Billionaire's Regrets: BEG TO MOMMY

The unshed tears

"Sorry for bothering you! Can you please make it as soon as possible? Tomorrow would be best!"

Staring at the cold divorce papers and the black credit cards he had given me, I spoke to my lawyer and then to my boss, who had been a constant in my life since I started working at his company.

Because of my loyalty and a few big, successful projects, he had always treated me like a daughter. Knowing I had no one else except my daughter, he was the only person I could turn to for help.

"Ms. Presley, the only vacant position is in a foreign branch of our company. It’s in the UK. If you want, you can leave tomorrow. I’ll inform HR. But are you sure about this?" Mr. Mackenzie asked, concern evident in his voice.

I was a new mother. Adjusting to such a big change would be hard, but I was determined to start fresh—with my daughter and the happy memories I once had.

"Yes," I replied.

After hanging up, I held my baby close to my chest, giving her the warmth she deserved. Thankfully, she wasn’t old enough to understand how her world was falling apart. Thankfully, she didn’t realize her future would be different from what I had ever imagined for her.

I loved him without hesitation. I would have gone to hell and back for him. Loving him had been my only goal in life. But I had forgotten that men could be like this. My sperm donor had proved it once, and now, the love of my life had done it again.

Staring at the ceiling, I stayed awake the whole night, holding my daughter, Diana—my sweet, lovely girl. Unlike other nights, she looked peaceful today.

As the sun's rays peeked into the nursery, I knew it was time to leave. I had decided to fulfill his wish from the bottom of my heart. I loved him enough to let him go if that’s what made him happy, even if it was with a woman who didn’t truly care for him.

I wasn’t selfish. I didn’t want him trapped in a marriage where he wasn’t happy. I vowed to love him forever, but I would never forgive him or give him a second chance, even if he realized he’d been chasing a mirage. The moment he abandoned my daughter, he became a stranger to me.

After packing some essentials for Diana, I signed the divorce papers. I never imagined a single signature could shake me to my core. Tears fell onto the papers, smudging the ink. That one signature was enough to make my family—my sanctuary, my heaven—collapse like it had never existed.

I signed. I grabbed the cards. No, I wasn’t leaving those behind. They were compensation for the pain he caused me and my child. I didn’t care if people called me a gold-digger. I wouldn’t sabotage my daughter’s future because of his betrayal.

I packed only the cheapest clothes and the postpartum medicines I needed. I left everything else behind with a note asking him to burn it.

As I walked downstairs with my baby in my arms, I froze. A familiar voice reached my ears. My blood turned cold as I entered the dining room. There he was, hugging Evelyn, who was crying in his arms early in the morning.

My feet felt like ice, and my knees weakened. But I had already decided to let him go. If he was happy, so be it.

Suppressing the pain bubbling inside me, I walked into the kitchen with no expression. I wouldn’t show weakness. I hadn’t even given him the papers yet, but he was already here with *her.* How desperate was he, Draven? Did he ever really love her?

"Here are the divorce papers, Draven," I said, making them both startle. Draven turned to me, his expression full of disdain and indifference.

"Good."

*Good?* His voice was filled with relief, devoid of any emotion. He didn’t even glance at me or our child. His eyes were fixed on Evelyn, who was crying while staring at the divorce agreement.

"What is this? Why are you two divorcing?" she asked, confused. Ah, she still looked beautiful even while crying. No wonder people said beauty shone through in every situation, even covered in mud.

"It’s nothing," Draven replied, smiling at her affectionately and pushing the papers aside as if they were worthless trash.

I couldn’t watch any longer. Each ruthless action cut deeper than I’d imagined.

Yet, I still wanted to give him one last chance for our daughter’s sake. Putting aside my pride, I pleaded, "At least hold her one last time. I’ll leave the house right now."

Diana cooed, looking up at her father, extending her tiny hand toward the man who was supposed to protect her.

But he looked at me like I’d said something vile. "Evelyn, can you give us a moment? I want to speak to her alone."

His voice was so gentle, as if Evelyn were a delicate flower that might wither if he spoke harshly.

Evelyn nodded and left the room, clearly uncomfortable and caught in unwanted drama.

As soon as she was gone, Draven’s expression turned cold and hostile. "I told you I want nothing to do with her. Take the money and let me go."

His voice cracked with desperation. I opened my mouth to ask how he could choose another woman over his own family, but I stopped. I no longer knew who he was.

Wiping away the tears, I clutched the cards. "I’m taking these. For hurting me, for hurting my daughter, and for using me as a placeholder. I wish you a good life with her."

I turned to leave.

But then he asked something ridiculous. "Who is he?"

I had no idea what he meant. But at that point, it no longer mattered. I had lost my family, my partner, and my happiness. Nothing else was left to lose. So I didn’t care about his last words to me. He was no longer important to me or my child.

"Rosé!"

A voice came from the entrance gate as soon as I walked out of the house.

"Angela!" My voice was sharp but carried the hint of a broken heart.

"It seems like I didn’t come late. We’re ready to go to the lawyer's office. Ready to begin your new chapter, Single Mama!" She hugged me with red-rimmed eyes.

Angela Bowser, my best friend and coworker, knew everything. She had been the biggest fan of us—a couple who started their lives like a drama, got their happily ever after, only for it to shatter. She watched it all unfold in disappointment.

"What’s my baby doing? Did you miss your Godmother, my Princess Diana?" She pecked Diana's cheeks before opening the car door. "Get in! The flight is at 2 PM, so we can’t delay!"

Today, I was heading to the lawyer’s office, not to finalize everything but to secure my daughter’s life.

While spiraling over how he could throw his money in my face after betraying me and his daughter, I realized something else.

The marriage was over, but my daughter’s luck didn’t have to suffer because of his selfishness. My daughter deserved a life of happiness.

"Are you sure you want to secure the entire money for your daughter? You can use it for your lifestyle!"

"No!" I declined immediately. "Let’s just head to the lawyer's office! I need to sort things out!"

I wouldn’t touch his money. But I would leave every single penny under my daughter’s name so I could lie to her one day, saying her father had loved her and left her a fortune. My daughter deserved that money, and I would make sure of it.

After creating a fund for my daughter and withdrawing the money from the cards, I transferred it into three different accounts. One was for Diana’s living expenses—half covered by me, half from that account.

Another was for her education and other activities. The third was solely for her, with no restrictions, to be accessed when she turned 18.

I didn’t care about the money. I had a good job that paid well and could provide for both of us. But I didn’t want her growing up thinking she was abandoned by her father. From today onwards, her father was dead—leaving her only his love through a fortune.