All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DASHIELLI trudged down the road, my mind going back to what Nova asked of me. I knew a day like this would come. A moment where I would have to choose between Nova and Lilith; however, I thought I still had time. I wanted a chance to tell Lilith how I actually felt about Nova, to let her know I wasn't going to fulfil my promise to her, the one I gave to her those years ago. My legs seemed heavy as I dragged it, my thoughts spiralling out of control as I tried to think of how to drop the bombshell on Lilith. I knew it had to be now. Knowing Nova, she might change her mind should I stall for more time. Telling Lilith about it now seemed to be the right decision, yet I felt reluctant. Just for a moment. Lilith has been with me for 5 years. She had faithfully stayed by my side, patiently waiting for the day I would confess to her, not knowing my heart had long found another person to love. I couldn't tell when it happened, but it did.Halfway to my location, I flagged a taxi down, and

DASHIELL When I returned to the house, there was no one there. I knocked on the door for a long time until their neighbour told me she saw them leaving a few minutes ago. It seemed I was late. I didn't take off immediately. I sat on their front porch, waiting, hoping they would return on time, but that wasn't the case. I stayed until it got late before I left. I couldn't call her because the number I saw in her file was linked to her office. She didn't leave any personal number, probably because of me. She must have known I would look for it, which was why she didn't put it. Lilith called me on my way home, but I ignored the call. There was nothing to talk about. Not at the moment. She was calling because of the breakup, and I wasn't in the right mind to speak to her. I will just let matters die down a little before I visit her. I still owe that to her. Having wasted five years of her life, the least I could do was to talk things out with her, to let her know the reasons for my d

LILITHDid he think he would get rid of me easily? That was the greatest joke of the century. I was here to stay. Giving up on him wasn't in the agreement. I spent my youth on him. For 9 years, I clung to him without letting go, only to be tossed to the side because of a fucking stand-in? I knew Dashiell only slept with her that night because of her hair. Had she not been blonde, he wouldn't have done that. To have a stand-in take over the real person's relationship was unheard of, something I wouldn't condone. I will make Nova regret the day she met Dashiell. I didn't succeed in killing her off as I planned five years ago. The abortion was just a cover-up. I had already paid those men to get rid of her. My plans were solid, with no loophole, but that brat spoiled it. She was lucky enough to escape, and I hoped, for my sake, that she would stay hidden, but she didn't. Returning to Paris was the mistake she made. She would have been better off hiding. Now, I will stop at nothing t

I fixed my gaze more on the number on the door as I strode down, trying to locate room 13. The security man was kind enough to point out their classroom, letting me know most of the teachers were in the building behind the colourful one I stepped into. Only a few stayed back to take care of the children as they went for their break. Though most of the kids were seated in their classes, I could hear sounds coming from the end of the hall. “How may I help you, sir?” I almost jumped out of my skin at the question. With my heart thumping loudly in my chest, I turned to see a young teacher smiling up at me, her brown eyes shining with mirth. She seemed amused by my reactions to her question. “Who are you?” She asked, forgoing her initial question. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she gave me an appraisal, the mirth in them vanishing the more I kept silent. Clearing my throat, while mentally beating myself for being shocked by a youngster, I smiled down at her, noting how young her act

NOVA“That will be all for today.” I got up from my chair, and checked the time on my wristwatch, frowning at the thoughts of my kids waiting for me to pick them up. Brion travelled to the States this morning and might be back on Friday, or Sunday, depending on how long it took for him to sort things and get his arse back. I only pray it doesn't extend to next week. The others rose with me, smiling as they walked to the exit, conversing with each other. It had been an overall good day, with the tour around the gallery and our lunch break in an eatery across the road. Miss Benita, the new intern in the design department, was the one who suggested the studio when she heard of the meeting, and it helped a lot. Getting the position was difficult, but I pulled it through with some connections. Working for Dashiell had some advantages, and that included getting away with most things. Not like my feelings for Dashiell had changed or anything. I just stating facts. In this city, all you ne