Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Relentless Pursue: Regret After Divorce : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Aurelia," Dad!" I jumped into his arms as soon as I saw him, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as if letting go would make him disappear. He was sitting in the café where we always had our little coffee dates. He looked vibrant, young, and perfect, just the way I remembered—his presence warm enough to quiet every storm inside me." My child!" He hugged me tightly, chuckling freely, his chest rising under my cheek, " What's with you?"" I missed you, Dad!" I said, my voice shaking, my throat tightening as the words scraped out of me." I understand. But why are you sad? Dad is here for you!" He said, gently rubbing my back, his palm moving in slow, steady circles that almost made me break." I don't know, Dad. Everything is just… a mess. Without you, everything is just—!" My words faltered, breath hitching, fingers curling tighter into him." Don't forget what I taught you, sweetheart! Live your life however you want. And never let yourself suffer for others!"His words str

Justin,The warm blanket over my body brushed faintly against my nose as I shifted, the soft fabric tickling just enough to stir me. The cushion beneath my head dipped comfortably as I tried to toss and turn, chasing that last thread of sleep. That was when the unfamiliar scent of antiseptic and the distant hum of machines crept into my awareness.I wasn’t in my bedroom.My eyes opened slowly, vision swimming and unfocused for a moment before I forced myself upright. A slight dizziness followed, making me pause as I steadied my breathing. Then my attention drifted—and landed on Aurelia.She was on the bed, leaning against the upholstered headboard. Her hands were loosely intertwined over a small notebook, a pen still trapped between her fingers as if she had fallen asleep mid-thought. Her eyes were closed, lashes resting softly against her skin.There was exhaustion etched across her face, faint but undeniable—the slight tension around her brows, the subtle hollowness beneath her eyes

Aurelia,The silence was heavy. Not just quiet, but thick, pressing against my ears, settling into my bones. The exhaustion soon returned after the adrenaline wore off, seeping through my limbs like slow poison. My shoulders slumped without me noticing, and my fingers curled weakly against my palm. I didn’t know how long I stared at the door, my eyes fixed on it as if something would walk back in and undo everything that had just happened.But with that exhaustion, I realized something else too—that a heavy weight had been sitting on my chest all this time. Invisible. Unnamed. And now, somehow, it had slipped away. My lungs expanded a little easier, though the emptiness it left behind felt just as unfamiliar.The words that Mr Darren had told me previously, about how it was me who had been pulling the relationship together since the day he confessed, played in my mind again and again, each repetition sharper than the last. Each word pressed into me, peeling back illusions I hadn’t re

Aurelia,Slow down...That was what I told myself when I checked my phone. Countless phone calls, messages, and voice messages from everyone flooded the screen, their urgency almost suffocating even without being opened. But I didn’t check any of them. What was the point? Every missed call carried a voice I no longer wished to hear, every message a concern that came far too late to matter.By the time I pulled over, the gravel beneath the tires crunching louder than usual in the heavy silence, a few servants had already noticed me. They gathered near the main entrance, their movements hesitant, their faces drawn tight with worry. It wasn’t merely concern, it was the kind of unease that spread through a house when something had already gone terribly wrong.When I stepped out of the car, the air felt different. Heavier. Watching.“Young Miss, how are you? We have been worried about—!”I ignored them, brushing past without so much as a glance. I didn’t have the patience to pretend anymor

Aurelia,It took only an hour and three suitcases to pack my entire life here. An hour to reduce years of memories, routines, and attachments into something that could be carried out the door. With that, I closed every single thing that had any connection to my mother. I shut down my bank account, canceled my credit cards, and ended every automatic payment tied to this house. Every trace of dependency, every invisible thread that still connected me to her, I cut without hesitation.I wanted to sever everything. Completely.A mother who could watch another woman suffer, who could witness a child being hurt and remain unmoved, could no longer be my family. That kind of indifference was not something I could forgive, nor something I could continue to stand beside. Whatever bond existed between us had already rotted long before today. I was simply acknowledging it now.Soon after, I left the house just like that. She was not there when I came downstairs, not there when I gave instructions