My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Deep Regret

When Skylar Sterling escaped from St. Anne Psychiatric Center, she was already in terrible shape.

She climbed over the rusty fence, the sharp spikes tearing into her calves, blood streaming down.

But Skylar could not care about that. She pushed through the pain and walked a full two miles, finally limping her way to the Gresham Villa.

The villa was filled with music and laughter, like some grand party was going on.

She went around to the back door and slipped in through the servants' entrance.

In the ballroom, countless upper-class guests held champagne glasses, dressed in fancy clothes, smiling and celebrating with each other.

Travis stood in the center of the hall, wearing a black suit, standing tall and straight, his sharp profile showing maturity and restraint.

When she saw the woman beside him, Skylar's heart sank.

Her sister, Amber Crowder, was holding onto her husband, Travis Gresham's, arm, wearing a silver backless gown, smiling sweetly.

Skylar walked step by step toward the center of the party. All the guests around her froze.

Travis frowned even more, his voice ice cold, "How did you get out?"

"Travis..." Skylar had just started to speak when Travis covered his nose and stepped back in disgust.

The guests began whispering among themselves.

"Oh my God, is that Mrs. Gresham? How did she end up like this? She smells strange, too. Could she have some kind of contagious disease?"

"I heard three years ago she hurt Mr. Gresham's mother, and Mr. Gresham sent her to a mental hospital."

"Looking at her like that, she really has gone crazy..."

Hearing this gossip, Skylar's heart felt like it was being cut by knives.

Three years ago, she was framed for hurting Chelsea Gresham. Just when she could not defend herself, Amber produced a photo of her in bed with another man and gave it to Travis.

That photo was obviously photoshopped, but no matter how she explained, Travis would not believe her. In the end, he even took Skylar to court.

Her father, Kyle Sterling, trying to save her, bribed a doctor to provide a certificate stating she was mentally unstable.

Travis did not let her off because of this. Instead, he had someone lock her up in a psychiatric hospital.

During those years in the psychiatric hospital, Skylar did not have a single good day. She was either shocked with electricity or force-fed medication, sometimes even tied to a bed for days without food or water.

Now, she had finally escaped, only to see Travis throwing a party with Amber, the one who had framed her.

This kind of blow was enough to break anyone.

Skylar's gaze locked onto Amber, feeling her blood boiling throughout her body.

Amber felt uneasy under her stare. She held Travis's arm, her voice soft and weak, "Travis, I am scared..."

Travis squeezed her hand, signaling her not to be afraid, then turned to look at Skylar with cold eyes, "You hurt my mother so badly she is bedridden, and now you want to keep harming Amber?"

Skylar stared blankly at him, protecting Amber, her whole heart falling into an ice cave, completely frozen through.

She bit her lip, her voice hoarse, "Travis, we are not divorced yet."

"So what?" Travis raised an eyebrow, the coldness in his eyes deepening, "You think just because you came back, I will accept you?"

Skylar looked desperately at this man she had loved for over ten years.

When she was at her most vulnerable and needed help the most, Travis not only did not reach out to help her, but pushed her into an even deeper hell.

Just then, Amber, who had been standing to the side, stepped forward.

She wanted to grab Skylar's arm, but pulled her hand back halfway, always keeping half a meter away from her, "Sister, do not be like this... Travis is already angry. If you keep making a scene, it will not be good for anyone."

"Do not call me sister! I do not have a sister like you!" Skylar shouted at her angrily.

Although Amber was not Kyle's biological child, she had been brought over by Wilma Crowder when she married into the Sterling family.

Over all these years, Kyle had always treated Amber as his own, and Skylar had always given Amber the best of everything.

She could not understand why Amber had produced that photo to frame her back then.

Amber was startled by her scolding, her eyes immediately turning red.

She looked at Travis pitifully, her voice choking, "Travis, I just wanted to talk some sense into Skylar... but she..."

Travis put his arm around Amber's shoulder, comforting her gently for a while, then turned to look at Skylar, his eyes showing disgust and impatience, "Get out of here right now, or I will call the psychiatric hospital and send you back."

Skylar stood frozen in place, trembling all over.

She looked at this couple in front of her, at the contemptuous and disgusted looks from the guests around her, and felt completely disheartened.

Once, she too had been the glamorous daughter of the Sterling family, highly regarded in high society.

But ever since she fell in love with Travis and married him, everything had changed.

Travis held her sister in his arms, treating her like garbage, ruthlessly trampling her dignity underfoot.

She should not have come here, should not have had even a shred of hope for this man.

"Fine..." Skylar's voice was soft, filled with despair. "I will leave."

She struggled to stand up from the ground. The wound on her leg was still bleeding, but she did not feel the pain, only bone-chilling cold.

"But I am taking my daughter with me." She lifted her head and looked at Travis.

Travis's face immediately darkened, "You still have the nerve to mention her?"

"Skylar, do not be like this..." Amber spoke up again, with fake concern, "We all know Eileen is the child you had with another man. Travis has been very tolerant, not holding you accountable. Why bring up Eileen in front of everyone and hurt Travis again?"

Skylar looked at her in disbelief, "What are you talking about? Eileen is his daughter!"

"Shut up!" Travis shouted at her angrily, hatred bursting from his eyes. "After you were locked up in the psychiatric hospital, I had Eileen's DNA tested. We have no blood relation at all."

With that, he threw the DNA test report viciously in front of Skylar.

Skylar picked up the report, shaking her head desperately, "No, this cannot be... This report is fake!"

Eileen was her own child. She knew better than anyone that Travis was Eileen's biological father.

Suddenly, she glared at Amber, who was gloating nearby, and lunged at her, "It was you! You are behind this, are you not?"

Amber quickly hid behind Travis, speaking in a mocking tone, "Skylar, you cheated, how can you blame me? Travis was kind-hearted and did not make things difficult for Eileen. He just sent her to an orphanage. That is already more than generous."

"Do not waste words on her." Travis's eyes showed impatience. He turned to the butler and said, "Throw her out. If she dares show up at the Gresham Villa again, call the police."

"But Mrs. Brenda Gresham, she..." The butler seemed hesitant.

"I will explain to Grandma myself," Travis said coldly.

Seeing his firm attitude, the butler did not dare say more and could only signal the two bodyguards nearby with his eyes.

Skylar was dragged out by the two bodyguards and thrown into the snow behind the Gresham Villa's back door.

The snow was still falling, and getting heavier.

Skylar wore only a thin hospital gown, shivering all over from the cold, but she could not care about that. She stumbled through the snow-filled streets.

She had to find her daughter before dawn, because she knew that once Travis discovered she had escaped, the first thing he would deal with was that "stain."