Page 40 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

“Don’t ask. I don’t know what that asshole is thinking. Talking to me like he has a right. Like any of this is his business. Especially now, when he has his precious little lover.”

Darren raised an eyebrow. “So... are we still leaving?”

She scoffed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we? Leave that damn man standing there. Let him watch.” She glanced at him, hertone sharp. “In fact, let’s hit a bar tonight. I need drinks. Lots of them.”

Darren grinned. “Now that’s a plan.”

He started the car and pulled away smoothly, leaving Lorenzo behind on the curb.

Lorenzo watched the taillights disappear, his face dark. He’d already lit another cigarette, and now he was halfway through his second, barely breathing.

He stared down the road, the smoke coiling around him as his thoughts raced.

‘If I hadn’t slept with Esther two years ago…’

He cut the thought off instantly. It was too late. The damage was done. He’d already ruined one life. He couldn’t destroy another.

Another harsh drag of the cigarette. Another breath that burned in his lungs. Clenching his jaw, he dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe. Then, without a word, he turned around and stormed back into the Moretti mansion, forcing down the overwhelming urge to chase after that car.

Jim, who had been watching everything from the shadows, stayed quiet as Lorenzo disappeared inside. Once the coast was clear, he stepped out, tense and grim, pulling out his phone and calling Esther.

Esther picked up on the first ring.

“Well?” she demanded breathlessly. “Did you see them? Did he go with that bitch or someone else?”

“With Krystal,” Jim answered grimly. “But she left with another guy. And Lorenzo looked like he wanted to punch a wall or burn that car to the ground. He clearly has feelings for her.”

Esther’s tone turned venomous. “How is that possible?” she snapped. “I’ve waited two years—two years—to kick that bitch out of his life. I’ve planned everything. I can’t afford this now.”

Jim grumbled, a deep frown etched across his face. He kept watching Lorenzo long after he left, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“There’s definitely something wrong with him,” he muttered. “If you want to lock him down, you better move fast. He’s already slipping out of your hands.”

Esther took a slow, deep breath. A small smirk crept onto her lips.

“No problem,” she said softly. “I just need to have another… accident.”

***

Lorenzo looked up when he heard footsteps approach his table in the Moretti mansion. The party was still going strong—music, laughter, clinking glasses all around. Grayson had retired from the business, he was still tucked away somewhere inside, negotiating deals with high-profile guests.

A tall, broad-shouldered man strolled up to Lorenzo’s table, a familiar grin on his face and a few gift boxes in his hands.

“Nothing for you tonight, man,” the guy chuckled. “All for Grandpa—the hero of the night.”

Lorenzo smirked faintly. “Michael,” he greeted, rising and offering his hand.

Michael clasped it and pulled him into a firm hug, giving him a brotherly pat on the back. He looked every bit the classic charmer—tall and broad-shouldered, with dark, slightly tousledhair and a sharp jawline softened by an easygoing smile. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, but he wore it like it was second nature—confident, relaxed, like he belonged in any room he walked into.

Both men sank into the plush couch, drinks arriving almost instantly as the ever-attentive waiters moved around them.

Michael leaned in, raising a brow as he grabbed his glass. “Heard you’re about to tie the knot,” he said. “You’re going to marry that girl from two years ago?”

“Xander needs to learn when to shut his mouth,” Lorenzo growled, his expression tight.

Michael grinned.

Lorenzo picked up the drink and took a long swig, letting the burn settle his thoughts. “I don’t have a choice,” he said flatly. “It was my fault she got hurt. I owe her.”

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