Page 116 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

And he had crushed it in the palm of his hand without even realizing he was holding it.

He used to believe he had everything. Control. Power. A clean life with no emotional entanglements. But now, staring at the woman who used to be his home, he realized he had been empty all along.

Now that he had everything he thought he wanted, all he felt was regret.

Now that she was finally walking away—unapologetically, unafraid—the weight of losing her hit harder than he’d ever prepared for. It didn’t feel like heartbreak.

It felt like he was breaking. Little by little.

“It was my fault back then,” he said, his voice rough with emotion, barely holding steady. “I know I failed you. But can you give me one more chance?” He leaned closer to her slightly, likea drowning man reaching for air. “I don’t want our marriage to end like this.”

His eyes searched hers—pleading, desperate, full of raw honesty he rarely allowed anyone to see. All the arrogance, all the indifference, had crumbled. Now, he was just a man, terrified of losing the only woman he had ever fallen in love with.

Krystal gave a faint smile, her gaze softened for a second. Then she said gently, “In the future, be kinder to the people who love you, Lorenzo.”

She stood and walked away.

Lorenzo stayed frozen in his seat, stiff and silent, his chest heavy.

About half an hour later, Xander pulled up in the car and rushed over to him.

“Mr. Lorenzo—about the driver who tried to hit Mrs. Moretti today,” he said, breathless. “This isn’t his first time.”

Lorenzo, still tense from earlier, lifted his eyes with a slow, cold glare. “Who else has he gone after?”

Xander hesitated. “Two years ago… remember the car that rear-ended you when you were with Miss Esther? It was him. We had him arrested, but it was ruled an accident since your car was parked on the side of the road. He got out quickly on bail. It’s the same guy. Same car.”

Xander glanced back at the spot of the accident, and then turned back to Lorenzo. “It can’t be a coincidence that the same guy tried to run over your family again.”

Lorenzo stood abruptly, muscles coiled with fury, jaw clenched. “Then dig. Dig deep. Make him talk, even if you have to breakevery bone in his body. I want to know why he came after Krystal and me. This ties back to that ‘accident’ two years ago.”

***

Krystal held the divorce certificate in her hand, staring at the printed words for a beat too long. Then, wordlessly, she handed Lorenzo his copy as they walked out of the courtroom.

“I’ll drop you off,” Lorenzo offered.

Krystal shook her head. “There’s no need. I’ll go by myself.”

Just then, a woman walking by caught sight of them and gasped. “Oh my God, you two are such a gorgeous couple! Seriously, the most beautiful pair I’ve seen all day! You just got married, right? Courthouse wedding?”

Krystal opened her mouth. “No, that’s n—”

But Lorenzo casually wrapped an arm around her and smiled at the woman. “Yes, we did. Thank you.”

“I knew it!” the woman beamed. “You both look so in love!” She waved and walked off, grinning.

The second she was gone, Krystal shoved his arm off. “What was that? Why would you lie?”

Lorenzo only smirked. “Does it really matter?”

Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked off.

Krystal gritted her teeth in frustration. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, shaking her head and walking in the opposite direction.

***

Larry stood across the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he leaned against the edge of the dining table. He watched silently, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.

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