All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MAISIEI hugged Jason’s arm tightly, a wave of happiness washing over me. I couldn’t describe how much it meant to finally have him back. There might be others who look like him, but I know I’d never find a heart like his. Jason wasn’t just one in a million, he was one of a kind. Our history was marked by pain and betrayal, yet I forgave him long ago, particularly after understanding the reasons behind his actions.Sometimes you just have to let go. Surrender to the moment and let life pass by as though it doesn’t belong to you.That’s exactly what I was doing now. I wasn’t thinking about the past or worrying about the future. I was simply enjoying his closeness, grateful for this fleeting moment of peace.~Hours later~Miriam called to reassure me that Don was home safe. His vacation was over tomorrow, and he’d be heading back to his studies.My thoughts lingered on him for a moment, picturing his cheerful face as he prepared for another term.A knock on the door interrupted my thoug

MAISIEI crossed the street, my heart racing as I approached Jason’s car.He was leaning back in the driver’s seat, wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his toned figure.His blue jeans completed the effortlessly attractive look, and I couldn’t help but smile.My cheeks were warm as I turned to face him after sliding into the passenger seat. “Hey.”“Hey,” he replied warmly.I threw my coat in the back seat and buckled my seatbelt.“How was your day, my butterfly?” His voice was soft and it made me smile warmly. But my smile faltered the second I noticed the bandage wrapped around his right hand.“Jason…” I began with worry.He caught my gaze and shook his head lightly as if to reassure me. “A guest came to visit me today,” he said casually, resting his injured hand on the steering wheel. “I was just saying hello to him. You don’t have to worry.”Guest? My stomach twisted. Did he mean his brother?“Jason,” I said hesitantly, my fingers fidgeting in my lap. “I want to tell you someth

MAISIEI crossed the street. The cool night air brushed against my skin as I approached Jason’s house. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open.I froze with my fingers still suspended in the air.Jason grabbed me by the wrist before I could respond, pulled me inside, and swiftly shut the door behind us.My back pressed against the wood as he held me there, his grip firm yet familiar.My breath hitched. Not in fear, but in surprise.It took only seconds for the confusion to fade, replaced by something warmer. Nostalgia. Yearning.We had only been apart for a few hours, yet it had felt like an eternity.“You were waiting for me?” I asked barely above a whisper.His answer was a small nod, enough to make me smile. I loved his honesty, especially when it came to moments like this.I had come with a hundred things I wanted to talk about, thoughts that had been racing through my mind all evening. But now, standing here with him so close, every single one of them faded away.I

MAISIEJason sighed, pulling me until I rested on his chest. The warmth of his body seeped through my clothes, creating a cocoon of comfort I'd been craving all day."It's difficult for me to stay calm when I see the same patterns repeating themselves.” His voice carried a hint of frustration that made me want to smooth the worry lines from his forehead."There are so many things I need to whisper to you," he murmured while tracing idle patterns on my back. "Things I need to say before they slip away."His words transported me back to that night in his suite… the way he kissed me on his desk, the fire that burned between us.The memory still made my heart race, still brought color to my cheeks."Care for an oral exam, Principal?" I teased, borrowing his term.Jason’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, transforming his handsome features into something irresistible.The way his eyes crinkled at the corners never failed to make my breath catch."You’re using my own words against me

MAISIEThe drive home passed in a blur of anticipation. Once inside, I rushed through a shower, the hot water barely having time to warm my skin before I was out again, wrapped in a towel and attacking my hair with a straightener."What to wear, what to wear," I muttered, flinging open my closet doors. The contents seemed woefully inadequate for the occasion. Nothing felt right—too casual, too formal, too boring, too much.I grabbed my phone, dialing Miriam’s number. The call went straight to voicemail."Seriously, Miriam? The one time I actually need fashion advice!" I tossed the phone on my bed in frustration.After thirty minutes of indecision, I finally settled on an off-white sequined maxi dress with a daring mid-thigh slit. The fabric caught the light with every movement, creating a subtle shimmer effect that felt both elegant and alluring.I opted for a neutral lip color rather than my usual dark shade, wanting to project softness tonight. The golden heels waited by my dresser