All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“I didn't know how much the kids are getting affected by my choice,” I said, breaking the silence between us as I glanced at him. Brion stopped what he was doing to look at me. He looked surprised by my words. He was not expecting me to say anything. I bet he thought we would complete the task in silence because I didn't want to chat with him. “What made you think so?” His question made it seem like he was walking on eggshells. "Willow made me promise not to leave again. They thought I would leave should they turn their backs. It was sad listening to my baby. I didn't know they would be this affected by my actions.” Brion stopped what he was doing to focus on me. There was a small smile on his lips as he looked at me. “I didn't want to tell you about it, so you wouldn't feel I was burdening you. The separation is affecting the kids, Willow mostly. She once told River that you abandoned them because they always demanded things. Didn't you notice they stopped asking for things whenev

I raised an eyebrow at that. “Then why did Nova suspect you? If you are not the one, why are you trying to get the suspicion off you? Don't you think it will only make us doubt you more? Telling me you know nothing about this proves you are the one.”How else did she know we were suspecting her if she wasn't the one behind everything happening?Lilith's expression turned guarded. “That's complicated. But I assure you, Dashiell, I'm not the one threatening your family. I don't have any interest in you anymore.” She reached out to place her hand on mine, but I took my hand back, glaring. “You don't have to look at me like I'm the bad person when I'm not. There's someone else doing all this. I'm innocent. The only thing I did was try to hurt Nova five years ago, that's all.”I studied her, searching for any sign of deception. “Who is, then?” "Well..." Her eyes darted around the coffee shop before focusing on me. She leaned forward as if afraid the walls might carry her voice should she

Like always, she looked cool, with that 'I couldn't care less' expression on her face as she watched me. She didn't look stressed. I was the only one among us feeling like I'd aged since we met. “I received the video,” he said, his tone neutral. “I have to admit, I'm intrigued.” I exchanged a glance with Zoey, who nodded encouragingly. “What do you think?” I asked, feigning nonchalance. I kept my expression neutral, so he wouldn't pick up on my emotions, opting to sound like Zoey. “I think Brion's involved, just like you said,” Dashiell replied. “But I need more proof. Nova won't believe me with just this video of him talking to the hooded men. I need something more. Something concrete enough.”Zoey mouthed “good” and gave a thumbs-up, encouraging me. She uncrossed her legs, still focused on me. However, this time, I could see a crack in her otherwise stoic face. She seemed excited. Like a kid who got promised a car. Her eyes sparkled. “I can get you more information,” I offered

I angrily downed the content of my coffee in one go, scalding my tongue, but I didn't feel it. I was still pissed because of those gold diggers that called themselves parents. I just had to hope the day wouldn't be that bad for me. Having met them this morning, I only have to hope their bad luck won't rub off on me. Dashiell was waiting in front of the office for me, nervously tugging on his suit. The moment my car drove into the personal space I got when I came to the company, he walked over, smiling as he opened the door for me. “You look pretty,” he breathed out, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes took me in, from my head to my toes. “Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself.” I got out of the car with my handbag. Locking the door behind me. “Uhm… Thanks. I thought to dress up for today.” He looked down, hiding the flush on his cheeks. I smiled at that, giving him an appraisal, and enjoying the way he squirmed at my gaze, like a shy bride. Dashiel

Dashiell looked confused by my response. “Are you planning on leaving this country?” “No.”“Then why are you talking about the years being far?” “I just…” Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the frustration seeping in gradually, like a thief. “I don't even know if I would work for companies by then. I intend to open a branch here in Paris to have my company, Dashiell.” I had discussed this with Brion, and he thought it was the best decision ever. Having my company would make me independent, just like I had always wanted. I wouldn't have to rely on any company for marketing, and I sure as hell wouldn't need to sign exclusive contracts with any of them. Though Amaya sugar-coated the offer and made it sound like the best thing that would ever happen to me, I didn't trust her not to play tricks on me. “You —” “Is your mother now working for the Elite group? Didn't she step down months ago?” I asked a pressing question, one that had been bugging me since she present