Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

Where her child wasn’t being used as leverage in a corporate war. But that life was no longer possible. Adrian spoke again. “You don’t need to worry.” Aurora almost laughed. “I’m pregnant, someone tried to kidnap you, and a billionaire investor just proposed a business marriage.” She looked at him. “Of course I’m worried.” Adrian didn’t respond. But Aurora noticed the slight tension in his shoulders. Even he couldn’t pretend this situation was simple. The traffic light turned green. The car moved forward again. — Twenty minutes later they arrived back at the penthouse.

He looked so scared like he was genuinely scared that I was having a mental breakdown, and I answered calmly, "Elijah....honey...I can't keep wailing in loss, I need to move forward. I need to take care of my family. I'm sorry for ignoring you..." "No, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just glad you're feeling better. I will work with you to ensure that you get back on your feet. And I have gotten a few places I think you will love." He embraced me and spoke like he had been dying to tell me for a while. "You have an investor as a husband and not just an investor but a billionaire, let me help." He said softly and I couldn't do anything but smile.

I stared, but he cut me off. “Enough of this,” he growled. “You know, if I were you, I would remember your place, Cassandra.” His voice was stern, threatening. “YOU were the one who insisted on marrying ME. You saw dollar signs right from the start. My mother was right about you. She’s always been right. You’re a trophy wife. Nothing more. You want my money? Go ahead! Spend my money. Go to Greece, or France, or Bora Bora. Clear your head. Just stop being so dramatic.” I trembled with rage. Trophy wife? The sheer audacity! I’d married Jordyn out of love, not for his money. How dare he? I was just about to tell him this when a hand reached over and took my phone.

"Look at this billionaire making a fool of himself over this woman, just because she's influential. Pathetic." "He deserves this. I heard he hurt her badly in the past." "Do you think she knows who he is?" "Of course, she does. She's his ex, the one he abandoned years ago." "Is that why she mentioned her son, Jumia, being her source of joy?" "Heartbreaking. I feel sorry for her. He deserves everything she's dishing out." "Serves him right. Billionaires like him think the world revolves around them. Look at how far she's come without his help."

She looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.

But then a message popped. “I regret it everyday. I regret ever getting with Camille, I regret pushing my family aside. I am truly sorry, Diana. I know that nothing I say or do will bring our little Angel back, but I'm trying everyday to be a better man. Today is the last day you'll be my wife. I'm sending the divorce papers tomorrow. I've already signed my part. I want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me.” Has Nathan been possessed by a ghost?

He didn't deserve to die. I took a sigh and placed the paper on the table and scribbled my signature on it. God knows I was not the rightful person to sign, I believe his real wife, the one he cherished, the one he wouldn't dare to hurt, was somewhere catching fun. Why wouldn't a billionaire be a player? They lie and joke with people's feelings, it meant nothing to them since they have enough money, they feel everything depended on it. "I'm done with this," I placed the paper on the table for the doctor.

It was another different video release of her sex tape on their wedding eve. It's gone viral. Every major platform is so eager to post anything related to the scandal. Now, his image is tarnished. All for a wedding she forced him to consent to, but instead of keeping to her own end of the bargain, she chose to humiliate him. A deep anger stirred in him as he read the caption. “The billionaire's slutty bride in bed with another man.” “Oops. Who knows? Maybe the president has some performance dysfunction, and she's aware of it; that's why she chose to get a last bang from a poor but healthy professional.” His phone nearly slipped from his hand as he read the first comment under the video capti

I set my cup down and start tapping my fingers on the table, looking conflicted. I can close business deals in less than a minute. People invest in my company, and I have thousands of employees working for me at different branches. I have enough money and assets to be called a billionaire. I’m the most important person in this city, and yet when it comes to talking to my ex-wife, I’m completely nervous. I was so stupid. I lost the best thing that ever happened to me, all because of my own selfish ego. I couldn’t fight for her, and I believed every lie that was told to me. I didn’t give Selene the benefit of the doubt. Every day I wake up is a constant reminder of how much I screwed up.