All Chapters of His Greatest Regret ⭐: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain had been falling for hours, drumming relentlessly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blackwood Manor. Lightning flashed across the night sky, briefly illuminating the grand estate that had once felt like home to Aurora Bennett. Tonight, it looked more like a prison. Aurora stood in the marble hallway, her fingers trembling as she clutched the divorce papers pressed against her chest. The white dress she wore was no longer the symbol of a hopeful future. Rainwater soaked the hem, and tears blurred her vision until she could barely read the words on the page. Three years. Three years of loving Damian Blackwood with everything she had. Three years of believing that behind the cold, powerful billionaire was a man capable of love. She had been wrong. Taking a shaky breath, she pushed open the heavy oak doors leading into Damian's private office. The room was silent except for the soft scratching of a fountain pen across paper. Damian didn't look up. Dressed in a perf

Damian stared at the brown envelope lying on his desk. The elegant handwriting across the front read: For Damian. His fingers hovered over it for a moment before he finally broke the seal. "What are you doing?" Vanessa asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Damian ignored her. He unfolded the first sheet. His eyes widened. It was a medical report from St. Mary's Hospital. The patient's name read: Aurora Bennett Blackwood. Below it was another line that caught his attention. Reason for Visit: Prenatal Examination. His heartbeat slowed. "Prenatal?" He turned the page, but before he could read another word, Vanessa snatched the report from his hands. "Enough!" she snapped. Damian frowned. "Give it back." Vanessa forced a laugh, but her hands trembled. "It's obviously fake." "She probably made it to manipulate you." Damian held out his hand. "I said... give it back." Reluctantly, Vanessa returned the papers. He continued reading. His br

Aurora stood quietly outside the hospital, clutching the ultrasound image to her chest. The tiny heartbeat on the black-and-white scan was the only thing giving her strength."You still have me," she whispered, gently rubbing her stomach.A cool breeze swept across the parking lot as she hailed a taxi. Before she could get in, her phone rang.The caller ID made her heart skip.Damian Blackwood.For several seconds, she simply stared at the screen.Her thumb hovered over the answer button.Then...She declined the call.Some conversations came too late.---Inside Blackwood Manor, Damian lowered his phone."She rejected my call," he muttered.Ethan, standing nearby, remained silent.Damian rarely called anyone twice.Yet after a few moments, he dialed again.This time...The call went straight to voicemail.He sighed heavily."I need to find her."Ethan carefully chose his words."Sir... are you looking for your ex-wife because you miss her...""...or because you're afraid she was inno

Aurora woke before sunrise.For the first time in days, her heart felt calmer.She stood on the balcony of her parents' house, watching the golden rays of the morning sun spread across the quiet neighborhood. The cool breeze brushed against her face as she rested a hand on her stomach."This is our new beginning," she whispered.She had spent too much time mourning the life she had lost. It was time to build a new one.Behind her, her father stepped onto the balcony carrying a steaming mug of coffee."I thought I'd find you here."Aurora smiled faintly."I've been thinking.""About Damian?"She shook her head."About myself."Her father nodded approvingly."Good."He handed her a thick brown folder."I've been waiting until you were ready."Aurora opened it.Inside were documents, business reports, and ownership certificates.Across the first page was the name:Bennett Textile GroupHer eyes widened."Dad... this company still exists?""It does.""It struggled after I retired, but I n

The first rays of sunlight broke through the dusty windows of Bennett Textile Group as Aurora unlocked the front door.Today wasn't about mourning the past.It was about reclaiming the future.She looked around the abandoned lobby. Paint peeled from the walls, furniture was covered in white sheets, and the company logo had almost faded beyond recognition.Most people would have seen a failed business.Aurora saw potential.Charles Whitmore walked in carrying a box of old files."I wasn't sure you'd come this early."Aurora smiled."If I want this company to live again, I have to treat every day like it matters."Charles nodded approvingly."Your grandfather used to say the same thing."Moments later, Aurora's father arrived with two cleaners and an electrician."It's not much," he admitted, "but everyone has agreed to help."Aurora's eyes filled with gratitude."Thank you.""No," her father replied. "Thank yourself. You've given this family hope again."---By midday, the building loo