Page 89 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

Krystal twisted her wrist, trying to pull away from his grip, but the man didn’t budge. His hold was ironclad.

Without a word, Lorenzo dragged her down the hallway, stopping in front of her apartment.

“Open it,” he ordered.

“Let’s just talk out here.”

“Open the goddamn door, Krystal.”

She bit her lip, hesitated, then finally pressed her thumb against the scanner. The door unlocked with a quiet click, and she stepped inside. He followed immediately.

Lorenzo brushed past her, eyes scanning the place like he was trying to read through the walls. Cold and calculating. Distrust flickered in his gaze.

‘Last time she gave me a fake address. Is she playing me again?’

He strode into the living room, then made a beeline to one of the bedrooms.

“Lorenzo!” she snapped, following after him.

But he ignored her voice completely. He walked into the room, eyes darting to the clothes scattered around, the framed photos, the worn books on the nightstand. Her life was here—tangible, lived-in. Not staged.

Something inside him settled… barely.

Then, slowly, he turned to her. His gaze was sharp enough to cut glass, and she instinctively took a step back.

“Astra?” he said, advancing toward her, step by step.

She flinched at the name.

“A physician. Medical degrees. International awards?” He let out a dry, bitter laugh. “You think I’m not losing my mind already? How many more things have you kept from me?”

His voice was rough, the kind that came from too many nights spent sleepless and burning inside. Krystal felt the anger swirl in the air like a storm, her heart pounded, but still, she stood her ground, clenching her fists.

“It’s not like you ever cared to know me,” she snapped. “We were married for two years. You never touched me. You barely camehome. And now that we’re divorced, you suddenly care? Isn’t it a bit too late for that?”

His face twisted in fury, jaw clenched so tight she could hear his teeth grind. He barked, “Don’t you know why I never came home often?”

“How the hell would I know?!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “I’m not a mind reader!”

He exploded. “Because I couldn’t control myself around you!”

She blinked. “Control yourself? Control what?”

His lips pressed into a tight line, ears tinged red as he looked away, trying to hide the flicker of embarrassment.

She narrowed hers. “You don’t even have to say it. It’s because of Esther, right? You couldn’t stop thinking about her. That’s why you avoided me.”

His entire body went still. His eyes burned into hers, his hand twitching at his side like he was holding back from grabbing her.

“How the fuck did you come to that conclusion?” he growled.

Krystal stared at him in disbelief. “So what else? You’re telling me you were sleeping with her while thinking about me?”

He closed the space between them in two strides, barely a breath of space between them. His voice was ice and fire at once.

“Is that really the kind of man you think I am?”

“Yes,” she whispered, eyes burning. “That’s exactly who you are. And I hate myself for loving you. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

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