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Chapter 18: The Scar
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After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 218: Divided
Regina’s POVI could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast, as though the walls of the Veyron estate were pressing in, suffocating me.The words of the prosecutors still rang in my ears–the account is registered under your name. My name. Mine.Nothing felt real in the world. All the things I had said back in the room felt like lies to me. The prosecutors probably thought I was lying as well.Only because I didn’t have the proof of my truth.And they held the proof of my lies.But I hadn’t lied.I have never lied.I knew I hadn’t done it. Every fiber of my being screamed that truth, yet the so-called “evidence” wrapped around me like a noose.Sitting in the drawing room, surrounded by Alexander, my father, and my mother, I felt the weight of their eyes, of their expectation that I explain what I could not even begin to understand.My mind was losing it a bit. While Patricia had reassured me once again, like she had always done, a part of me was scared.I had built a name for
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 217: A Paper Trail
Regina’s POVI was halfway through reviewing quarterly projections when my phone buzzed.It was Patricia Williams. My lawyer.The sight of her name at the top of my screen made my stomach twist. Patricia didn’t call unless it was something serious and I hadn’t heard from her after the mess of a divorce and custody case I was trying to fight with Maxwell.“Regina,” her voice was calm but clipped when I answered. “I need you to listen carefully. You’ve been summoned for questioning in the Kingsman Group fraud investigation.”For a second, the words didn’t land. My hand tightened around the phone. “What?”“There are discrepancies in the accounts from when you were working there,” Patricia said. “They want your statement. It’s standard, but I won’t sugarcoat it, this won’t be pleasant.”I pushed back from my desk so abruptly my chair scraped the floor. “Discrepancies? After all this time?”My chest tightened as the memories surged back, raw as the day they’d happened. Maxwell, standing ac
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 216: Mark in the Code
Regina’s POVThe morning sun poured through the kitchen’s glass walls, warm but almost blinding, making me squint as I walked in. The clink of silverware and Mia’s soft humming were the first sounds I heard.She was perched at the table, swinging her little legs as she carefully spooned cereal into her mouth, milk dripping down her chin in a white trail she didn’t seem to notice.“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her head. She grinned up at me, her cheeks sticky.“Morning, Mommy.”Alexander was already seated across from her, scrolling through something on his tablet, coffee cooling in front of him. He looked far too serious for so early in the day.“You’re late,” he remarked, not looking up.I poured myself coffee, deliberately ignoring his jab. “I had a long night.”He raised an eyebrow at me, finally glancing up. “You need to take a break one of these days. Anyways, I wanted to ask how it went with Joshua Beck?”The sip of coffee burned my throat. I tried t
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 215: Beneath the Surface
Regina’s POVI came back home after dropping Maxwell off, the weight of the evening clinging to me like damp clothes I couldn’t peel away. I had no clue how the night would turn out when I first left, but I never would have guessed it would unravel the way it had.The silence of the Veyron estate greeted me. I slipped off my heels by the door, feeling unsteady, not from the shoes but from everything I had said, everything I hadn’t said.Guilt pressed into my chest. Not just over Maxwell’s figure sitting inside a holding cell or the hollow anger in his voice when he confronted me in the car. It was about the secrets I still held.I hadn’t told him about the conversation I overheard between Frederick and that other doctor, the one about faking mental instability. I was almost certain now they had been speaking about Morgana.But why? How did Frederick and Morgana even connect in the first place?The thought of her name alone made my stomach twist.Morgana.She wasn’t a stranger to me. S
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 214: Hidden Rivalry
Maxwell’s POVI didn’t know what to make of her words.A part of me, ashamed as it is to admit, felt oddly pleased when Regina said the collateral damage had been worse with me than with Frederick.That my betrayal had scarred her deeper, that my actions had left cracks no one else could. It meant, in a twisted way, that I mattered more. That what we had mattered more.But when the meaning fully registered, the satisfaction curdled into something else. Something dark. I hated myself for it. Because all it really meant was that I had caused her a kind of pain no one else could reach.That my place in her life wasn’t defined by love alone, but by the devastation I had wrought.I carried that heaviness with me through dinner.Ivan was talkative tonight, spilling over with stories about a book he was reading and the model car he wanted to build next weekend.His chatter filled the dining room, bright and innocent, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I nodded when I should, sm
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 213: Too High a Price
Regina’s POVThe photo in my hand was more than just grainy pixels captured from a CCTV camera. It was proof. Solid, irrefutable proof that I hadn’t been paranoid, hadn’t been imagining things, hadn’t been chasing shadows.Frederick had gone to see Morgana. There he was, the angles of his face clear enough to deny nothing, his posture betraying a familiarity I could no longer excuse.The world tilted beneath me, a slow unraveling in my chest as I stared at it.“You knew…” Maxwell’s voice broke into my thoughts, low but sharp, like a blade finding its mark. His eyes, searching and pained, locked on mine. “You knew all along and didn’t tell me?”His words registered, slow and heavy, settling like stones in my stomach. I turned to him, the photo still trembling in my hand.For reasons I couldn’t even name, regret welled inside me. Not regret over what Frederick had done, but over Maxwell. Over the way he was looking at me now, as though I had betrayed him. The betrayal on his face was mo
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