All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Isabel’s POVEmerson and I stood mere feet apart in the quiet, echoing hallway outside the courtroom. The air was thick with tension, every breath charged with the weight of unspoken emotions and unresolved pain. Neither of us was willing to back down. His eyes, usually so guarded, now glimmered with grief and desperation.“Isabel, please,” Emerson said, his voice a mix of pleading and frustration. “You don’t have to do this. We can work it out—for Liam, for us.”“There is no ‘us,’ Emerson,” I shot back, my tone cold and unyielding. “That ended long ago. I won’t let you twist this into something it’s not. I’m here for Liam, and I won’t let anything distract me from that.”His jaw clenched, the veins in his neck taut as he struggled to contain his emotions. “I made mistakes,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “I was a fool. But not a day has gone by that I haven’t regretted every single one of them. Isabel, I love you. I can’t live without you.”I steeled myself against the pa

Isabel’s POVElias and I sat across from each other in the quiet corner of a café far from the courthouse, the air between us filled with unspoken words. The tension from earlier still lingered, but there was an underlying warmth—a connection forged through shared history and a mutual understanding of pain.“You shouldn’t have done that, Isabel,” Elias said, his voice steady but edged with concern.I held his gaze, my fingers tightening around the warm cup of tea in my hands. “And what should I have done, Elias? Sit back and let Victor manipulate everyone into believing his lies? Let him erase the suffering he caused?”“You risked everything.” His brow furrowed, his frustration evident. “Do you know what could’ve happened if things went south? Victor’s lawyer was ruthless. If the evidence you presented hadn’t been ironclad, he would’ve torn you apart on that stand.”I exhaled, leaning back in my chair. “I’ve spent too long being scared, Elias. Too long letting others fight my battles.

Isabel’s POVThe café hummed quietly around us. The soft clatter of cups and murmured conversations were a backdrop to the tension brewing at our table. Elias’s face shifted the moment I asked the question. His usually composed expression clouded with something between hesitation and pain. He stared at his coffee, his fingers tightening around the porcelain cup.For a moment, I regretted asking. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” I said quickly, softening my tone. “I’m sorry to—”“No.” He interrupted, his voice steady but subdued. “I just don’t know where to start.”The vulnerability in his eyes was startling. I’d seen Elias battle enemies and face impossible odds without a flicker of hesitation. Yet here he was, struggling to find words.He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from his cup. “To be honest, when I heard Victor’s words, my first reaction wasn’t anger.” He paused, his voice growing quieter. “It was sadness.”I blinked, surprised. “Sadness?”

Isabel’s POV"Wait a minute, Elena. I’m coming," I called back to the little girl in the room behind me. My voice was steady, though my heart raced. So much was happening all at once, and I couldn’t afford to falter.Turning back to Liam, I crouched down, bringing myself to his level. His wide, hopeful eyes searched mine. In them I saw a mix of lingering tears and cautious joy. My heart ached at the sight—it wasn’t fair for a child so young to carry such complicated emotions.“Would you like to meet Elena, Liam?” I asked gently, reaching out to brush a stray curl from his forehead. “She’s very sweet. I think you two would get along.”For a moment, he hesitated. His little hands clutched the edge of his jacket nervously. Then he nodded, his voice soft but steady. “Okay, Mommy.”Hearing him call me that again after so long sent a wave of warmth and guilt rushing through me. His trust, his love, remained unshaken despite everything I had done—despite the distance I had forced between us.

Isabel’s POVI felt the anger simmering just below the surface as Emerson’s veiled threats echoed in my mind. His words were never idle, and I knew all too well what he was capable of. Yet, the indignation burning in my chest refused to let me back down. Did he have to be so damned bossy all the time?There wasn’t even another man for him to worry about. The irony of his jealousy stung, considering how baseless it was. And as for Elena—she wasn’t even my biological daughter. Her presence in my life was something beautiful and complicated, a bond forged from love and circumstance rather than blood.But I wasn’t about to explain any of that to Emerson. Not when he was like this—demanding, overbearing, and convinced he had the right to pry into my private matters. Giving him answers now would only feed his obsession, validate his intrusion. No, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction. Not after everything he had put me through.“Do whatever you want,” I snapped, my voice firm despite the un