All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Husband Regrets Divorce: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

3rd person POV3rd person POVMax stood outside the airport, the cold Zurich air sharp against his skin as he watched the private jet disappear into the sky. His father was safe, on his way home with Ray, but Max couldn’t shake the weight pressing on his chest. This wasn’t over. Not yet. He turned away, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked towards the waiting car. It was a simple rental, nothing flashy, nothing that would draw attention. He climbed in, his mind already working through his next steps. Stanford Hayes thought he had won. He had set a trap, lured Max into it, and still lost. But a man like Stanford wouldn’t run. He was too arrogant, too convinced of his own power. No, he would try again. And this time, Max intended to make sure there was no escape.Driving through Zurich, Max kept his eyes on the road, but his mind was elsewhere. He had spent years building his own empire, learning to outthink his enemies before they even saw him coming. Stanford w

3rd person POVMax couldn’t believe it when he received the news. His mind raced, heart pounding in his chest. He was standing in the middle of his father’s study, the taste of Vivian still fresh on his lips, the weight of everything that had happened pressing on his shoulders. The events of the past few days had been nothing short of chaotic revelations, and the confrontation with Stanford Hayes that had left him both physically and emotionally drained. But now, as he stood in the dimly lit room, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. His mind struggled to keep up, struggling to understand the gravity of the phone call that had just shattered his reality.It was Ray on the other end, his voice tight with urgency, yet masked by a controlled calmness that Max could barely make sense of. “ Boss ” Ray said, his words slow, deliberate. “Vivian’s gone.”Max felt his stomach drop, the blood draining from his face. Gone. What did that mean? He tried to speak, but his mouth was dry, his throat

3rd person POVMax stood frozen, the dead silence of the call stretching in his ears. His fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into his palm, but his mind wasn’t in the room anymore. It was spiraling, unraveling, clawing at the words Ruth had left him with. 'She’s pregnant. The baby isn’t yours'He let out a slow breath, forcing his body to move, to react, but every step felt heavy. The hotel room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating, the walls pressing in around him. He pushed a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching as he replayed every moment with Vivian in his head.Had she known? Had she been carrying this secret while he sat beside her hospital bed, while he held her hand, kissed her, made love to her? Had she already made up her mind to leave him then?A sickening feeling curled in his stomach, burning at his insides. No. No, this didn’t make sense. Ruth was a liar, a manipulator—he had seen it himself. She had tried to hurt Vivian once before. She had

SIX YEARS LATERThe morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Beaumont estate, casting golden hues across the pristine marble floors. The air inside was thick with the scent of fresh roses, an ever-present arrangement in the main hall. Vivian Beaumont stood by the balcony, her phone buzzing relentlessly in her hand. The headlines were everywhere.Over the years, she has changed her surname from Alexander to her grandfather's last name."Vivian Beaumont: The Young CEO Who Revived Beaumont Industries""A Legacy Restored: The Woman Who Brought a Dying Empire Back to Life""Beaumont's Youngest Visionary: A Single Mother’s Triumph"She exhaled slowly, scrolling through the countless articles praising her achievements. Her face was on every news outlet, every financial magazine, every social media platform. Reporters clamored to get an interview, investors sought meetings, and business moguls praised her brilliance. But beneath all the accolades, beneath the powerful image sh

The city pulsed with its usual energy, horns blaring, voices blending into a chaotic symphony, neon lights casting a soft glow against the pavement. But Max barely noticed any of it as he stepped out of the hall where the program was being hosted, everywhere felt suffocating enough already.His mind was a storm of frustration. Vivian was back.Six years. Six years of silence, of anger, of convincing himself he had moved on, only for her to return and shake his world like she had never left. And Daniel? He gritted his teeth. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the way she hugged him. The familiarity, the ease. It had burned through him like wildfire. With a frustrated sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets, forcing his feet forward. He had spent too long in the past already. It was time to leave it there. But fate had other plans. A small, distressed voice reached his ears. “Daddy?” Max’s entire body went still. The world around him faded as he slowly turned, And that was when he saw