All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I woke up the next morning feeling good about myself. Today was the day I was going to sever all ties with James. It had been a long five years, and I had spent nearly all this time trying to get James to notice me, trying to get him to love me. Our love—no, not love. Our marriage was never a love story. It was never arranged. In fact, it wasn’t a marriage of any kind in the traditional sense. It was forced. We were married by constant pressures, by obligation. But today, today we finally got to sever all ties.I get to be free again.Today, we will sign those papers, and we will be officially, legally divorced. I’ll finally be able to go out and find someone who’s truly for me. Someone who would love me freely, without force, without conditions. For the first time, I’ll have the chance to find the kind of love I’d dreamed about for so long.I put on my best dress, despite leaving behind everything shiny and pricey. I still had the Ferguson phone, because I knew I was leaving. I had t

Jian leaned closer to me and whispered, “Wow, James is such a captivating, handsome man. If it weren’t for his behaviour towards you, I wouldn’t advise you to divorce him.”I nodded, sighing. “I know, right? Sometimes he’s everything you’d imagine in a dream man, and then in an instant, he can shut all your dreams down.”As I stood there, thinking over everything I’d been through with him, a voice interrupted us. “Mrs. Ferguson, shouldn’t you be shopping at high-end designer stores? What are you doing at a cheap clothing store?”I turned around, and to my dismay, there stood Helder Ferguson with Susan Wenger by her side. Just what I needed today.Helder was the youngest in the Ferguson family and, as the only daughter, had been spoiled her whole life. Then I came into the family, and suddenly, she wasn’t the only “princess” anymore. Though I never took the Ferguson name, Grandma and James made sure I had everything she had, which Helder seemed to take as some twisted competition. It w

JamesI carried Susan outside, my arms stiff as I tried to ignore the ache building in my chest. As soon as I stepped into the open air, I spotted Chang already waiting by the car. Without hesitation, I shifted her weight into his arms.“Take Ms. Wenger to the hospital,” I instructed, my voice clipped. “Make sure she gets all the medical attention she needs.”Susan clung to my shirt like her life depended on it, her grip weak but persistent. She tilted her face up, her expression pitiful.“James, please… don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.I didn’t reply. I didn’t even look at her. What could I say to her at this moment? Chang stepped in, his calm professionalism cutting through the tension.“Ms. Wenger,” he said firmly, “Mr. Ferguson has entrusted me to assist you. Please, allow me to help you to the hospital. His wounded arm hasn't healed yet.”Susan paled, her fingers loosening on my shirt. She let go, defeated, and murmured, “I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean t

JamesI couldn’t take it any longer. The weight of Susan’s tears and her clinging to me became unbearable, her sobs grating against my nerves. Without a word, I gently pulled myself away from her grasp and turned toward Hilda, who stood nearby, watching the scene unfold with a concerned expression.I guided Susan into Hilda’s arms, letting her friend take over the role of comforting her. Susan clung to Hilda now, her cries muffled as she buried her face in her friend's shoulder."I'm sorry about what happened to you, Susan, but it couldn't be Zelda. She's not responsible for this."Susan’s eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She stared at me as if she couldn’t process what I had just said. To her, the idea that I would defend Zelda—again—was shocking. Her lips trembled, and the sobs she had barely contained broke free. She turned and threw herself into Hilda’s arms, crying harder.Of course, Zelda, being who she was, tightened her hold on Susan protectively. But

Cheng left in a rush, carrying the card as if it were more important than the flowers or fruit basket. He gave a polite nod to Susan and her mother before catching up with James and me.Susan, however, was not about to let the situation rest. Her frustration boiled over, and her voice, now shrill with anger, followed us down the hallway."What do you mean we owe each other nothing?" she cried, her words laced with indignation. "My hand was almost broken, and Zelda was just slapped in the face. How is that the same? And that card—how could he take it back?"I felt the weight of her glare without turning to meet it. She was livid, but her tears and outrage were a performance, just another one of her twisted games. I had seen it all before—the victim act, the exaggeration, the manipulation. I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore."James didn't even ask Xander to apologize," she continued, voice cracking in theatrical disbelief. "Does he think I don’t deserve it? Doesn’t my pain mean any