All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Scarred Wife Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elodie's POV"I'm not dealing with this shit tonight."I turned off my phone screen, plunging the room back into total darkness. I placed it face-down on the nightstand, refusing to let Iris’s silly little post waste another second of my peace.I got out of the master bed, gathered my blanket and pillow, and walked down the hall to the guest room. I closed the door behind me, climbed into the fresh sheets, and stared up at the dark ceiling.As the quiet hum of the night filled the room, my mind drifted back through the past six years.Six long years. Every single evening, I had sat in this villa waiting for the sound of his car in the driveway. I remembered cooking warm meals every night, keeping the food under heated covers until midnight while I sat by the cold window. I remembered worrying constantly about his health, worrying if his stomach was acting up from missed meetings, stressing over whether wealthy clients were giving him a hard time, and ensuring his suits were pressed

Elodie's POVThe morning sun filtered weakly through the tall windows of the villa, casting long, pale shadows across the quiet dining room. I sat alone at the massive mahogany table, staring at a ceramic mug of black coffee I had no intention of drinking. My shoulders still ached from the previous night's struggle, and Kevin's ridiculous accusation continued to echo in my mind.You're doing this because you're jealous.A cold, humorless breath escaped my lips. The sheer arrogance of the man was enough to make my stomach turn.Soft footsteps approached across the marble floor, and Mrs. Gable, our elderly housekeeper, entered the dining room carrying a fresh silver tray. Her face was lined with quiet, motherly concern as she placed it beside my plate."Good morning, ma'am," she said gently. "Mr. Curt called a few minutes ago. He said he'll be back shortly to pick you up so you can both visit your parents' home today. He asked me to tell you to wait for him and get ready."My fingers ti

Elodie's POVThe ride across town felt painfully slow. Inside the quiet sedan, the air conditioner hummed steadily while the windshield wipers swept away the light drizzle. Neither of us said a word. Kevin kept his eyes on the traffic ahead, his jaw still tense from our earlier argument, while I stared blankly through the side window at the gray buildings blurring past.When the car finally stopped outside my parents' apartment complex, Kevin shifted into park and reached for the heavy gift baskets. As he gathered the expensive packages, he also pulled a long, sleek black leather case from the floorboard.I frowned, wondering what else he had brought, but I said nothing. I stepped out into the damp morning air, and we walked toward the lobby in silence.We took the elevator to the third floor. The small metal compartment smelled faintly of damp coats and floor polish. Before Kevin could knock, the front door swung open.My mother stood in the doorway wearing her floral apron, her fa

Elodie’s POVBy the time Kevin and my father returned from their golf game, the atmosphere in the apartment had changed considerably. My mother, who had spent the afternoon insulting me and threatening to ruin my reputation, was now bustling around the dining table with an enthusiasm I rarely saw from her.She had prepared several dishes, including Kevin's favorites, and kept asking whether he needed anything else. My father was equally attentive, repeatedly bringing up their golf game and laughing at every little thing Kevin said.It was almost embarrassing to watch.“Kevin, you should come over more often,” my father said as we settled around the dining table. “It's been a long time since I've had such an enjoyable afternoon. We should make this a regular thing.”“Of course,” Kevin replied politely, reaching for his glass.My mother immediately placed another serving of food on his plate. “You barely ate anything earl

Elodie's POVThe radio continued playing softly as Kevin drove, the song's lyrics filling the silence between us. I kept my eyes on the passing scenery, determined not to look at him or wonder what was going through his mind.Then his phone rang.The sound cut through the music, and he glanced at the screen before answering almost immediately.“Iris?”I didn't turn toward him, but the name caught my attention.I couldn't imagine why she was calling him this late, but I noticed the change in his expression from the corner of my eye. His grip tightened around the steering wheel, and the casual look on his face gradually disappeared.“What happened?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious.I stared through the window, pretending not to listen. Whatever was happening between them had nothing to do with me anymore. I had already made up my mind to leave this marriage, and I wasn't going to spend my remaining days worrying about the woman Kevin had chosen to put before me.He listened for a