All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regretful Divorce: His Hidden Heirs : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment the call connected, Emily shot to her feet so abruptly that her chair scraped loudly against the polished floor. She took the phone from the lawyer.“Xavier?”There was silence. She looked at the phone. She almost thought he had ended the call upon hearing her voice. For a second, all she could hear was the faint hum of traffic on the other end of the line.Then his familiar voice came. “...Did you receive the documents?”Emily's fingers tightened around the phone. Her lips parted, but no words came out. He knew about this. He had sent them. This wasn't some horrible misunderstanding.“Xavier…” Her voice cracked. “Please tell me this isn't real.”“It is.”“No.” She shook her head frantically, tears gathering in her eyes. “No, it can't be. There has to be a mistake.”“There isn't. Sign the papers.”The calmness in his voice terrified her more than if he had shouted. She looked at Callister, hoping he would interrupt and tell her this had all been a cruel joke. He lowered his

Kathy stared at Emily as though she had misheard her. The color drained from her face and the folded clothes in her hands slipped onto the polished floor.“What... what did you just say?”Emily stood motionless beside the staircase, her fingers tightening around the strap of her handbag. She had managed to remain composed in front of Xavier, Stella and Vivian, but saying the words aloud to someone who genuinely cared about her made the pain feel real.“I got divorced.”Kathy's eyes widened in disbelief.“No... that can't be true.”“It is.”“The young master wouldn't…”Emily let out a bitter laugh. “He already did.”Kathy looked at the divorce agreement still clutched in Emily's hand before looking back at her tear-stained face. She had served the Carter family for over twenty years and had watched Emily grow from a young girl into the woman of the house. Never had she imagined seeing her leave the mansion this way.“What happened upstairs?” Kathy asked softly.Emily lowered her head.

By the time Emily left the hospital and returned to the hotel, she was exhausted. Kathy helped her settle onto the bed before bringing her a glass of water.“Slowly,” she said. “The doctor said you need to rest.”Emily took the glass and nodded. Kathy stayed close, making sure she ate something before allowing her to rest. She fussed over her constantly, adjusting the pillows, bringing her food and reminding her not to get up unnecessarily.Emily didn't complain. She knew Kathy was only worried about her. Later that afternoon, Emily's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and immediately frowned. It was Aunt Linda. Emily almost ignored the call.She had never been particularly close to Linda. Her aunt had always been more interested in the Carter family's reputation and business than in Emily herself. The phone continued ringing. With a sigh, Emily answered.“What?”“Is that how you answer your aunt now?” Her aunt's stern voice came from the other end.Emily leaned back against the he

The first thing Emily noticed about Metro City was how different it felt from Ranch City. It was louder, busier, and much larger. Tall buildings filled the skyline, cars moved constantly along the roads, and people seemed to have somewhere to be at every hour of the day.Emily watched everything through the car window as the driver drove them toward the apartment she had arranged for them. She didn't know how long she would stay there. Maybe a few months, maybe longer. For now, it was enough.She had already decided that she would take her time before buying another property. There was no point rushing into another major decision when she was still figuring out what she wanted her life in Metro City to look like.When they finally arrived, Kathy helped her bring their bags inside. The apartment wasn't luxurious, but it was comfortable. It had two bedrooms, a spacious living room, a small kitchen, and large windows overlooking part of the city. Emily walked from one room to another, ta

SIX YEARS LATEREmily was already awake when she heard the bedroom door open. She turned from the window and found Adrian standing there, his hair disheveled and his expression unusually serious for a six-year-old. He didn't say anything at first. Emily knew that look. She set down the phone in her hand.“Another bad dream?”Adrian nodded. He climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat beside her, rubbing his eyes. “I saw him again.”Emily's expression softened. “The same man?”He gave another nod. Adrian had been having the dream for as long as Emily could remember. It never happened every night, or even every week, but whenever it did, the details seemed to linger with him.“What happened this time?” she asked.“I was somewhere I didn't know.”His little brows pulled together as he tried to remember.“There were lots of people, but I couldn't see their faces. Then I saw him.”“What was he doing?”“Nothing.”Emily smiled faintly. “Nothing?”“He was just standing there.”Adrian looked do