All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The words settled between them like a final door closing.Amelia… we need to talk.She stood in the doorway, staring at Ethan.For a few seconds, neither of them moved.The sealed envelope sat on the table between them.She already knew what was inside.She just wasn't ready to hear him say it.Talk about what” she asked quietly.Ethan looked at her, and something in his expression made her stomach tighten.Not anger.Not coldness.Something heavier.I think you already know. He said Amelia let out a small, humorless laugh.Yeah. Her eyes dropped to the envelope. I think I do.She walked into the room slowly.Every step felt strangely loud against the wooden floor.When she reached the desk, she stopped.Her fingers hovered over the envelope but didn't touch it.Is this the divorce agreement?Ethan didn't answer immediately.That was enough.Amelia closed her eyes.So it really is happening.Amelia..Ethan Called softly. No!!!. She opened her eyes again. Please don't soften it for me

The pen looked harmless.Just a black pen lying beside a stack of papers.But to Amelia, it looked like the final weapon in a war she had been fighting alone for three years.She stared at it.Then at the divorce agreement.Then back at the pen.“Sign here.”The lawyer's words from earlier echoed in her mind.She hadn't expected it to feel like this.She had imagined crying.Maybe begging.Maybe asking Ethan to reconsider.Instead, she felt strangely calm.Empty, perhaps.But calm.Amelia slowly sat at the dining table.The same table where she had waited for Ethan countless nights.The same table where untouched dinners had gone cold.The same table where she had once imagined they would celebrate anniversaries, birthdays, and eventually children.She ran her fingers over the smooth surface.“Three years,” she whispered.Her phone vibrated.A message from Emma.Amyy, are you okay?Amelia stared at it.She typed:I'm about to sign.The reply came almost immediately.Are you sure?Ameli

For the first time in three years, Ethan walked into his bedroom and felt like a stranger.He stood in the doorway, staring at the empty space beside the bed.Amelia was gone.Not in the kitchen.Not sitting by the window.Not waiting downstairs.Not sleeping on her side of the bed.Gone....Ethan slowly stepped inside.The room was silent.Too silent.He loosened his collar and looked around.Her perfume was gone.The books she kept beside the bed were gone.The small vase she always filled with fresh flowers was gone.Even the cream-colored blanket she loved was missing.He stared at the empty nightstand.“This is what I wanted,” he whispered.But the words sounded wrong.He sat on the edge of the bed.“No,” he corrected himself quietly. “This is what I thought I wanted.”His eyes closed.He remembered Amelia standing in front of him earlier.You don't get to tell me you're losing me after spending three years making sure I felt like I never had you.His chest tightened.He opened h

Are you seriously telling me you want to start working again with that old sketchbook?Amelia looked up from the dining table.Lucas stood in the kitchen doorway, holding a mug of coffee and staring at the open pages in front of her.Yes.With what money?She paused.Good morning to you too.I’m asking a serious question, Amy.So am I. Good morning.Lucas shook his head and walked over.Amelia.Lucas.You need a plan.I already have one.Let me hear it.She turned the sketchbook toward him.I’m going to start small. I’ll take whatever interior-design projects I can manage, save the money, and build from there.And where are you getting your first client?Amelia's smile faded,well…….that part is still under consideration.Under consideration?I'm working on it.Lucas pulled out a chair.Okay. What have you tried?I messaged two people I worked with before I got married. One hasn't replied, and the other said she'll get back to me.And?And I made a list of people I could contact.Let

Chapter 19 — She’s DifferentEthan had spent three days telling himself he wasn't thinking about Amelia.He was lying.Sir?Ethan didn't look up.What?Daniel stood in front of his desk with a folder.The Parker project.Ethan's eyes lifted.What about it?The design team submitted the updated proposal.Good.Daniel didn't move.Ethan frowned.What?You asked me to let you know when Ms. Carter submitted it.I asked because she's handling a Blackwood project.Right.Daniel placed the folder on the desk.She did an excellent job.Ethan opened it.He barely looked at the pages.You've said that already.I have.And?Daniel hesitated.She seems happy.Ethan's fingers stopped.Happy?Yes.What does that have to do with the project?Nothing.Then why mention it?Daniel gave him a knowing look.You're the one who asked.Ethan closed the folder.I asked about her work.Of course.Daniel.Yes, sir.Go.Daniel smiled faintly.Absolutely.He turned toward the door.Daniel.He stopped.Ethan's vo