All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MAISIEI clenched my fists at my sides, torn between the urge to clear the air and the need to stand my ground… to protect what little dignity I had left.The truth was, I didn’t know what I wanted more: Hold him close or push him away forever.I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, my heart screaming at me to do something, anything before it was too late.But what could I say?How do you confront someone who’s hurt you in ways you can’t even begin to process? How do you reconcile love with anger, desire with betrayal?I took a shaky breath, the weight of my indecision pressing down on me like a stone.I could walk away and let this chapter of my life close, leaving behind the pain and the chaos.Or I could take the leap—the terrifying, heart-stopping leap and risk it all on one desperate gambit to hold onto what we had."I should be the one apologizing.” Jason's voice was low, almost hesitant as if

MAISIEI beamed at Miriam, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "You're the greatest friend a girl could ask for, you know that?" Without warning, I pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so damn lucky to have you in my life."Miriam returned the embrace, patting my back awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah, you're pretty lucky I put up with your nonsense," she muttered, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.When we finally pulled apart, she eyed me sternly. "But seriously, did you have to pick the most complicated guy on the planet to fall for?"I shrugged helplessly, my gaze drifting over to where Jason stood silently watching our exchange. Why, out of all the people who drifted through our lives, did we always seem to get hung up on the one face we could barely glimpse? The one set of shoulders almost forever just out of reach?I really didn't have an answer for that eternal question! All I knew was finally having Jason by my side made me happier than I'd been in a long, long time."I'm just...I

MAISIEJason stared at me for a long moment, seeming to weigh my words. "You say that like there's no such thing as a justified sin," he said at last "Like one ever has the courage to admit to their so-called betrayal.""My ears are already ringing with people's gossip about me," I said with a weary sigh. "I don't think I can bear whatever they'll say about us as well. Some people can be so savage and ruthless with their words."Jason's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until I could smell the luxurious scent of his cologne. "Life's too short to waste it listening to what others think of us," he murmured, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin just below my ear. "You have to stop letting three things control your life - fear, other people's opinions, and bad memories from the past."A shiver raced down my spine at the low timbre of his voice.The idea that a man like Jason, who seemed to embody every single one of my fantasies about the perfect partner, actually want

MAISIEI woke up from the strangest dream—one that had me jolting upright in bed with my heart pounding.After binging a few of those Marvel movies with Miriam and getting an eyeful of the Hulk's...physique, I'd apparently had an incredibly vivid dream about marrying the big green guy myself!Shaking my head at the sheer ridiculousness of it, I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face.A nerve-wracking dream indeed! The last thing I needed was more bizarre romantic entanglements messing with my already tangled psyche.I hurried through my morning routine, jumping in the shower to wake up properly before getting dressed for the day.Figuring I should make an effort since I'd be attending a fancy cultural event, I opted for a sleek black pantsuit with the jacket left unbuttoned over a silky camisole.The pants were more of a mid-thigh length short, but I figured it still looked professional enough.For once, I didn't bother wrestling with my thick h

MAISIEJason shoved me into what looked like some kind of dimly lit storage or maintenance corridor. Not before locking the door behind us.I whirled around to face him, indignation and a sliver of uncertainty warring for control. "Why did you lock the door?" I demanded, giving the handle a futile rattle to illustrate my point. "This is insane, we can't just - ""Don't you have anything else in your closet besides those fuck-me shorts?" he cut me off.I could feel my face heating up again, though from anger or embarrassment, I couldn't quite say."You're exaggerating," I shot back, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his intensity. "And if you don't like what I'm wearing, then just don't look!"Jason let out a noise of pure frustration while raking one hand agitatedly through his hair. "That's the fucking problem, though - everyone else is looking! Those little scraps of material might as well be invisible for all the good they're doing at covering you up."I felt my mo