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Chapter 42: Trapped in Glass
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After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 104: Guilt and Rage
Maxwell’s POVI sat in the plastic waiting room chair, staring at my hands. There was blood under my fingernails from where I’d tried to open Regina’s car door. Her blood.The smell of the place made my stomach churn. Hospitals always smelled the same. Like the facility where Regina had been tortured. Like the NICU where Ivan had fought for his life as a premature baby.Like death and suffering and consequences.My phone rang again. This time it was a number I didn’t recognize.“Maxwell Chamberlain.”“Mr. Chamberlain, this is Rebecca from Channel 7 News. We’re reporting on the car accident involving Regina Veyron. Can you comment on the circumstances that led to—”I hung up.How did reporters already know? The accident had happened less than an hour ago, but of course they knew. Regina was news now. Her drunk driving accident would be front-page news by morning.More calls came in. Different reporters, all asking the same questions. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my hands
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 103: Death and Suffering
Maxwell’s POVRegina threw a twenty on the bar and stood up abruptly, swaying slightly on her feet. Her black dress was wrinkled, her hair disheveled from running her hands through it.“Regina, wait—”But she was already walking toward the exit, her steps careful but unsteady. I watched her go, every instinct screaming at me to follow her.She was too drunk to drive. Too upset to make rational decisions. Too broken to be alone right now.I threw money on the bar and followed her out to the parking garage.“Regina!” I called as she fumbled with her car keys beside a silver Mercedes. “You can’t drive in your condition.”“Watch me,” she said without looking up.“You’re drunk. You’re emotional. Let me call you a car.”“No.” She finally managed to unlock the door and slid behind the wheel. “I don’t need anything from you, Maxwell. Not help, not protection, nothing.”The engine started with a purr. Regina backed out of the parking space too fast, tires squealing against the concrete.I ran
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 102: Liquid Courage
Maxwell’s POVI needed air. Needed to get out of this house before I said something to Morgana that I’d regret. Before the guilt and rage and self-loathing consumed what little dignity I had left.“I’m going out,” I said, grabbing my keys.“Maxwell, where—”“Just out.”I drove through the city without any destination in mind, just needing movement, needing distance from the wreckage of the day. The radio was playing business news, and I quickly turned it off before they could mention the architectural forum incident.Eventually, I found myself at the Marriott downtown. The same hotel where the forum had been held. Where I’d destroyed my reputation in front of everyone who mattered in this industry.The hotel bar was nearly empty at nine PM on a Wednesday. Just a few businesspeople nursing drinks and trying to forget whatever disasters their days had brought.I took a seat at the mahogany bar and ordered scotch. The bartender was young, probably hadn’t seen the video yet. He served my
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 101: Paying the Price
Maxwell’s POVMy phone hadn’t stopped beeping since I’d left the hotel.Seventeen missed calls. Twenty-three text messages. All from business associates, reporters, and colleagues who’d witnessed my public meltdown at the architectural forum.“Maxwell, what the hell were you thinking?” - David Clearwater“Unprofessional behavior like that reflects poorly on our entire industry.” - Richard from the licensing board“Channel 7 wants a statement about your accusations against Regina Veyron.” - My publicist“That was a PR disaster. Call me immediately.”I sat in my home office with a glass of whiskey, scrolling through the messages with growing dread. Each one confirmed what I already knew—I’d destroyed my own reputation while trying to destroy Regina’s.The worst part was the video. Someone had recorded my entire confrontation with Regina and posted it online. Within hours, it had thousands of views and hundreds of comments.“Maxwell Chamberlain completely lost it at the forum today.”“Th
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 100: Following the Money
Alexander’s POVThe numbers didn’t make sense.I stared at the computer screen in my office, scrolling through Regina’s financial statements for the third time. As the family’s investment advisor, I monitored all our accounts monthly. Regina trusted me to manage her Phoenix earnings, her Veyron inheritance, even her personal spending money.But this month, something was wrong.One million dollars had vanished from Regina’s primary account. Gone to something called “Loren Group LLC”—a company I’d never heard of.I pulled up the transaction details. Electronic transfer, processed five weeks ago. No explanation note. No prior correspondence about any business deal worth that amount.Regina hadn’t mentioned any million-dollar investments. Phoenix Design Studio was profitable, but not wealthy enough to casually drop that kind of money without discussing it first.I opened a new browser tab and searched for Loren Group LLC. The company existed—registered in the Cayman Islands three months a
After I Died, He Truly Panicked Chapter 99: Trapped
Regina’s POVI made it to the hotel elevator before anyone could see me shake.The lobby was mostly empty—everyone still upstairs watching the rest of the innovation panel, probably dissecting Maxwell’s accusations word by word. My humiliation would be the topic of every networking conversation for months.My hands trembled as I jabbed the button for the parking garage. I needed to get out of this building before anyone else saw me fall apart.The elevator doors were sliding closed when a hand shot between them.Maxwell.“No.” I pressed myself against the back wall. “Find another elevator.”“This one’s fine,” he said, stepping inside.The doors closed with a soft ding. I watched the numbers climb—fifteenth floor, sixteenth, seventeenth. The parking garage was on the top level of this thirty-story building. The elevator would take us all the way up.“You’re shaking,” Maxwell said.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the trembling. “I’m fine.”“You’re not fine.”I couldn’t l
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