Semua Bab The Billionaire's Regret: The Ex-Wife Return with a Baby: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Camilla Varela’s Point of View I never thought my life would turn out like this. I stood at the entrance of my own house, frozen and humiliated, as my husband Lucas and his mistress disappeared upstairs. Before they left, the woman had given me a disgusted look, her words still ringing in my ears. "Is she your wife, Lucas? Gosh! I didn’t know you had such bad taste in women." She stared me up and down with pure disgust. "Tsk. What a completely trash!" she sneered. And then, just like that, she walked away with my husband — as if I didn’t even exist. I stood there, my heart breaking all over again. How long was I supposed to endure this pain? How much more of this humiliation could I take? When Lucas and I first got married, no one was happy. His family hated me, and everyone around us judged our relationship. But we were in love — at least, I thought we were. In the beginning, we were happy, content with each other. But over time, Lucas changed. He became cold and dist

Camilla Varela’s Point of ViewI thought starting over would be easy. I even convinced myself that Lucas wasn’t serious when he threatened me the other day. But I was wrong. He meant every word. He made sure I wouldn’t get hired anywhere I applied.He turned my life into a nightmare. Sometimes, I found myself wondering—can I really do this? Can I really survive without him? Can I stand on my own two feet without relying on anyone?Right now, I have Cassandra, and that helps. But what if one day she’s no longer around? Where would that leave me? Would I end up with nothing again?Life is sucks!As I sat on a chair for another job interview, I felt a flicker of hope — only for it to be crushed almost immediately."You’re Mrs. De Luca, right? But why does your resume say Varela?" the HR officer asked, looking at my resume with a puzzled expression.My heart sank, and the small smile I had disappeared. How long was I going to be seen only as Lucas’s wife? When would people stop tying my i

Camilla Varela’s Point of View As soon as we arrived at Cassandra’s condo, I went straight to my room. My mind was a mess—I couldn’t think clearly. Everything felt like a blur. I couldn’t even recall what the doctor said after hearing the news. Maybe Cassandra paid attention, but I didn’t. My thoughts shut down the moment I heard it.I was still trying to accept the reality—I was pregnant. And to make things even more complicated, my ex-husband was the father.What should I do now? Should I just hide? Maybe I could walk away and make sure Lucas never finds out that I’m pregnant. But for how long could I keep this secret?I shook my head. That wasn’t possible! I couldn’t hide forever. I couldn’t hide my child from him. But what if he finds out? Should I run away again?I sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling, holding my womb gently. “Baby, if your father were a good man, we wouldn’t have to leave him. But he’s not... I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You’ll have to grow up with just Mommy.”

Cassandra Ravamorte’s Point of ViewAs soon as I arrived at my condo, frustration immediately washed over me when I saw Lucas — Camilla’s ex-husband — standing right there. My patience was already running thin. I stopped in my tracks and faced him, my voice sharp with irritation."What are you doing here, Lucas?" I demanded, my arms crossing over my chest. "How many times do I have to tell you that Camilla isn’t here? She already left. She’s gone!"But Lucas just stood there, his expression hard and unconvinced. "I don’t believe you," he said, his tone firm and accusing. "I know she’s inside your condo."I let out a long, tired sigh. This was getting ridiculous.It had been months since Camilla left. Before she went, she left me a letter — a heartfelt one — where she thanked me for everything and apologized for the trouble she’d caused. In that letter, she also told me she was going to Los Angeles and begged me not to tell anyone where she was going. I kept my promise, no matter how m

Camilla Varela’s Point of View It’s been four long years since I walked away from my past and left them behind. Those years weren’t easy for me — in fact, they were some of the hardest times of my life. But despite everything, one thing I’ve always been grateful for is Clint. He’s been by my side through it all. He helped me without asking for anything in return. He never left me — not once — and his support has meant the world to me. Over time, Clint and my daughter, Tamara, grew very close to each other. They share a special bond, and she absolutely adores him. But even at her young age, Tamara already understands that her Uncle Clint isn’t her real father. And besides — for goodness’ sake — Clint is gay. That’s never been a secret. One afternoon, while I was busy preparing food in the kitchen, Tamara came to me with a cute little pout on her face. "Mama, T-Tata is bad," she complained in her sweet, childish voice. The sight of her sulking expression made me smile — she was just t