Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 20: Chapter 20
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Diana was speaking with so much emotion, she almost seemed like she was about to bow before me.
But before she could, Quinn stepped in, pulling her upright in one smooth motion, his arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders.
His brow furrowed, and his voice was firm. "You didn't do anything wrong. There's no need to apologize to anyone."
In the chill of the winter night, Diana huddled against him like a frightened kitten, her frame trembling against his chest. Without a second thought, Quinn shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
To anyone watching, they must have looked like the perfect couple.
A bitter ache settled in my chest, but I forced a smile, raising an eyebrow as I threw a jab. "They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Miss Terell, did you inherit your talent for playing the other woman from your mom?"
Diana visibly flinched, her body shaking as fresh tears spilled down her face.
In that moment, I understood why people always say the woman who knows how to play the victim gets everything she wants.
"Shut up!" Quinn snapped, his brown eyes flashing with disgust as they met mine, his tone as cold as the winter air.
I stood there, helpless, watching as he cradled Diana like she was the most delicate thing on earth. He even opened the passenger door for her, fastening her seatbelt with a tenderness that made my stomach turn.
In this little scene, I was the odd one out—the outsider.
For three years, I'd loved Quinn with everything I had, enduring his indifference and his commands without a word of complaint. But now, standing before Diana—the woman who'd caused me to give birth prematurely—I couldn't choke down my anger anymore.
Quinn acted like I didn't even exist and headed straight for the driver's seat. Not on my watch. I stepped in front of him, blocking his path with no intention of moving.
"What are you trying to pull now?" he asked, his tone cold and his eyes sharp enough to cut.
My chest felt tight, like the pain might crush me, but I forced a calm smile. "It's simple," I said lightly. "You've got two options: either you drive me home, or I march back inside and ask Alex to lend me a car."
"Natalia!" His voice snapped like a whip, his face darkening with irritation.
I met his icy stare head-on, not backing down. Even if he hit me right now, I wasn't about to flinch.
After a long, charged silence, I tilted my head, still holding my ground. "So? What's it gonna be?"
His jaw tightened, his face thunderous as he growled, "Natalia, you've got guts!"
For someone as stubborn as Quinn, giving in wasn't his style. But this small victory? It didn't bring me the slightest bit of satisfaction.
Not waiting for his answer, I walked over to the passenger side, yanked the door open, and leveled a cold stare at Diana. "Out."
"What? Why should I?" Diana froze, her hand instinctively clutching the seatbelt, her wide, tear-filled eyes darting to Quinn, silently pleading for help.
Quinn gave me a long, unreadable look before turning to her. "I'll have Finn come pick you up and drive you home."
"No!" Diana's face drained of color as she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. She shot me a glare, then softened her voice toward Quinn. "Quinn, I'll sit in the back. We can drop Natalia off first, then go home together. Okay?"
I had to hand it to her—the sheer audacity was impressive. The way she spoke, it was like she was the one married to Quinn.
Quinn's expression remained impassive. He gave her a curt nod and muttered, "Fine," before starting the car.
With Diana safe and sound, Quinn finally seemed to relax. The drive went unusually smoothly, the tension lifting ever so slightly.
I thought he'd drop me off at my family's house, but to my surprise, the car pulled up in front of a swanky apartment complex instead. Quinn turned to Diana in the back seat, his voice soft. "We're here. Go inside and get some rest."
That's when it hit me—Quinn had set her up with a new place. No wonder I hadn't seen her stuff in his villa.
Diana blinked, clearly just as surprised. She hesitated, then asked, "Aren't you dropping her off first?"
But before she could, Quinn stepped in, pulling her upright in one smooth motion, his arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders.
His brow furrowed, and his voice was firm. "You didn't do anything wrong. There's no need to apologize to anyone."
In the chill of the winter night, Diana huddled against him like a frightened kitten, her frame trembling against his chest. Without a second thought, Quinn shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
To anyone watching, they must have looked like the perfect couple.
A bitter ache settled in my chest, but I forced a smile, raising an eyebrow as I threw a jab. "They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Miss Terell, did you inherit your talent for playing the other woman from your mom?"
Diana visibly flinched, her body shaking as fresh tears spilled down her face.
In that moment, I understood why people always say the woman who knows how to play the victim gets everything she wants.
"Shut up!" Quinn snapped, his brown eyes flashing with disgust as they met mine, his tone as cold as the winter air.
I stood there, helpless, watching as he cradled Diana like she was the most delicate thing on earth. He even opened the passenger door for her, fastening her seatbelt with a tenderness that made my stomach turn.
In this little scene, I was the odd one out—the outsider.
For three years, I'd loved Quinn with everything I had, enduring his indifference and his commands without a word of complaint. But now, standing before Diana—the woman who'd caused me to give birth prematurely—I couldn't choke down my anger anymore.
Quinn acted like I didn't even exist and headed straight for the driver's seat. Not on my watch. I stepped in front of him, blocking his path with no intention of moving.
"What are you trying to pull now?" he asked, his tone cold and his eyes sharp enough to cut.
My chest felt tight, like the pain might crush me, but I forced a calm smile. "It's simple," I said lightly. "You've got two options: either you drive me home, or I march back inside and ask Alex to lend me a car."
"Natalia!" His voice snapped like a whip, his face darkening with irritation.
I met his icy stare head-on, not backing down. Even if he hit me right now, I wasn't about to flinch.
After a long, charged silence, I tilted my head, still holding my ground. "So? What's it gonna be?"
His jaw tightened, his face thunderous as he growled, "Natalia, you've got guts!"
For someone as stubborn as Quinn, giving in wasn't his style. But this small victory? It didn't bring me the slightest bit of satisfaction.
Not waiting for his answer, I walked over to the passenger side, yanked the door open, and leveled a cold stare at Diana. "Out."
"What? Why should I?" Diana froze, her hand instinctively clutching the seatbelt, her wide, tear-filled eyes darting to Quinn, silently pleading for help.
Quinn gave me a long, unreadable look before turning to her. "I'll have Finn come pick you up and drive you home."
"No!" Diana's face drained of color as she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. She shot me a glare, then softened her voice toward Quinn. "Quinn, I'll sit in the back. We can drop Natalia off first, then go home together. Okay?"
I had to hand it to her—the sheer audacity was impressive. The way she spoke, it was like she was the one married to Quinn.
Quinn's expression remained impassive. He gave her a curt nod and muttered, "Fine," before starting the car.
With Diana safe and sound, Quinn finally seemed to relax. The drive went unusually smoothly, the tension lifting ever so slightly.
I thought he'd drop me off at my family's house, but to my surprise, the car pulled up in front of a swanky apartment complex instead. Quinn turned to Diana in the back seat, his voice soft. "We're here. Go inside and get some rest."
That's when it hit me—Quinn had set her up with a new place. No wonder I hadn't seen her stuff in his villa.
Diana blinked, clearly just as surprised. She hesitated, then asked, "Aren't you dropping her off first?"
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