On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 261

The livestream resumed.

As Lillian Clark unspooled the story of their years together, it felt like a release, a final catharsis. But as she spoke, the bitterness and hysteria of betrayal were gone. She recounted the events as if they belonged to someone else, a detached observer of her own life.

Yet, her audience wept.

When Lillian finished, the comments section flooded not just with messages of support, but with requests for links to her outfit and jewelry. Seizing the moment, she announced her new career path: she would become a style influencer, dedicated to helping people discover their personal aesthetic to avoid wasteful spending.

Followers poured in.

Outside the glow of the phone screen, Willie Brown’s shock had curdled from anger into a profound sense of shame. He sat staring blankly at his phone until Sarah Charles strode over and snatched it from his grasp.

“Still hung up on your ex-wife?” she scoffed. “She’s using you as a publicity stunt for her new career, and you’re still pining? You really are a hopeless romantic.”

Willie snatched the phone back and stood to leave.

Sarah grabbed his arm. “Are you staying out again tonight?”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Something came up at the office.”

Sarah finally snapped. “Isabella told me Kevin made sure your schedule was light so you could spend time with me! You’re just using work as an excuse. Be honest, are you already tired of me?”

A headache pulsed in Willie’s temples. A young, vibrant woman could make him feel young again, but more often than not, he found the relentless drama of a woman in her early twenties utterly exhausting. He was just so tired.

He shook her hand off his arm. “I really do have work to do. Can’t you try to be a little more understanding?”

With that, he turned and walked toward the door.

A smile finally broke through her tears. “Then I forbid you from ever watching Lillian Clark’s livestreams again.”

Willie agreed without a second thought, his mind already racing as he pulled her along to share the good news with Kevin and Isabella.

After the stream ended, Jessica was reviewing the analytics when a call came in from Anthony George. She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the data glowing on her laptop screen.

“Was that you?” she asked softly.

His voice was a low rumble. “Are you referring to…”

Jessica smiled. “Our livestream getting shut down and then suddenly being reinstated.”