The Billionaire\'s Regret

key turned in the lock with a familiar click, a sound that now felt alien. Inside, on the kitc

hen he handed them over earlier, before I left for Napa. "M

plush cushions offering no comfort. The apartment, once our shared sanctuary, felt cold, filled with his lies. I finally let the tears come, silent sobs sha

Ethan walked in, looking pleased with himself, the orchids still

nothing was amiss. He placed the new bouquet next

ella... she has this rare heart condition. The doctors, they don't give her

so direct, flicker

Officially. In three days. I know yo

ation. For years, I had understood. I'd understood his long hours, his stress, his "need for space" which I

t not in the way he expected. No tears

Ethan," I said,

reat. I knew you would. She really nee

a vast emptiness. He leaned in to kiss me, a casual peck, but I saw a faint smear of Isabella's bright re

eck on her. She's very fragile." He grabbed his k

wept the orchids, both bouquets, into it. Then, I went to the bedroom and pulled out my suitcases. I started packing, methodi