Damian's Redemption: The Billionaire Regret
Aurora Sinclair thought she had closed the chapter on Damian Blackwood, the man she once loved, married, and walked away from. But when he unexpectedly comes back into her life, she realizes their story is far from over.
Damian is the heir to Blackwood Enterprises, a corporate empire built on deceit, betrayal, and secrets darker than Aurora ever knew. For years, he obeyed his ruthless father's every demand, even marrying someone else to keep Aurora safe. But now, he's done playing by his father's rules. He's ready to reclaim the company his late mother built, expose the crimes that destroyed his family, and protect the woman he's never stopped loving.
As old wounds reopen and dangerous enemies close in, Damian and Aurora are drawn together once more and bound by passion, loyalty, and a shared determination to end the nightmare once and for all. But with betrayal around every corner, they must face a chilling question: can they survive the past... and have a future together?
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Chapter 3
One week later.
The morning sun rays peeped through the closed curtains. Aurora's phone went off, someone was calling. She rolled towards the nightstand where the phone was and sat up, no one had called her in the past 3 weeks except her lawyer. Even her lawyer stopped calling 2 days after the divorce was finalized. She was all alone now, or was she? Her eyes lit up a little when she saw the name of the person calling. Doctor Maywell Caldwell. She picked up, "Hello?" She regretted speaking without clearing her voice first, her voice was raspy and she sounded really stressed. And knowing Dr Caldwell, she'd definitely make it a big deal out of it. "What the? Have you been smoking? You sound really croaky." Aurora was right, she cleared her throat, it may have taken the cracking effect away but it didn't take away how stressed she sounded, "It's just my morning voice, Dr Caldwell."
There was a long pause then, Maywell spoke, "I read about the divorce."
Aurora's breath hitched, "Sounds like you been busy." She managed to joke but Maywell wasn't having it. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"
Aurora chuckled, "And then what? You'd offer me support? Please, Dr Caldwell. That won't change anything. And besides, I'm fine. I went through it and I'm fine." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Maywell.
There was silence on the other side of the line for a while. Then she finally spoke, "Come in today for some check ups. I need to be sure that you're alright."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes. I'll see you in thirty minutes to an hour." Maywell did not wait for her response before ending the call.
Aurora sighed. She stood up after placing her phone back on the nightstand and stretched a bit. She went towards the windows and spread the curtains, the sharp sunlight almost blinded her. How long did she sleep for? Her eyes then travelled to the wall clock, almost 10am. She closed back the curtains, the light was too much for her at the moment.
With another sigh, she made her way to the bathroom.
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She walked along the hallway, slowly but steadily. It's the first time she left the hotel since the divorce and it almost felt like she was new in town. She even almost forgot the road to the hospital Maywell worked at. She stopped at the door at the end of the hallway. On the door, "Examination room" was boldly written on it.
Before she could knock, a familiar voice echoed behind her. "Wow. You look like you could pass out any moment from now."
Aurora turned around and there she was, Doctor Maywell Caldwell standing in front of her. Aurora took off the face mask she was wearing- associates of the Blackwood family are pretty well known, so she wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama. She smiled sheepishly, "Hello, Dr Caldwell."
Maywell sighed, and walked past her. She opened the door to the examination room and gestured for her to come in. The moment the door closed behind her, Aurora found herself in Maywell's arms. "You poor thing...you went through so much in so little time."
Aurora swore to not cry, but right now, she couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears kepi falling from her face.
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Doctor Maywell Caldwell. Aurora's personal doctor and closest friend, probably Aurora's only friend. She's been with her since she got married to Damian.Together, the two have worked tirelessly trying to boost Aurora's fertility. They tried various ways, including naturally and scientifically. And during this process, they have built a really strong friendship in the past six years. Aurora always discussed everything with her, from her professional life to her marriage life and Maywell has always supported and encouraged her. And was always there for her during emotionally hard times, like her current situation.
She continued to let Aurora cry for a few more minutes and then gave her some water. After Aurora calmed down, she laughed, "I wasn't planning on letting anyone see me like this."
"Well," Maywell took the glass of from her and put it down, "I've seen you."
"Yeah. I guess I can only show my vulnerable side around you." Aurora grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped her tears, she wasn't wearing any make up so she didn't worry about ruining her looks. "Shall we get started then?"
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Aurora sat on the examination table, silent, as Dr. Caldwell moved around her, taking her vitals, checking her pulse, and frowning the entire time. "Are you disappointed?" She asked Maywell with a small smile.
Maywell scoffed, scribbling something on her clipboard. "This isn't a joke. You haven't been eating properly, your blood pressure is all over the place, and I can tell you're barely sleeping." She put her hands on her hips and gave Aurora a pointed look.
Aurora shrugged, "It is what it is."
"No it's not." Maywell snapped, "You should take better care of yourself. I know it's not easy but come on... you should know better than to leave yourself like this."
"I get you, okay? I'm not going to let this separation bring me down. I'll pick myself up and I'll do better. For now, just let me breathe."
Maywell leaned closer, "You to eat to breathe. When's the last time you had a proper meal?"
Aurora pondered for a while, "Well, the hotel meals are pretty decent."
Maywell rubbed her forehead, gosh this woman won't be the death of her. She put down the clipboard and looked Aurora straight in the eye, "I am going to order some food...and you are going to eat them in front of me. No leftovers."
Aurora swallowed, "Okay, Doctor." Maywell gave a small smile and brought out her phone. As she went outside to make the call. Aurora checked herself in the mirror one more time. She really did look sick and wanted to change that. No more letting the past bother her. She leaned back and waited for that food, her appetite was slowly making its way back.
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Aurora went back to the hotel. What was at first going to be just a check up ended up being a refreshing visit to a close friend. She spent 4 hours at Maywell's office, which would've been longer if she (Maywell) wasn't so busy. She had a great time and hoped it continued.
She threw her things on the bed and headed to the bathroom for a nice shower.
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Later that evening, Aurora went for a short walk. There was a nice playground directly opposite the hotel building, that's where Aurora went. The sun was setting, it reminded her of the evening she stumbled upon the engagement party of Damian and Selene. A scoff left her lips, to think that they'd been planning that for a while and she never even suspected a thing. Damian was a loving husband until that moment she found out, and the fact that he wasn't even man enough to go against his father's wishes baffled her. Damian was a straightforward and dominant person...unless Victor is involved.
She shook her head, no more thinking about them. "They can all go to hell." She said and stood up to go back to the hotel. No more thinking about them...
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