Page 132 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

The usual buzz of assistants, ringing phones, and clipped footsteps in polished hallways had faded into a stillness that wrapped the office like velvet. Morning sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floors and dark mahogany desk.

Lorenzo sat behind it, his sleeves rolled to his forearms, the crisp black button-down hugging his frame like it had been stitcheddirectly onto him. He looked every bit the cold, collected CEO. But his furrowed brows and the slight tug at the corner of his lips told a different story.

The tablet in his hand glowed with a headline far removed from business deals and power moves.

‘10 Gifts That Will Make Her Fall for You Again.’

He exhaled through his nose, trying not to smile.

Just then, the door swung open.

Xander stepped in briskly, his usual stoic posture intact. Lorenzo quickly straightened, dropping the tablet on the table with a dull thud and slipping into his practiced cool demeanor.

Xander raised a brow briefly at the motion but said nothing. He approached with a file in hand.

“Mr. Moretti,” he said, placing it on the desk. “Esther and Jim have been arrested. She’s been trying to reach you repeatedly, but as per your instructions, all requests have been blocked.”

Lorenzo gave a curt nod, his voice clipped. “Good. Keep it that way.”

“Yes, sir.” Xander turned to leave, but as he rounded the desk, his hip bumped the corner, and the tablet Lorenzo had been holding slid off with a loudclack,hitting the marble floor.

Xander bent quickly. “Apologies, Mr. Moretti, let me—”

“No, it’s fine—leave it,” Lorenzo said a bit too fast.

But it was already in Xander’s hands.

And then—he saw it.

His eyes flicked to the screen, still unlocked and wide open. Article tabs glowed like bright neon signs.

‘How to Win Back Your Wife’

‘How to Apologize So She Actually Believes You’

‘What to Do When She Doesn’t Love You Anymore (But You’re Still Madly in Love)’

Xander froze, blinking once, then twice.

His voice came out in a disbelieving whisper. “Mr. Moretti reads this kind of stuff…?”

In an instant, Lorenzo snatched the tablet from his hand, jaw tightening as if his pride had just taken a bullet.

“Get out,” he growled. “Now. And don’t speak a word of this to anyone.”

Xander straightened, suppressing a smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Of course, sir.”

He turned on his heel and left, quietly chuckling to himself as the door clicked shut behind him.

Lorenzo exhaled a long breath and sank back into his chair. He hesitated a moment… then opened the article again.

His eyes scanned the screen slowly, absorbing each word as if it were a blueprint to something fragile.

‘Pick a special day. Prepare something meaningful. Make her feel seen. If your love is real, she’ll feel it—deep in her heart. Remind her why she once chose you.’

Lorenzo’s fingers tapped against the edge of the tablet. His gaze shifted toward the calendar open on the corner of his phone. Then he saw the date—and everything stilled.

“Two days from now,” he whispered to himself. “Our third anniversary.”

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