Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Regret; His Crippled Ex- Wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 27

Chapter Twenty-One The early morning of October 24th came with a cool, soft sunrise that turned the sky to shades of orange and crisp blue.It was exactly 6:00 AM.I was the only one in the center of the master bedroom. I wore a simple high quality black wool coat, a white soft blouse, well tailored black trousers, and light flat shoes.There wasn't much pain in my left leg. Though it still ached as usual, I felt stable, and I was able to move effortlessly without requiring the use of cane or any support.My single leather suitcase was in front of the bedroom door. Other things, like my architectural blueprints, my mother's jewelry, my journals and professional archives, had been transferred through Sarah's courier three days ago to London where they were currently clearing customs.I carried my leather handbag, took out my passport, went over my boarding pass once more, and stepped out of the living room.Meanwhile, Julian was sitting on the dark cushion inside his large room.He wa

Chapter Twenty-threeThe autumn in Kensington was quite different from the one I grew up with and got accustomed to in New York. Unlike the harsh storms that usually accompanied the season in New York, it arrived here with a soft amber light that diffused through the plane trees in the street.My apartment in Scarsdale Villas was an abode made of high ceilings, marble floors, and tall windows from where a quiet garden was visible. There was no place for padded table edges here unlike in the prison Julian built to keep me back in the United States. There were no velvet curtains drawn against the sky, no silver trays by the door on a daily basis. Every piece of furniture here had a purpose and it provided the comfort it was meant to provide.On a cool Tuesday evening, exactly nine months after my arrival in London, I was busy sitting at my dining table, going through the final site allocation budgets for the Heritage Pavilion project. Marcus was expected to come over by seven thirty wit

Chapter Twenty-five By the spring of the following year, nineteen months after I departed from New York, I had been fully established in London. My entire life had taken a new shape particularly in the architectural industry.It was just three months to the grand opening of the Kensington Heritage Cultural Pavilion. My research team had grown to twelve junior architects, and my periodic private seminars on suitable structural engineering were fully booked two semesters ahead.One rainy Wednesday morning, as I was sitting before my large drafting table in my Scarsdale private apartment, I received my morning mail. Apart from the local architectural journals, utility bills, and global research correspondence, I saw a thick cream envelope without a corporate letterhead.I recognised the handwriting on the front immediately: sharp, legible, and disciplined.It was Julian's handwriting.I sat calm with my cup of hot coffee, staring at the envelope for a while. My heartbeat did not increas

Chapter Twenty-sevenThree years after my departure from New York, I sat outside on a sofa at my Kensington apartment in London.It was getting late in the evening. The sky above the city displayed brilliant colours of gold, rose and violet, as the rays of sunlight fell on the roofs of buildings in the neighborhood. The breeze was warm, still mixed with the sweet aroma of night-blooming flowers and newly cut green grass.That evening was peaceful.I sat, feeling comfortable with my legs crossed, holding a mug of black tea I was about to sip. This particular night, I felt no titanium pain in my leg. There was no ghost man sitting beside me in the name of massaging my leg to alleviate pains. There were no unending sounds of medical diagnoses, and no room for a strange woman to exaggerate my condition to her secret advantage.For the first time in a long while, I had no reason to measure my happiness by what someone else approved. I was living normally.My phone was placed on a small wo