All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabel’s POVLilith's irritation was palpable. Her sharp eyes narrowed, her lips twitching as though she was fighting to hold back a retort. Her fingers gripped the edges of her chair. But before she could spit out whatever venomous words she had prepared, the auctioneer’s voice boomed through the hall.“Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer announced with a theatrical pause, “Welcome to an evening of rare treasures and timeless pieces. Our collection of items this evening is truly exceptional...”The room grew silent as everyone turned their attention to the stage. Lilith still managed to shoot me one last glare, her gaze like daggers piercing into me. It was a silent accusation, simmering with unspoken threats.As she settled into her seat, I couldn’t shake the feeling of her watching me. Even while pretending to be engaged with the auction, her glances told me otherwise.She wore a stunning evening gown that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the chandelier lights. Her

Isabel’s POV“Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer began, drawing out the suspense, “this exquisite ruby necklace dates back to the early 19th century. Crafted by a master jeweler, its deep red stones symbolize both passion and power.”His gaze swept over the crowd as he continued. “These rubies are some of the finest you’ll ever see—untouched, unblemished, and set in a custom-designed gold frame. A true collector’s piece.”The room hummed with quiet admiration as he went on. “This necklace is not only a symbol of elegance but a testament to history. A one-of-a-kind treasure, ladies and gentlemen.”But I didn’t need to hear the details. I knew them by heart. The ruby necklace had once belonged to my mother. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was her, in a way. A link to the love she’d given me, to the memories that now felt like they were slipping away. I could still picture it around her neck. The way those rubies sparkled against her skin. The way her deep blue eyes shimmered wi

Isabel’s POVI stood outside the auction hall, the evening air biting against my skin. The cold, harsh wind whipped around me. I didn't need to turn around to know who had come to taunt me. The voice was all too familiar.Emerson always seemed to show up at the worst moments. As if he had a radar for my most humiliating situations. It was as if he was waiting, lurking in the shadows. Ready to catch me at my weakest just to watch me break.The sound of his leather shoes clicking against the floor echoed closer. Each step felt like a hammer to my fragile composure. I could feel his presence closing in. And with it, a wave of panic was rising in my chest. I couldn't bear it any longer.I spun around, my voice trembling with a fury that had been simmering for months. “Why should I have regrets? Regrets about what? For not seeing your true face sooner? For not giving up the position of Mrs. Williams earlier so you could parade Lilith around?”Emerson’s eyes widened, caught off guard by my o

Isabel’s POVThe brooch was the only thing of value I had left. The delicate emerald piece had been passed down through Emerson's family. It was never meant to leave my possession, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Emerson’s grandmother had once owned the brooch. She was a proud and elegant lady, embodying a grace that few could match, even in her later years. When I met her, she was already advanced in age. Her silver hair was styled immaculately, and her blue eyes sharp with a lifetime of wisdom. The emerald brooch was pinned on her cashmere blouse. The piece had been a gift from her husband’s grandmother. The ancient brooch had been in the family for countless generations.“Hello, dear,” she had said, taking my hands in hers. “It’s good to finally meet a woman worthy of Emerson’s love.” I blushed at the compliment. Despite her frailty, she held herself with a dignity that made you forget her age.She passed away just a few weeks before our wedding. Her death left

Emerson’s POVI had imagined countless ways Isabel might appear today. Would she come in quiet defiance, her eyes burning with resolve? Or perhaps she would be nervous, desperate for me to notice her struggle? But nothing could have prepared me for how beautiful she looked tonight.When Isabel walked in, time seemed to slow. She looked stunning, radiant even, reminding me of the woman she was when we first married. The same grace, the same fire in her eyes. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in immaculate golden curls. Her deep blue gown hugged her figure in all the right ways. She looked like a queen among the crowd. Her presence commanded attention, yet she moved with a subtle grace that only someone like her could possess.My breath caught in my throat, and I hated myself for it. I also hated the way every man in the room seemed to notice her. Their eyes lingered on her as she moved. Their gazes were filled with something that made my blood boil—a mix of admiration and desire th