Billionaire's Regret: Second Chance At Love

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knuckles. The punch should have gone to Stefan's face, for daring to touch what was once mine, but I had to hold myself back. I had no right to ac

werful it consumed me. I had always been a jealous lover, and Allison knew this well. Six years ago, I had tried to protect her from every other man who dared to l

was mine has introduced her fiancé to me with little regard for how it made me feel. Of course, she wo

real estate company, wealth beyond imagination. I was no longer the man my father used to spit on, cal

had so eagerly given me. I had been blind to everything else, especially to how heartbroken and devastated Allison would be. I didn't care then, not about her, not

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Allison had never once complained. She had never rubbed it in my face that all I had to offer was my love. T

These thoughts tormented me. My heart ached knowing I couldn't be with the woman I loved, nor could I be with my son. What was the point of havi

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oked up to see him standing in the doorway, holding a file. I sighed

tone flat. The pain of seeing her

to rush to Allison when I heard she was stranded on the road. It was a flat tire, nothing too serious, but it felt like an emergenc

ed it without much thought. "Anything else?" I

, which were still bruised and raw from my e

give me, I'd do it without hesitation. But she wasn't giving me a chance to apologize, let alone let me explain how much I regre

wondered what might have happened if I had chosen her and our son. How different would our lives have been if I hadn't left her for London

leave the office and clear my mind. I grabbed my car keys and made my way out. As I

ed me. I was a regular client

it delivered to Allison's clothing line, I'll tak

driving around in some other man's car. Or maybe it was my way of trying to remind her th

I knew I had no right to be angry, but my love for Allison hadn't disappeared, no matter how many years had

ine. She had been my first in everything-the first woman I kissed, the first woman I made l

d home. But just as I opened the door, a voice inte

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on as my girlfriend, was sitting on my couch, a