Ethan's face hardened. “Steven has been too quiet about this. If we hadn’t come home and run into Aunt Katherine

That night Michael, Ethan, and Maureen left Tidor and drove to tideview. The two cities sat close to each other. The highway trip took less than two hours under the dark sky. Tidor was the busy money center of the country. It had rich resources and wide chances for growth. Almost every powerful group wanted a share of that land. Tideview was different. For hundreds of years the city had belonged to only one family — the Ashford family. The Ashfords created so many jobs that they supported at least one-third of the people who lived there. Because of that, Richard Ashford was known as the uncrowned emperor of Tideview. Without the Ashford name the city would have stayed small and ordinary. Its economy would never have grown so strong or so fast. The three siblings arrived at the old Meteor Atelier just after nine. Soft lights glowed behind the wooden windows. An elderly man in his sixties hurried to the door the moment he heard the car. His name was Bill. He managed the place. “Ah!

Michael blinked slowly, her red-rimmed eyes focusing on the man standing in front of her. Charles took two quick strides across the dusty workshop floor and dropped to one knee right beside her chair. Tilting his head up, he looked at her with an easy, crooked smile that instantly softened his sharp features. "Word on the street is you were about to write me off completely," he said, his voice laced with smooth, playful affection. Maureen's lips trembled, her throat tightening as she looked at him. "Charles..." "Thank God," he exhaled, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "You still remember my name. I was getting worried I’d have to introduce myself all over again." As Maureen's cousin brother, taken into Richard Ashford's family. Charles had a reputation for being cold, distant, and impossible to read. But whenever he was in the same room Maureen, that intimidating shell completely melted away. He slid an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in slightly, while reaching i