Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

I didn't sleep at all that night.
Gemma's snores filled the room, steady and unbothered, while I lay there wide awake, staring into the dark. Around five in the morning, I couldn't take it anymore and slipped out of bed as quietly as I could.
I crept over to the window, pressing my ear to the cool glass. At first, all I could hear was the faint whisper of the wind. Then, something else hit me, a salty tang in the air.
Seawater. A chill ran down my spine. That smell was unmistakable. We had to be near the coast.
Enschester was surrounded by islands—some famous tourist spots, others just nameless specks of land in the sea.
And if I had to guess, I was on one of those forgotten islands.
It made sense now why Forrest seemed so confident no one would find me. Without exact coordinates, even the police wouldn't know where to start.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. My stomach sank. If I really was stuck on an island, how the hell was I supposed to escape?
Defeated, I tiptoed back to bed, my mind spinning. Exhaustion eventually pulled me under, and I didn't wake up until noon.
When I opened my eyes, Gemma was already gone, and as usual, she had locked the door behind her.
I dragged myself out of bed, went through the motions of washing up.
The door creaked open. Gemma walked in, and my stomach twisted at the sight of her. The corners of her lips were swollen and red, like she had been slapped or punched.
"What happened to you?" The words came out before I could stop myself.
Yuan Yue was the woman of the oriole. Logically speaking, the oriole was the boss here. Other than him, no one would dare to touch Yuan Yue.
Gemma was Forrest's girlfriend. No one else in this place would dare lay a hand on her—except him. That realization made my stomach churn.
She shot me a sharp look, her voice cold. "None of your business."
She stomped to the table, dropping a box with a hard thud. Her eyes stayed fixed on me as she added, "Eat your food and clean the box when you're done."
I blinked, surprised by her attitude—and the fact that she'd even brought me food. Forrest's temper didn't leave room for kindness, but Gemma had still gone out of her way.
I stared at her. She was only twenty, practically a kid. She should've been out living her life, not tangled up with someone like Forrest. But here she was, stuck in his mess, and to top it off, she already had a kid.
Thinking about her dead child, I let out a sigh. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I've owed you an apology for a long time."
Gemma frowned, clearly caught off guard. "What are you talking about?"
"Your son," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I used him without asking you first. I thought the Madden family could get him the best care, maybe save him. But... it didn't work out. He didn't make it."
I hesitated, then added, "He's buried in a cemetery. If you ever want to visit, I can give you the address."
Her reaction was like a slap. "Who wants to see him?!" she snapped, her voice sharp and defensive. She turned her face away from me, but not before I caught the flicker of pain in her eyes.
"It was an accident from the start. Even if he lived, it would've been miserable! It's better this way. At least he's free. Maybe next time, he'll come back with a better mom."
Her voice cracked, and for a moment, I saw her lips tremble. She was trying to sound tough, but her red-rimmed eyes gave her sadness away.
"Gemma," I said softly, "you're still young. You've got time to figure things out, to build a better life. You don't have to stay in this mess forever. Someday, you could find someone who treats you right. Maybe even have a family again."