All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Richard did not reach for another folder but just kept looking at them both and let the quiet stretch for a moment and his expression had shifted into something that was not quite an apology and not quite an explanation but had combination of both in it.He finally cleared his throat, "I am looking for the best way to break this."Both Claire and Jeff stared at each other and then back at Richard, Jeff leaned back in his chair slowly and crossed his arms, something in Richard's tone had already told him that whatever was coming next was going to require him to be calm.Claire was watching Richard's face and her hands were joined together tensely on the table in front of her."Jeff." Richard said. "Your marriage to Irene is not valid."Jeff did not move at all and he stared at Richard as if he had gone crazy."What do you mean by that? Is this some kind of joke?" His voice came out very low and very careful."Howard could not stop you from going after Irene." Richard said and there was

Claire told Eunice she had an errand to run before work and drove to the cemetery while the morning was still cold and the roads were quiet.She found his stone without needing to look at the map on her phone because she had memorised the row and the position from the one time she had come before, in secret, in the early days after she came back to the city, when she had stood here for ten minutes and then left because she hadn't known what to say but she knew what to say now.She stood in front of the stone and the cold came through her coat but she didn't move.Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stood there staring at the headstone, "I am grateful for everything you did for me but I have to say that you had no right." She choked out, her voice came out low and tight. "You knew how much being separated from him meant to me yet...." She stopped to take a deep breathThe cemetery was quiet around her, only her ragged breathing could be heard."I built five years of my life on being

Claire moved around her kitchen, her mind on Paul's reaction after she broke up with him the previous day.How could he call her trash? She sighed.He might be angry but he had no right to speak to her in that tone."I guess he's not that much of a good man after all." She mumbled.The call came while Claire was in the middle of making Adrian's lunch.She had her back to the counter and the bread was out, the peanut butter was open and her phone was buzzing on the counter beside the knife.She almost didn't answer it because Adrian was asking from the living room whether she had seen his blue robot piece and she was trying to remember where she had last seen it.She picked up without looking at the screen."Ms Clark?""Yes.""This is Detective Morris. I wanted to inform you that we've made an arrest in connection with your accident."Claire set the knife down."The mechanic, Joseph Kirby, has given a full confession." Detective Morris continued. "He has confirmed that Matthew Richards

The ambulance came in six minutes.Jeff stood at the foot of the stairs with his phone pressed to his ear and his eyes fixed on Irene's face where she lay completely still and his other hand reached up and found Zane's small shoulder on the third step and stayed there because Zane had not moved from that spot since his mother fell.The sound of her head hitting the edge of the staircase was still sitting in Jeff's ears and for a moment, Jeff feared that she wouldn't survive.For Zane's sake, he prayed that she didn't die.The paramedics came through the front door and Jeff stepped back and pulled Zane with him.They stood against the wall and Jeff kept his hand on his son's shoulder and watched the two men work over Irene with the calmness of people who had seen everything and were surprised by nothing.Zane was completely still under Jeff's hand.Jeff looked down at him.His son was watching the paramedics with his arms wrapped around himself and his face had gone completely white as

Claire had read the folder so many times until she knew every page of it, every document, every letter Richard had submitted on her behalf and every counter argument the prosecution might raise, every piece of evidence that pointed to extraordinary circumstances.She sat at the kitchen table at ten o'clock at night and read it all again because reading it felt like doing something and doing something felt better than sitting with the fear.Adrian was in bed.The house had settled into its night sounds and the kitchen was quiet and the folder was spread across the table and Claire's cold cup of tea was sitting beside it. She was on the third page again when the knock came at the door.She looked up at the wall clock.It was ten o'clock.She went to the door and opened it to see Jeff standing on the step with his hands in his coat pockets, the street behind him dark and quiet."I saw your light on." He said as a way of explanation and Claire looked at him."You drove past my house?" She