All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DASHIELL My phone rang the moment I stepped out of the office as if the caller was keeping tabs on me, waiting for me to leave the office. After Nova left, I returned to my work and buried my head in the workload, not thinking of anything until I had completed all my tasks, and that meant staying back to work way behind the normal closing time. There was no need for me to hurry home. Nova wasn't returning that night. She told me she would spend the night with her babies, and that damned Brion, a reason I focused on work, so I could take my mind off them. I didn't want my thoughts to keep filtering towards Nova and Brion. I knew she wouldn't cheat. That wasn't something Nova would do. It wasn't like her to do it. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, a frown marred my features when I saw who it was. I contemplated answering the call until she called for the second time. Puffing out a breath and getting my mind ready, I answered it. “Lils?” I kept my voice as pleasant as I could,

My heart was heavy as I returned to Dashiell's house. I had to leave that night. Hearing those words from Brion made me want to reach out and kiss him, but I couldn't do that. Despite how much I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and let our passion run through the night, I couldn't do that with Brion. It would seem like I cheated with him.I stayed in the car for close to an hour, thinking of Brion's confession. I wondered if I would have gone through with my plans for revenge if he told me about this a month ago. Would I have forgone everything just to be with him? I believe the response would be positive. I admired Brion. There wasn't anything I could fault about him. Dating him would be like a dream come true. The only problem was how that dream got dashed by my thirst for revenge. I was into this and realized it would be difficult to extricate myself until I had done all I planned. Not only to Dashiell but to Lilith and his mother. My family would be the next after I had ta

I didn't mind having sex with my back to him, more than I would have minded five years ago, back when I still loved him like a fool, believing he would return my affection. His hand went to my hair, and he gripped it, not tight enough to hurt my scalp, but tight for him to hold me without letting go. Holding me by the hair, he slightly lifted me from the bed, as his dick resumed the initial thrusts, almost like he didn't just stop to make certain the screams coming from my throat were of pleasure and not pain. I didn't care about that at all. For satisfaction? I don't care. All I wanted was to release my pent-up frustration, and what other way to do that but to climax? Then the pounding began, flesh against flesh. I tried to clench myself around him, but his pace was too fast and strong. Two more thrusts caused my head to lift off the bed, causing me to let out a moan, which was both pained and needy. Somehow, having him fuck me instead of making love to me made me crave it some mor

A feeling of unease crept up my spine when I heard the words: “Your car's been tampered with, again.” A shiver ran down my neck as a wave of fear washed over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.“That can't be true.” I shook my head as if he could see me, trying to deny those words, despite knowing Brion would never lie to me. Anyone might, but it would never be Brion. Not in a million years. “It's the truth, Nova. I got notified about it.”My mind raced as I thought back to all the times this had happened before. The flat tyres, the scratched paint, the mysterious noises in the dead of night. It was always the same — a sense of violation, of being watched and targeted.“Do you think it's taking place again?” I whispered, talking of the time Brion was stalked by a deranged woman 3 years ago. It took getting her jailed, for us to rest from the assaults and almost accident. Was this happening again?I felt a surge of anger, my heart pounding

“You seem happy,” the man next to me noted with a smile. “Was this your reason for coming over?” “Yeah.” I turned, recalling something. “I will be back.” Smiling at the man, I went over to pay off the items and wrote my address so they would deliver the parcel to Dashiell's house. I would have added my address, but I wanted Dashiell to see it. After swiping the card to pay for it, and getting complimented by the auctioneer who kept on trying to hook me with offers I wasn't interested in, I stepped towards the exit with my head held high. As I left the auction room, I felt my mother-in-law's eyes on me, burning with a mixture of anger and resentment. I smiled to myself, knowing I'd won this round. She looked like she was barely keeping herself back from lunging at me. Ignoring her, I walked out, fishing my phone from my handbag, so I could order a ride. But as I made our way to the car park, she caught up to me, her heels clicking on the pavement. “You think you're clever,