Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Relentless Pursue: Regret After Divorce : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Narrator,Mrs Carlton looked at the empty rooms of her daughter and her late husband. The silence felt staged, almost too perfect, as if it had been waiting for her. There was no remorse on her face, no visible grief that could be traced in her eyes, yet her lips were chapped, the corners faintly curved in a way that could easily be mistaken for suppressed pain. Anyone at first glance would think that she was the victim, a grieving wife and a deserted mother, standing alone in the ruins of her life.She slowly walked toward her husband's room, her heels making a soft, hollow sound against the polished floor. A loyal husband who had always trusted her, believed her lies without question, and cherished her as if she were the center of his world. The memory lingered in the air of the room, heavy and suffocating.That thought gave her an ache, a sharp flicker of something that resembled guilt. But it dimmed almost instantly the moment she sat on the recliner, as if the feeling itself had

Aurelia,I couldn’t sleep in the apartment. It had been years since I moved back home after graduation, so returning here felt unfamiliar, almost like stepping into a place that remembered me but no longer belonged to me. The silence was different too—heavier, less comforting. So I didn’t sleep well. Sitting on the swing on the balcony, I hugged my knees and stared at the quiet, endless city stretching beyond the railings.The swing swayed slowly with the wind, its soft creak breaking the stillness now and then. Memories of Dad ordering this swing, insisting it would be a replacement for the one we had before, made a faint smile tug at my lips. He had been so particular about it, measuring the space himself, arguing with the carpenter over the design like it was the most important thing in the world.Now, sitting here, in what once felt like the center of my world, I found myself too alone to call someone and tell them how badly my days were passing.There were countless times when I

Aurelia, Justin wanted to come with me, but I told him to take some rest since the museum would only open around ten in the morning. He didn’t argue much, though I could tell he was curious. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than usual, as if he sensed that something was off. “Are you sure you don’t need me?” he asked, leaning slightly against the doorframe, his voice softer than before. “I’m sure,” I replied, forcing a small, reassuring smile. “It’s just something minor. You should rest. We still have a long day ahead.” He hesitated. “At least tell me where you are going.” “I’ll text you,” I said quickly, picking up my bag before he could ask anything else. “Don’t overthink it.” He frowned a little, clearly unconvinced, but he nodded anyway. “Okay. But don’t disappear on me.” The words lingered for a second longer than they should have. “I won’t,” I said quietly before stepping out. " I will help you to get a beautiful birthday gift for Marie!" I winked at him. He

Aurelia," So, it's a goodbye, then!" I said with a small, practiced smile, extending my arm toward him for a handshake, though even as I did, the gesture felt painfully insufficient for everything that was left unsaid between us.He glanced at my outstretched hand, then lifted his gaze to meet mine. A gentle smile curved along his lips, soft yet distant, as if he had already begun stepping away from this moment. " Let's follow on social media." He took out his phone and held it out to me. " I will follow you first. So type it down!"I accepted his phone, my fingers brushing lightly against his for the briefest second, a fleeting contact that lingered far longer in my chest than it should have. Although I barely used social media, I found myself not minding this small tether between us, however fragile it might be. " Here," I said, handing it back to him. " If you ever need anything, just ping me."" I will." He smiled again, that same calm, untroubled smile that made it seem as thou

Aurelia,"Well, I think it's just an immediate reaction," my new therapist, Dr. Adina Maros, explained, her voice calm and measured, as if she had already mapped out the storm inside my mind and knew exactly where it began and where it would end.After returning home, a strong wave of realization, heavy with guilt and embarrassment, washed over me, leaving me restless and unable to understand why I had acted the way I did. Especially running away like that. The memory clung to me like something shameful, replaying in fragments I wished I could erase.So, I called her earlier and explained everything I had just done, every rushed breath and every irrational step."Since you have decided to cherish your love for Mr. Windsor but staying out of his life, seeing the woman who is with him made you react to the first thing you could do-protecting yourself from further hurt.""But it is not right!" I whispered, resting my hand over my eyes as if I could block out the truth itself. "I should h