Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret

REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ISSUES APOLOGY TO WIFE AFTER PREVIOUS VIDEO BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ADRAIN, ADDRESSES DIVORCE: "I WAS HURT AND LASHED OUT" BILLIONAIRE GRANTS WIFE 40% OF COMPANY IN DIVORCE SETTLEMENT What? What was all these? This wasn't true. This was another of his plans. He did that on purpose. No. No, no, no, no, no. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. Then I saw it. A video. Posted two days ago. Adrian's face in the thumbnail. Looking somber. Serious. Remorseful.

As she looked at him, she no longer saw the loving man she had married, but rather the cold-hearted billionaire that none of my foster sisters wanted to marry. Hayley rose to her feet unsteadily, staring at the documents Leonardo had impatiently tossed onto the sofa. She shook my head, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and attempting to compose herself. Though Hayley knew he was the one at fault, She bent on her knees, begging him for a second chance. She pleaded desperately,

His eyes glared at me with rage, his hands balled into a fist. "I've you suddenly have memory loss Jason. That bakery is mine, so tell me why I shouldn't go to my own bakery." "It seems you must have forgotten that you are my wife, juliet. I am one of the most respectable men in this country, it's already enough that you are ugly and fat.. repulsive to the eyes, but what I won't take from you... Is making me look bad Infront of the world, that I billionaire and among the richest men in America, is allowing my wife to work. When she could just easily seat at home and relax."

“My back doesn’t hurt anymore right now. I just want to devour you completely. Danielle, your body is incredible. Just looking at you gets me hard. Frank Tino was an idiot for abandoning a beautiful wife like you.” “Mr. Billionaire, don’t mention my ex-husband…” “What? Does hearing his name hurt your feelings?” The billionaire’s voice turned teasing. “Later, you’ll have to answer me this… between him and me, who makes you feel better?”

Just pure, icy indifference. A heavy, leaden unease settled deep into my joints. My toes curled inside my boat shoes, tapping anxiously against the floor. I spun the pen in my hand, twisting and rolling it, trying to channel the frantic energy vibrating through my body. Mr. Tega was a forty-year-old billionaire who literally had the world at his feet, yet he didn't give a single damn that his stunning, passionate wife had been waiting in his office for nearly half an hour. Right then, I understood exactly why she was searching for affection elsewhere. A wave of bitter regret washed over me for missing my chance earlier. She had touched me. Her hand lingering on mine had meant something.

The silence on Preston’s end grew heavy, a dark realization sinking into his gut, and he asked, “So, your undying love is only valid as long as I am the James family heir, Vivica? If I am a billionaire, I am your soulmate, but if I am just an ordinary man, I am a social circle embarrassment?” Preston hung up before she could respond. For the first time, Preston felt a flicker of genuine regret for how he had treated his wife, but it was too late.

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

“Because I have the feeling that it is a he. I honestly don't care, though. Whoever it is better get ready to work” I shook my head, trying to refocus my attention back on my phone, when the news that was being reported caused my blood to run cold. The headline flashed across the screen. “Multi Billionaire Philanthropist, Tyson, announces a remembrance ceremony for his mystery ex-wife who died almost six years ago” I sprang to my feet as my heart pounded hard against my chest and anger slowly coursed through my veins. Tyson, my ex-husband! He was the reason my life was ruined from the start. He was the one who sold me to the rogue king and painted the false narrative about how I was dead. Fu

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

I countered. "Because I know," He said. "And shouldn't you be thanking me right now? I've thrown away fifty million dollars just to buy a bank to pay off your debts. Look how responsible I am for the welfare of my son and his mother." He said it with the excessive confidence his empty, big-headed thinking produced. "I didn't ask you to do it," Now, I regret ever marrying him. "Your confidence doesn't cease to amaze me," "You'll be surprised by how amazing I am,"