Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire (Brianna Meyers and Brandon Levy) novel Chapter 165

Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 165 Divorce

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It was one in the morning, and the Ironfield Airport terminal was bathed in a harsh, white light.

Brandon’s flight was boarding, but he stood in front of the glass wall, his knuckles pale from gripping his passport too tightly.

His legal team formed a human wall, their voices barely above a whisper. “Mr. Levy, if you leave now, the Aroria authorities can freeze all your assets on the grounds of ‘flight risk. The stock exchange will halt trading immediately. The Levy Group… will be finished.”

Each word felt like a dull nail, driving deeper into his bones.

He couldn’t leave.

At the very least, he couldn’t face her as a coward.

The moment his passport was taken away, he swung his fist hard against the pillar.

With a dull thud, the skin on his knuckles split open, and blood snaked down the pristine wall, leaving a jagged trail.

He didn’t even flinch. He just lowered his head, adjusted his cuff, and turned to walk away.

His back was straight, his steps steady, as if nothing had happened at all.

The lights in the penthouse suite remained off.

He stood in the darkness, his phone screen flickering on and off, displaying a photo of Brianna and her daughter Kendra.

He placed the phone face down on the table.

Outside, Ashville’s neon lights burned through the night, like a judgment that never ends, with no hope of morning.

It wasn’t until his legal team finally called with the news: the exit restriction was lifted, and his flight got the green light.

As soon as he heard, he headed straight for the airport.

For hours on end, he hadn’t slept or eaten, running on nothing but two cups of black coffee.

The bitter taste kept him sharp-and made sure he never forgot just how helpless he was right now.

When the plane finally touched down in Klamdiff, it was just starting to get light outside.

He pushed open his daughter’s door, moving so quietly it was like he was afraid to shatter something.

The nightlight cast a warm, yellow glow. Kendra was curled up, clutching the stuffed rabbit he’d given her last

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year. Her mouth was slightly open, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her nose.

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Brianna lay beside her, one arm draped over Kendra’s back. Her long hair spilled across the pillow, and the ends carried the familiar scent of orange blossoms.

A thin strip of gray light slipped through the curtains, falling softly on their faces. The silence was almost cruel. He dropped to one knee, his eyes tracing every detail, not daring to reach out.

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His knuckles, rough and scabbed, hovered in the air for a moment before he gently tucked the blanket around Kendra and withdrew his hand. The gesture was so delicate, as if he was making sure the world hadn’t shattered.

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nt clatter of utensils in the kitchen barely broke the silence.

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his sleeves and got to work-eggs cracked, flour sifted, pancakes sizzling quietly on the

s drifted through the air. James stepped into the kitchen, blinking hard a few times, trying to asn’t dreaming.

really cooking?’ James thought. ‘Never thought I’d see the day.

You’re really back?” James sounded genuinely unsure.

randon said, setting breakfast on the table and nodding with satisfaction. He’d picked up some skills back in college overseas.

er coming home, he never touched a frying pan again.

morning sunlight shone through the staircase.

ddy.” Kendra’s voice was still drowsy, but it burst into the living room, clear and bright.

andon’s throat tightened. He looked up to see Kendra racing down the stairs, her bare feet thumping on ach step, the hem of her pajamas flapping against her legs as she launched herself into his arms.

He instinctively leaned down, but didn’t dare pull her in too close. His hand settled softly on the back of her

head.

Light footsteps sounded from the

Brandon looked up

She paused for

greeting an old friend.

‘re back

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only been out for a night-not trapped abroad for weeks

is throat was dry and rough. He could only squeeze out a quiet “Yeah.”

e enough to see the bloodshot veins in each other’s eyes, yet as if a universe lay

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There was so much left unsaid, swirling inside. In the end, she just gave a slight nod, and he managed a forced smile. Neither said a word, both understanding perfectly.

Brianna lowered her gaze, her fingers unconsciously tracing the smooth surface of the marble countertop.

Only seventy-two hours left until the divorce waiting period ended. Looked like this was where it all ended.

Her chest felt heavy and numb, but she forced herself to smile.

‘Well, at least we’re ending things with some dignity, Brianna thought. ‘That’s better than a messy breakup.

Brandon caught that tiny flicker of relief she tried to hide, and his heart felt like it was being crushed under a ton of bricks.

He wanted nothing more than hear, “We’re not getting divor

But the truth was, he did

All he could do was st if letting go would m

Brianna leaned,

Her chest good, B

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just like he used to, seize her wrist and yell for the whole world to

him to reach out.

kles going white as he silently tightened his grip on Kendra’s hand, as

ing.

ne, watching Brandon’s rigid back.

ed herself to sound upbeat, tossing out a playful compliment, “Looks pretty

n knives-hurting with every step, but she forced herself to smile anyway.

er, his throat working. In the end, he just managed a hoarse, “Eat while it’s hot.”

s as he set the plates on the table.

and Kendra quietly chewing, hearing Kendra mumble a sleepy “Yummy.” The tenderness almost painful.

it felt, the more it seemed like a countdown. Only three days left before everything was

was screaming, ‘No,

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ness stinging his tongue.

r hair falling forward-its ends brushing lightly across the

d the air, and for a moment, it nearly unraveled him.

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He reached out without thinking, but just as his hand was about to touch her shoulder, he jerked it away. grabbing the car door instead and slamming it shut with a sharp bang.

The engine started, and the car window slowly rolled up.

Brianna gave him a polite, distant smile through the glass.

Brandon kept his hands in his pockets, his nails digging into his palms, but outwardly, he managed to keep a calm, indifferent expression.

The car sped away, the roar of its engine fading down the leafy drive.

Brandon trudged upstairs alone, his steps weighed down. As the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, all his composure crumbled.

He fell back onto the bed, the ceiling’s harsh white light stabbing at his eyes. It felt like someone had carved a hole right through his chest, and the wind was tearing straight through him.

He took out his phone, the screen flickering on and off in the darkness.

His thumb hovered over the call button, shaking so much he just couldn’t press it.

‘What am I supposed to say if she picks up?’ he wondered. ‘Come back and keep me company?’

All the words pooled in his throat, bitter as bile. He was terrified that if he said anything, he’d lose control and spill everything.

He tossed his phone onto the carpet, landing with a muffled thud.

Brandon covered his eyes with his hand, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He pulled a crooked, self-deprecating smile, muttering to himself, “Turns out… I get scared too.”

The sunlight outside kept getting stronger, washing the room in pale emptiness.

After returning home, Brandon felt even more anxious and unsettled.

At four in the ming, his assistant’s call crashed through the silence. “Mr. Levy, the Aroria tax authorities have

The trial… has been postponed indefinitely.”

grinding against his nerves like a dull saw. Brandon’s knuckles went white, and the

under his grip.

the taste of rust flooding his throat. “They’ve got no shame! It’s the thief crying thief.”

the screen faded to black, the glow of his bloodshot eyes staring back at him.

he realized he couldn’t hold onto this marriage any longer.

ve that defeated him. It was responsibility. He had to step aside, let go of being their pillar, so ad Kendra could find their own way forward.

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It was the final day of the divorce cooling-off period.

In the early morning, sunlight washed softly through the living room, gentle and pale, like watered-down orange juice.

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James escorted Kendra outside, and the soft click of the car door closing was like someone pressing mute on the whole world.

Now it was just the two of them in the dining room, the air so cold and tense it felt like it could crack.

Brianna slipped the last stack of documents into a manila envelope, then looked up and gave him a smile- framed behind glass, ready to break at the slightest touch.

“Let’s go, all the pa