บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Regret: Gone with Our Newborn: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Evelyn's POVThe soft, melodic notes of a waltz drifted through the lounge's high-end sound system.The entire VIP room seemed to hold its breath. The group of wealthy heirs stopped their careless laughing, exchanging wide-eyed, frantic glances."Oh my god, is it what I think it is?" a woman whispered just loud enough to be heard."She is so bold. Asking him to dance?""Right in front of his wife. What is Evelyn going to do?"The murmurs were sharp. Sidelong glances darted toward me, filled with a sickening mixture of morbid curiosity and heavy pity. They were waiting for the show. They were waiting to see how the humiliated wife would react.I kept my eyes fixed on the heavy glass doors ahead of me, refusing to let them see me bleed."You want me to accompany you?"Sebastian's voice echoed through the quiet room. He sounded genuinely surprised. For the guests watching the spectacle unfold, this was an unexpected twist—it wasn't the wife making the demand.All eyes immediately shifted b

Evelyn's POVThe glass doors clicked shut behind me. The waltz muffled into a low thud. I swallowed—once, twice—but the taste at the back of my throat wouldn't go down. Bitter. Metallic. Like I'd bitten my own cheek and hadn't noticed until now.I felt violently humiliated for my past self. For all the years I had stood like an idiot, trying to wedge myself between them. He had accepted her invitation. He didn't hesitate. He didn't even glance in my direction to check my reaction.My mind flashed back to the Instagram photos Miles had pointed out. Sebastian standing in the pouring rain. His own shoulder soaked, the large black umbrella held steadily over Blair's head.It was the exact same man. It was the exact same, brutal lack of hesitation. Eight years ago, and today.Miles had tried to warn me. I had been playing a pathetic, one-sided game. No wonder Blair hated me so much. I was the uninvited intruder in their tragic love story. I had honestly, foolishly believed that my quiet dev

Sebastian's POVThe afternoon session commenced in the grand auditorium. The agenda focused heavily on the new European distribution metrics and international investments.I walked toward the massive U-shaped conference table. The seating chart was displayed on the digital screens.Sebastian Hawthorne - CEO.Evelyn Hawthorne - Director of Strategic Partnerships.Her name was placed immediately to my right. The seat of honor. The position of power.A quiet ripple of amusement spread through the executives and heirs settling into their chairs. The whispers picked up exactly where they had left off in the lounge."There it is.""I knew it was all an act. She probably bribed the event coordinator to get that seat.""Play hard to get in the morning, demand the seat of honor in the afternoon. Classic.""She went through all that trouble just to sit next to him again. They always come crawling back."I listened to the murmurs. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and took my seat at the head of the tab

Sebastian's POVThe corridor was quiet, but my mind was deafeningly loud.Just two weeks ago, Evelyn had looked at me with that familiar, quiet devotion. She had carefully brought me tea in my study. She had blushed when I simply asked to spend time with her.But today? A complete 180-degree turn. She stood in front of a room full of executives and flawlessly handed her seat beside me to Blair. She calmly watched me accept Blair's invitation. She watched Blair whisper in my ear with zero reaction.And now, she had engaged in a light, comfortable conversation with Peterson, and simply walked away.I adjusted my cuffs. I tried to focus on the European retail projections displayed on the screen. But the numbers blurred into meaningless shapes.I stepped back from the table. By the time I actually realized what I was doing, the heavy doors of the boardroom were already closing behind me. I had unconsciously followed them out.I rounded the corner toward the elevator bank.I stopped dead in

Evelyn's POVHis hand, which I had just pushed away, remained suspended in the cold air between us.I watched his face closely. There was no explosion of anger. No raised voice. But in the dim light of the parking garage, I saw the exact moment the impact hit him.The dark, confident depths of his eyes fractured. His chest stopped moving. The breath caught in his throat. The immaculate, aristocratic mask he wore every single day slipped for a fraction of a second. But it was only for a second.The Hawthorne training was too deeply ingrained. He slowly lowered his hand. He blinked. The brief vulnerability vanished, instantly replaced by a chilling, impenetrable wall of dark ice. His jaw set. His expression smoothed out into perfect, freezing detachment."I see," he said. His voice was quiet. Hollow. It sounded like it was coming from very far away.I let out a slow, silent exhale. It's over, I thought. He accepts it. We are finally done.I turned away from him and took a step toward t