All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MAISIEThe soft lamplight cast gentle shadows across the room as I studied his face, curiosity getting the better of me. "Do you suffer from insomnia?" My voice was barely above a whisper.Jason’s eyes met mine.Realization dawned on me. "Is it chronic or new insomnia?" I pressed."It hit me a few years ago." His fingers drummed absently against his thigh. "I don't sleep much these days. Most people would find my nighttime activities mind-numbingly boring. Reading technical manuals, organizing files – things that should put anyone to sleep. Yet for me, they're just ways to pass the time."The drowsiness clouding my thoughts made me blurt out, "Is that why you became a manager?"A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he drew closer. Without a word, he guided me to rest against his chest and his warmth immediately enveloped me."I've sat with people from every walk of life, including the most influential figures in the country." His voice rumbled beneath my ear. "But being a manager?” His h

MAISIEShe settled on the adjacent stool, draping her brown jacket over the empty seat beside her.Her unexpected presence surprised me, but I found I didn't mind the company.I poured her drink first, adding ice cubes before filling my own glass. "You always amaze me with your perspective on things.""Why aren't you celebrating with the others?" Dame took a sideways glance at me before lifting her glass.My lips twisted in contemplation. "This is my celebration." The tequila burned pleasantly as I sipped, its sharp bite making me wince. "I've never had tequila before, and I doubt I will again."She shrugged."How do you plan to make Klay Woods fall in love with you?" The question rolled off my tongue."I'm tired. Love is exhausting, especially when you love someone who doesn't love you back." Dame's voice carried a weight that seemed to pull her shoulders down and her expression darkened with each word.The memory of the amusement park flickered through my mind. My curiosity burned.

MAISIEThe sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the room like a gunshot.A startled gasp escaped me.I stumbled backward until my shoulder blades pressed against the cool wall as his relentless approach drove me further into retreat.“Who. Is. His. Father?” He asked again through gritted teeth."You!" The admission burst from me between ragged breaths, my chest constricting under the weight of his dangerous proximity.The truth I'd carried for seven years since our divorce finally escaped, hanging in the air between us like a live wire.I instinctively shielded my face when Jason raised his fist, memories of childhood trauma surfacing unbidden. However, the pain never came. Instead, his fist landed on the wall above my head and the impact sent vibrations through the plaster.Tears spilled unbidden down my cheeks, leaving hot trails that burned like acid."Why didn't you tell me?" His breath was warm against my face, carrying a heavy scent of whiskey. He’d been drinking.My thr

MAISIE"He'll come back, just give it time." The words felt hollow against the weight of my despair.The reassurance did little to ease the ache in my chest, but I desperately needed to believe it. Like a mantra, I repeated it silently, trying to convince myself that this numbness wouldn't last forever, that somewhere beneath the pain, my heart still remembered how to feel something other than this crushing emptiness.The digital clock on my nightstand blinked 2:47 AM. I squeezed my eyes shut, not from exhaustion but from a desperate need to escape my thoughts.The silk pillowcase beneath my cheek had long since grown damp with silent tears, and sleep remained elusive, dancing just beyond my grasp while memories played on endless loop behind my closed lids.Two hours stretched into an eternity as I lay there like a prisoner to my own mind. This thinking disease - this endless spiral of thoughts had no cure, no respite, no moment of peace.Even if blessed unconsciousness found me, I kn

MAISIETwo versions of myself waged a merciless war inside me. One screamed with uncontrollable rage that threatened to tear me apart, the other dissolving into hysterical tears, terrified of the consequences my past actions had brought down around us."You're his father, I know that." Tears glazed my eyes. "But it's too late to claim him now, too late to rewrite history."My voice cracked. "I spent my youth working endless shifts at dead-end jobs to give him everything he needed. Sleepless nights pacing the floor until dawn when he fell sick, the constant worry about school fees, about whether I could afford new shoes when he outgrew his old ones..." My voice caught in my throat. "I lived like a woman possessed yet determined to give him the best version of me. Even when I was running on empty, even when I could barely keep my eyes open between shifts."My words seemed to bounce off Jason like they weighed nothing. In fact, they only darkened his expression further. The shadows under