Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire (Brianna Meyers and Brandon Levy) novel Chapter 178

No Ads

ns His Wife Back

The official seals of Unity Group and the Pratt Group slammed down at the same time, the contract pages flashing with a cold sheen.

Brianna picked up her pen and signed her name next to “Chairman” in a single stroke, without hesitation.

The Horizon Group’s seal was then pushed in front of Patsy. Brianna said in a cool tone, “From now on, you call the shots.”

Within a month, she handled everything swiftly and decisively-shares, records, personnel, legal matters, all settled without a hitch.

The sound of fireworks still lingered in the air, but her suitcase was already standing quietly by the front door, her passport slipped into her pocket, ready to go whenever she needed.

In the days that followed, she squeezed every bit of time she had-playing with Kendra at the amusement park until closing, soaking up the sun with Caroline in the yard, and listening as Caroline retold those old stories for the hundredth time.

At night, after tucking Kendra in, Brianna sat alone by the bed, checking her flight information again and again, as if trying to convince herself she could really go through with it.

It wasn’t until three nights before her departure that she finally sent a WhatsApp message to her two childhood friends: [Tomorrow at 7 PM, same old spot.]

They’d arranged to meet at a hot pot place, and the whole restaurant was thick with steam.

After three bottles of red wine, Patsy was the first to raise her glass, her cheeks flushed. “Brianna, here’s to a brilliant future ahead of you.”

Tristan didn’t raise his glass. Instead, he just rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and kept cooking meat for the two of them.

In the steamy air, Tristan smiled softly, his eyes crinkling, like he was truly happy for her, but also doing his best to bury his loneliness where no one could see.

Brianna watched Tristan closely. There was no pressure, no sign he wanted her to stay. If anything, there was even a little smile in his eyes.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but a strange sadness crept in.

Aside from Caroline and Kendra, the hardest thing to leave behind was his smile.

Tristan had done so much for her, but all she could give back were “thank you” and “I’m sorry.” His feelings for her ran so deep that she couldn’t accept them, but she couldn’t turn them away either.

Brianna raised her glass toward Tristan, her voice softened by the steam. “Tristan, I’m leaving. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, okay?”

Their glasses clinked gently. Tristan chuckled softly, then tipped his head back and drained his drink. “Don’t 1/5

Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire

say goodbye, okay? We promised-never say goodbye!”

Brianna’s eyes shimmered with tears as she nodded.

VOLICHBYE

It was not like she’d never come back. Planes make it easy-just means they’ll see each other less. No need to act like it was some tragic farewell.

After a few rounds, everyone was feeling the buzz.

The driver pulled up outside the Harper family’s ornate gate, the icy wind howling and swirling snowflakes all around.

Tristan stumbled out and opened the door for Brianna, grinning like a playful kid. Brianna stepped out, her heels unsteady as she touched down, nearly losing her balance. The mix of booze and perfume exploded into the chilly night air.

She reached up to straighten Tristan’s collar, her fingertips icy. “Tristan, promise me you’ll be okay, alright?”

“I will,” Tristan replied, pulling her close, his hand burning against her waist. His eyes grew misty. “I swear I’ll never let you slip away again.”

Before he could finish, he leaned in, his breath hot and heavy with the burn of alcohol, just inches from her lips.

Suddenly, a person swept across the scene.

Brandon, like a bolt of lightning out of the darkness, seized Tristan by the collar and yanked him away with force.

Tristan slipped and crashed hard into the snow, sending a spray of icy crystals flying.

Brianna stumbled too, her shoulder slamming into a solid chest. Brandon caught her with one arm and smoothly pulled her behind him, all in one fluid motion.

“Mr. Pratt.” Brandon’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, every word sharp as ice. “Is that what passes for a gentleman, taking advantage when someone’s down?”

Tristan pushed himself up, the cold wind sobering him a bit, defiance blazing in his eyes. “And what gives you the right to stop me?”

He lunged, fist barely raised, but Brandon stepped right in, the air snapping tight, ready to explode.

“Enough!” Brianna grabbed Brandon’s sleeve, her knuckles white from the grip. “Wasn’t the last fight enough for you two?”

The driver rushed over and clamped down on Tristan’s arm, holding him back. They were finally dragged apart, their ragged breaths loud in the snowy night.

Tristan shook off the driver and casually straightened his rumpled coat.

“Tristan, you should head home,” Brianna said, her voice gentle and soothing.

2/5

Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire

55 vouchers

Still fuming, Tristan climbed into the car, clearly reluctant. He rolled down the window, gave Brandon a roguish grin and raised an eyebrow. “Catch you later.”

The car roared off into the night, its taillights leaving a streak of crimson lingering in the darkness.

It wasn’t until the taillights disappeared into the night that Brianna finally turned to Brandon, her impatience and anger clear in her voice. “What are you doing here?”

Snow fell between them, the silence so deep you could hear a heartbeat.

Brandon didn’t answer. He locked his gaze on her, his eyes like a wild animal caught in a trap-pain, despair, and that fierce stubbornness that wouldn’t let him back down.

After a long silence, Brandon’s voice came out rough and low. “Do you really hate me that much?”

His words hit Brianna like a punch to the heart.

She froze, her parents’ bitter, resentful faces flashing through her mind. She’d sworn she’d never let her marriage turn into a living hell.

Now, facing his bloodshot eyes, she suddenly felt drained. She took a deep breath, swallowing her anger. “What are you doing here so late?”

Her voice softened, but it was even more ruthless than shouting because it meant she couldn’t even bother to hate him anymore.

Brandon swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing like he was choking on shards of glass.

The snowlight washed over his pale face as he finally managed to speak. “Can we try again? Please, just give us another shot.”

The air seemed to freeze in place.

Brianna’s eyes flickered, stunned, but before she could react, Brandon pulled her into his arms, his voice shaking, barely holding together. “I can’t live without you. Back then, I was stupid. I took you for granted… Just give me one more chance, please?”

She could feel his warmth even through the thick coat-so hot, so familiar, the kind of comfort she’d once longed for on countless sleepless nights. But now, it meant nothing to her anymore.

Brianna broke free from his arms and took a step back.

Brandon, desperate as if grasping at his last hope, pulled a velvet box from his pocket. “The ring I proposed with-you turned it into a necklace for Kendra.”

Then, he dropped to one knee, humbly opened the box, and held up the diamond. “Brianna, will you marry me again? Please, don’t leave me.”

The massive diamond in the velvet box glittered fiercely against the snowy backdrop.

Snowflakes landed on his shoulders, melting instantly, like silent tears.

3/5

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify