All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret: Chasing His Ex wife : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lachlan's POVThe sweet scent of jasmine filled my nostrils when Amelia walked in. Just her smile was enough to ease the weight of the day off my shoulders. Of course, we have had our fair share of arguments lately, but I was hoping we could settle everything and have a chance to relax and stay in each other's arms tonight. No one else, just the two of us together. “Hey.” I called out as I set my briefcase down, the aroma of dinner wafting through the air. “I’m home."She appeared from the dining room, her face lighting up when she saw me. That smile—God, I’d missed it. “Welcome home, love, how was work?” She said softly, walking over to me. My face spread into a wider smile till my cheeks were hurting, but I didn't care. I would endure any form of pain because of her. I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “It smells amazing here.” I said, my voice sounding warm and inviting. “Go wash up; dinner’s almost ready.” She ordered gently, pushing me upstairs. I chuckled and obeyed; momen

Amelia's POVI snapped the stem off the cherry, the plump fruit now free of the little leaves attached to it.“What colour should I paint this time?” Lillian asked. She had returned yesterday after hearing what happened at the house a few days ago. Typical Lilian. She didn't stop wailing even when she hugged me. I knew she missed me and I missed her too.I popped the cherry in my mouth, enjoying the juicy sweetness with my eyes closed.“I think pink and blue.” I replied with my eyes closed relishing the taste of the cherry. Nowadays, my cravings are off the charts. Just an hour ago, I had a big bucket of ice cream and now, it's onto fruits.“Alright. Pink and blue it is.” Lillian smiled as she propped my swollen feet on the pillow on her lap.I watched Lilian smoothly glide the nail polish brush over my toe nails. For a brief moment, I almost forgot I was pregnant. “Babe?” I heard Lachlan call for me.“We're in the garden!” I called back, popping another cherry into my mouth.“There

LACHLAN’S POVAs I glanced at the Patek Philippe Nina that got me on my birthday last year, I knew my patience was wearing thin. This was the umpteenth time that I was checking the time. If anyone took the hint, they would know I wanted to leave. Badly.We were going over the quarterly sales forecast update, and each time a word leaves Jeremy's lips, I die. If there was an award to be given to the most boring business meeting, it would be the quarterly sales forecast because why would an entire team of over a hundred professionals loop me in their boring discussion about sales pipeline management and data? I'm the CEO. I should be doing nothing at all!“Now, we'll move onto the final agenda of the meeting.” Jeremy flipped his clipboard over.I let out a deep sigh. "Finally."I looked around the conference room. Everyone was trying so hard not to sleep; their eyes drooped and their faces grew fatigued. I suddenly felt pity for them and wanted to cancel the meeting, but if we don't go o

CASSIE'S POVNina’s smile turned sour, and she crossed her arm over her chest. "You... what's the likes of you doing here?” Normally, I'd expect her to kiss and hug me like we used to, but now we just stared daggers at each other. Things haven't been the same since she stumbled upon me and Chris.I noticed Lachlan watching us with narrowed eyes as though calculating my very next move. The old Cassandra would've retorted sharply without delay, but if I had to prove that I've changed, I’d have to act like it. So instead of yelling back at Nina, I bowed my head and apologised.“I'm sorry if my presence upsets you." Then I lifted my head. “If there's nothing else, I'd best be on my way.”The room was left stunned. I could tell because they stared with wide eyes. Now, I have their attention. Bloody fools.I picked up my purse, ready to leave, but Lach’s mom stopped me. “Come on, Cassie. Don't do that. Don't leave because of us.” She gave me a warm smile.Ah, this one has always been my

AMELIA'S POV In Lachlan's eyes, I probably come off as the villain. It was undeniable. I could see it. The hate, the disgust, how he was lost for words for how I've changed. I, too, am shocked at myself. Why am I behaving the way I am? Ah, it must be these pregnancy hormones. The chauffeur pulled up at the hospital. I shifted towards the door, wondering if this was the right decision at all. But when the chauffeur held the door open and extended his hand to help me out, I knew there was no going back. My sandals hit the soft pavement, and I clutched my purse tightly. The chauffeur took a step back and stared at me as though waiting for further instructions. His glassy blue eyes held no emotion, but his hands trembled as though there was something he wanted to say. Mark or Michael, was it? I couldn't remember his name. The company sends us different drivers every week. I could barely keep up with all their names. I sensed his worry and pulled up a bright smile. “I'm going t