All Chapters of Billionaire's Biggest Regret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Aria's POVHave dinner with me.Monday mornings had a pattern of their own I have learned to like.I dropped Elias off at the daycare, the office was a bit quiet apart from the sound of movement across the road, before Priya arrived. I hadn't heard from Naomi in almost two weeks. I convinced myself that it was totally normal and nothing unusual.She had a life of her own outside of Edward Hart and everything connected to him. She had a job, friends and whatever looks normal for a woman who had spent twenty years carrying her sister's story alone.I made a mental note to text her late just to check in on her.Edward on the other hand hasn't made any move and by now I had stopped checking my phone every few minutes for updates from Damien's security teams, though I still noticed that somewhere in the back of my mind with every day that passed without incident. It was starting to feel more like relief than me holding my breath and that was a good thing.I tried to push the thoughts asi

Aria's POVFriday came a lot faster than I admit and a lot slower than necessary too.Marcus had suggested that Friday was the perfect day since we both had less things to do at work. Compared to other days, Friday was way calmer with paper work.I had spent most of the week thinking about this particular day even when it wasn't really necessary, catching myself mid-thought.I dropped Elias at Mara's place straight from his daycare. Handling his overnight bag that I had stuffed with his favorite pajamas, two extra changes of clothes because he was going through a funny stage of always spilling things on himself and his favorite Elephant he didn't sleep without.“Have fun tonight, bug,” I said, crouching down to give him a kiss on the top of his head, then I ruffled his hair slightly. “Be good for Aunt Mara, Don't throw food, okay?.”“Bye, Mommy.” He waved, already distracted by the toy bin Mara kept for him for these types of visits, barely giving me a glance. I shook my head, some

Aria's POVGuilt"Yes," I said quietly. "It's Damien." The words came out almost as a whisper, and I kept my eyes fixed on the plate in front of me, suddenly finding it much easier to look at my food than to meet Marcus's eyes.“Aria.” He called softly and I looked up to see the look on his face. He turned to look back at Damien's table. I watched as he slowly put the pieces together.The way I'd stopped walking earlier, how distracted I'd been throughout the meal, and how my eyes kept drifting past him toward the table behind him instead of staying focused on the person sitting right in front of me.“Do you want us to leave?” he asked, his voice low with concern. Somehow, the concern in his voice only made me feel more guilty. “We can go somewhere else if you want. I really don't mind, Aria. We don't have to stay here.”“No.” I said too fast. I sighed, hearing how fast it came out and tried speaking again, slower this time. “No, we don't have to do that. I'm fine.”“You've been eve