The Billionaire Regretted Losing Me

The rain poured relentlessly, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and white. Amelia Carter tightened both hands around the steering wheel as thunder rumbled across the dark sky. Her eyes burned. Not from the rain. From the tears she had promised herself she would never cry again. Five years. She had spent five years chasing a man who had never once turned around to look at her. Tonight should have been different. Today was their fifth wedding anniversary. She had woken before sunrise to prepare everything herself. She cooked Adrian’s favorite dishes. She wore the white dress he once said looked beautiful on her. She even cancelled an important meeting just to surprise him. For the first time in months, she had allowed herself to hope. Maybe… Maybe tonight he would finally remember she was his wife. Her phone vibrated. Hope flickered inside her chest. She quickly reached for it. Adrian Kingston Her lips curved into a small smile. It disappeared the moment she opened the message. “Don’t wait for me. I have work.” Just seven words. Seven cold words that shattered everything she had prepared. Amelia laughed quietly. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was the laugh of someone who had finally grown tired of pretending. “Work…” She whispered the word to herself. “There is always work.” Every birthday. Every anniversary. Every holiday. There was always another meeting. Another business dinner. Another excuse. Meanwhile, she waited. Like a fool. The rain grew heavier. Her windshield wipers struggled to keep up. Another vibration interrupted her thoughts. This time the sender wasn’t Adrian. It was Olivia Hayes. Amelia frowned. Why would Olivia message her? She opened it. A single photograph filled the screen. Her breathing stopped. Adrian sat beside Olivia in a candlelit restaurant. He wasn’t checking documents. He wasn’t answering calls. He wasn’t working. He was smiling. Not the polite smile he wore in public. Not the distant smile Amelia had learned to accept. This smile was warm. Gentle. Real. His hand rested naturally around Olivia’s waist. The caption underneath read: “Some people are simply meant to find each other, no matter how late.” For a long moment… Amelia forgot how to breathe. Her fingers trembled so violently the phone nearly slipped from her hand. So… He hadn’t forgotten their anniversary. He had simply chosen someone else. A memory flashed through her mind. The day Adrian married her. He had looked into her eyes and calmly said, “I can’t promise to love you.” Back then she had smiled and answered, “I’ll love enough for both of us.” How foolish she had been. Five years. Five years of trying to melt a heart that had never belonged to her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Then another. Soon she couldn’t stop them. The traffic ahead had almost disappeared beneath the curtain of rain. She barely noticed. Her thoughts were too loud. Too painful. Maybe… Maybe everyone had been right. His family had warned her. His grandmother had opposed the marriage. Even the servants had pitied her. She had ignored them all because she believed love could change anyone. She was wrong. Her phone rang. Unknown number. She answered automatically. A woman’s soft laughter echoed through the speaker. “Mrs. Kingston…” Olivia’s voice. “I hope you liked my gift.” Amelia remained silent. “You should know something.” Olivia paused deliberately. “Adrian never loved you.” Click. The call ended. Amelia stared ahead, numb. The world around her became strangely quiet. Then— A pair of blinding headlights burst through the rain. A truck. Speeding. Straight toward her lane. Its horn screamed. Amelia’s eyes widened. “No…” She slammed the brakes. The tires skidded across the wet road. Everything happened too fast. Metal crashed against metal. Glass exploded around her. Pain tore through her body. Warm blood ran down her forehead. The world spun. Her vision blurred. In the distance she heard footsteps. Someone walked toward the wreckage. High heels. Click. Click. Click. A familiar perfume drifted through the broken window. Olivia. She crouched beside Amelia with a satisfied smile. “I told you,” she whispered. “He was never yours.” Darkness swallowed everything.