Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

I walked over and sat down next to Alex, unsure of how to start. My mind was spinning, trying to find the right words.
Quinn, on the other hand, wasn't wasting any time. His patience had clearly worn thin. He stood in the middle of the room like a storm cloud ready to burst.
"Where's Diana?" he demanded, his voice sharp, slicing through the tension like a whip.
Alex's face darkened in an instant. He slammed the coffee pot onto the table with a forceful thud.
"Watch your tone, kid!" he barked, his voice full of fury. "If you even think about tossing aside your wife and child for some shameless woman, I'll cut you off! Don't think for a second the Madden fortune will be yours. Not a penny of it. Everything's going to Natalia and the baby."
I knew Alex's threats were aimed at two targets—one to put Quinn in his place, the other to keep me in line, to make sure I didn't try to walk out. But I wasn't dumb enough to take it at face value.
The truth was, the Madden family wasn't exactly short on heirs. Besides Quinn's late father, Alex had a son and a daughter.
If Quinn lost his grip, his uncle and aunt wouldn't hesitate to swoop in and take control.
I knew better than to believe Alex would ever let someone like me get a slice of the Madden pie. Three years in this marriage had taught me that much—reputation and appearances were everything to them.
Forcing a smile, I played along. "Alex, I think you've got the wrong idea. Quinn's been nothing but good to me and the baby. As for Miss Terell, I heard she spent a lot of time here growing up. Maybe she just wanted to pay you a visit now that she's back in city."
Alex flashed me a grin, clearly impressed with my smooth response, and patted my hand with a nod of approval. "Quinn's lucky to have such a level-headed wife," he said.
Then, turning to the butler, Drake Frost, he added, "Go ahead and bring Miss Terell in."
Moments later, Drake went to the basement and returned with Diana.
She looked like a deer in headlights, her face as pale as a ghost. She clutched her designer dress like it was a shield, but even in her messy state, it was clear she hadn't been hurt.
Alex had clearly drawn the line—he wasn't stupid enough to risk real harm.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even Alex, for all his power, understood how much Diana meant to Quinn, and didn't dare go too far.
The sight of Quinn seemed to trigger something in Diana. She took a step toward him, her body instinctively leaning in his direction, but Drake's grip on her wrist stopped her cold. "Miss Terell, watch your manners," he said, his voice hard as stone.
Diana's eyes filled with tears as she looked at Quinn, silently begging him for help. Quinn's face remained a mask of stone, but his voice softened when he spoke to her. "Say goodbye to my grandfather before we leave."
Diana turned to Alex, her voice shaky. "G-Goodbye... Alex."
Alex's face darkened, his tone colder than ice. "Watch how you address me, Miss Terell. If you're talking to me, the proper way to address me is 'Mr. Madden.' Same as your mother, who's still sitting in prison."
Diana's face crumpled, her lips trembling as she fought to hold back her tears.
"That's enough," Quinn snapped, his voice thick with frustration. He then turned to me, his tone flat and detached. "Aren't you tired, Mrs. Madden?"
I stiffened. In all the time we'd been together, he had never once called me "honey." "Mrs. Madden" was as close as he'd ever come, and even that felt like a reluctant concession. The chill in his voice made it crystal clear—he was far from happy.
Sensing his displeasure, I quickly stood up. "Alex, it's late. We should head out so you can get some rest."
Alex waved us off with a smile and gestured for Drake to help him upstairs.
Quinn's car was parked outside. I hadn't planned on bothering him, but with the Madden Mansion sitting on the edge of the city, taking a cab at night wasn't just inconvenient—it felt downright dangerous.
I couldn't take that risk, especially with my son to think about. So, reluctantly, I decided to take his car.
As I opened the car door, Diana broke down all over again.
"Natalia, I know you hate me," she sobbed, her voice shaking. "But I really love Quinn. I'd do anything for him—just as long as he's happy. I'm so sorry for everything I've done. Please... forgive me. Just... don't make Alex angry with Quinn again."