บททั้งหมดของ Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

I didn’t see it coming. One minute, the kids were laughing in the next room, the faint sounds of a cartoon echoing like a buffer against the silence pressing in between Ashton and me. And then, out of nowhere, he pulled a folder from his jacket pocket and set it down on the table between us. The sight of it punched the air out of me. My throat tightened. Even before I touched it, I knew what it was. I’d know those ivory covers anywhere.The divorce papers.The same ones that had ripped my world apart six years ago.My fingers trembled against the edge of the folder. Heat flooded my cheeks, my pulse racing as memories rushed in. Bloodshot eyes, nights spent crying on the bathroom floor, three babies screaming at once while I remembered the papers that severed me from the life I thought I once knew. The betrayal. The humiliation. The certainty that Ashton had cast me aside like I was nothing.My chair scraped hard against the floor as I shoved back, nearly knocking it over. “Yo

Helen’s eyes were rimmed red, but behind the tears there was fire. Not the helpless kind however….. The dangerous kind, the type that could burn a kingdom down.For six years I had imagined this moment, imagined what I would say if the truth ever clawed its way into the light. But standing in front of her now, watching her realize Rose had gutted us both… it didn’t feel like vindication. It felt like a loss all over again.I leaned forward, my voice low, steady. “Helen, I need you to understand something. Rose didn’t just manipulate you. She manipulated me too.”Her head snapped toward me, sharp disbelief in her eyes.“I know what you’re thinking,” I continued before she could spit it out. “That I had the power to resist, that I should’ve seen through her schemes. And you’re right. I should have. But I didn’t. I was arrogant, and I was blind. And she used every single weakness against me.”I rose to my feet, pacing slowly as the memories returned, memories I’d buried because they made

I began to feel anxious the moment we stepped into the hospital lobby. It was complete; the swab was in, the samples were marked, but I still had a heavy load on my shoulders. Ashton sat beside me, his face clenched, his gaze staring ahead, indicating that he had made up his mind. He knew that in that sterile room, he had discovered something significant. He knew the truth, that in the end, would be his liberation.That's where the risk was.I gripped Henry's hand hard until he winced. His little face appeared pale and dazed, but I could not release him. Not now. I could not relax my hold on him for even a second, or it would be all over. Everything I had established, the security, the haven, my life, it would all be destroyed.“Ashton,” I whispered as the sliding doors to the reception room slid open. I halted, and he halted alongside me. My tone was quiet, like a snake poised to strike. “Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve humiliated me in front of all these people. You’ve h

The call came just as I was reviewing production schedules with Riley, my phone vibrating across the desk in short, frantic bursts.“Mr. Ashton Fletcher?” The voice on the other end said, clipped, professional, the kind that already told you something was very, very wrong. “This is St. Luke’s Medical Center. There’s been… an accident. Helen Riggs was brought in. You should come immediately.”For a second, the world stopped.Everything… the desk, the papers, Riley’s concerned face… blurred. All I could hear was that single word: accident.My hand tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. “What happened?” I demanded, my voice raw, shaking. “Is she—”“She’s in critical care. That’s all I can say over the phone. Please come quickly.”The line clicked dead.I stood there, frozen, the words echoing in my skull. Riley’s lips were moving, asking something, but I couldn’t process it. All I could see in my mind was Helen. Helen in danger. Helen hurt.“No,” I whispered, barel

Ashton's POV The boardroom was already packed when I arrived.Men and women in sharp suits lined the long glass table, their murmured voices mixing with the whir of cameras being set up at the back. This wasn’t just a quarterly update anymore, word had spread. Shareholders, journalists, even government liaisons had shown up, eager for a spectacle.They were going to get one.I adjusted my cufflinks, my jaw set, every step measured as I walked to the head of the table. The screen behind me flickered with the company’s insignia, soon to become the stage where the truth would finally burn.Rose was already there.She sat two seats down, draped in a pristine white suit that was too crisp, too polished, her armor. She smiled at me, thin and sharp, as though this were any other meeting. But I saw the twitch at the corner of her mouth, the way her fingers dug into the folder she clutched.She knew.Not everything, perhaps. But enough to realize the walls were closing in.“Good morning,” S