All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

MAISIEJason's lips curved into a knowing smile, understanding my need to draw this out, to savor each moment of this transformation from lovers to promised partners.He moved to the ice bucket and lifted the bottle with ease, water droplets sliding from the chilled glass onto his hands.He had already removed the foil and wire cage in his meticulous preparation, another detail that hadn't escaped my notice.With a controlled twist of his strong wrists, he eased the cork out with a soft, sensual pop rather than the explosive celebration sound.The champagne fizzed gently as he poured it into the flutes, golden bubbles racing to the surface in delicate streams, the subtle aroma of apples and brioche filling the air between us.He handed me a glass, our fingers brushing in the exchange.His fingertips lingered against mine longer than necessary… a deliberate caress that made my pulse jump visibly at the base of my throat."To us," Jason said, raising his glass.The crystal caught the li

MAISIEJason did with exquisite patience that bordered on torment. His hands and mouth mapped my body as though discovering it anew, learning what made me sigh and what made me cry out, what made me arch into his touch and what made me tremble with need.He took his time removing my bra, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive nipples as he unhooked the clasp, making me gasp at the brief, electric contact.When the lace fell away, he gazed at my exposed breasts with reverence before lowering his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth.The wet heat of him, the gentle suction, the occasional scrape of teeth made me cry out with my hands flying to his hair to hold him against me.He lavished attention first on one breast, then the other, until I was writhing beneath him with my hips lifting unconsciously, seeking friction.Jason’s mouth continued its downward journey, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my ribcage, my stomach, the jut of my hipbones. He looked up at me when he reac

MAISIEThe moment I stepped on the back porch, the world seemed to pause. Across the lawn where rows of white chairs arranged in a semicircle. Wildflowers in shades of blue, purple, and white lined the aisle—the same flowers that grew naturally along the stream at the property's edge, now woven into garlands that transformed our backyard into an enchanted garden.Jason squeezed my hand once before releasing it. Then he moved ahead to take his place at the simple arch we'd constructed from twisted branches and adorned with more wildflowers and fairy lights that would twinkle as evening approached.His best man, Klay, stood beside him, while Felix and the rest of Jason’s friends lingered a few feet away. Dressed in sleek black silk suits, they exuded an air of refined elegance, each one strikingly handsome in their own way.I took a deep breath, steadying myself in the quiet moment before everything would begin.The subtle scent of my bouquet—wildflowers mixed with sprigs of lavender—he

MAISIE~A couple of years later~I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the world two years after our wedding. We named her Lily, after Jason's mother. Sometimes I call her Lil when she's being especially cute, which is pretty much all the time.It was actually my suggestion to name her after his mother. I knew it would make Jason happy, and it truly did. The way his eyes lit up when I proposed it—that moment alone was worth it.Now she's one year and eight months old, toddling around our home with a determination that makes us all smile.Lily has filled our lives—mine, Jason's, and Don's—with a kind of joy I never knew existed. Her little voice, still forming words but full of expression, makes the whole house feel alive. She's become the unexpected glue that has truly brought our family together.Don had accepted my relationship with his father, but in those early days after the wedding, he still spent most of his time with his best friend.He was trying to adjust to this

MAISIE"It's okay, sweet girl," I murmured, holding Lily close as our car pulled away from the driveway.Her eyes were still watery, her little chest occasionally hitching with the aftermath of tears. She'd been crying for Don, who had left earlier with Chen and their friend to meet us at the zoo.Don had snuck out while Lily was distracted with her toys, but she'd noticed his absence almost immediately. It was almost comical how both her father and brother would try to slip away unnoticed, terrified of upsetting a twenty-month-old."Come on, Lily," I said brightly, trying to distract her. "Say 'Mama'!"I'd been trying to coax her first words for weeks now. However, she seemed determined to take her time.The pediatrician assured us it was normal. Some children were simply more observant before they started speaking still I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.Lily ignored my prompting, becoming fascinated with the buttons on my jacket instead. She leaned forward, her chubby finger