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Chapter Thirty-Eight.
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2026-07-24 03:00:00THE INTERCEPTION.
Nathan's POV.
The sound of the running water came steadily from the luxury bathroom where Emma was currently taking a shower to wash off the stress of our encounter with Derek, and I was just sitting at the main executive desk near the terrace window to double-check our morning flight schedules back to New York when her laptop screen suddenly flashed bright white in the dim room, a high-priority digital banner popping up on the display with an incoming notifi
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DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE.
THE BREAKDOWN.Emma’s POV.The grand ballroom was buzzing with conversations as high-society guests stared at the giant projection screens displaying my father's original legal document, and the transition from stepping down off the stage stairs to turning back toward the side exit door was completely heavy as two police officers moved through the crowd. Chloe was struggling wildly against Mark's tight grip near the corner of the stage carpet, her face turned pale with pure shock as every single executive, reporter, and donor in the room stared at her with utter disgust and total contempt."Get your hands off me right now, because you have no right to touch me in front of these people!" Chloe shrieked, kicking her heels against the floor while pulling her arms back in a desperate effort to break free."You are officially under arrest for criminal pass theft, civil harassment, and felony arson charges, so stop resisting or we will place you in handcuffs immediately," the lead police of
DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO.
EXPOSING THE TRUTH.Nathan’s POV.The bright stage lights were shining down onto the central podium as Emma and I stood beside Joel while Mark and his security men escorted Chloe out through the side doors, and the transition from watching our unhinged antagonist get dragged away to stepping up to the backup microphone was completely smooth as the murmurs of the high-society crowd quieted down into a tense silence. Joel opened his leather briefcase on the podium surface, sliding a clean digital flash drive directly into the media console connector while signaling the production crew at the back of the ballroom."Ladies and gentlemen of the Zander Foundation, please direct your attention to the giant projection screens hanging above the main stage, because we want you to see the exact legal facts behind tonight's unfortunate distraction," I announced into the microphone, keeping my voice steady, calm, and completely confident as the large screens lit up behind our backs."Look at those
DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE.
THE GALA CONFRONTATION.Emma’s POV.The grand luxury ballroom was packed with high-society guests and corporate donors as soft music played through the overhead speakers, and the transition from stepping out of our private town car past the flashing news cameras to walking onto the central dining floor was completely smooth while Nathan held my hand firmly in his. I was wearing a fitted gold dress with my hair styled neatly up, standing beside my husband near the donor board table, feeling an immense sense of quiet confidence because earlier that morning inside the central courtroom, the probate judge had reviewed my father's original signed waiver document and dismissed Thomas Sterling's lawsuit forever."You look absolutely stunning tonight, Emma, and walking through this room with you after our complete court victory this morning is the proudest moment of my entire life," Nathan said, leaning down to kiss my cheek while resting his arm securely around my waist."Thank you, Nathan,
DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY.
THE STOLEN INVITATION.Nathan’s POV.The late evening lamps were glowing warmly inside my private penthouse study as Emma and I sat at the center conference table alongside Joel, and the transition from stepping off our private elevator to laying out the contents of the recovered metal box was completely smooth as Mark locked down all residential entrance doors. Joel carefully lifted the top paper folder out of the metal container, using white cotton gloves to slide out an original four-page legal document that had Richard Quinn’s official notarized stamp resting on the final signature line."This is the holy grail of our defense strategy, Nathan, because this original signed relinquishment document explicitly proves that the twins' mother accepted five million dollars twenty-five years ago in exchange for giving up every single legal claim to the Quinn Trust," Joel announced, placing the preserved contract sheets flat on the table surface in front of us."Look right here at the botto
DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE.
JULIAN’S CONFESSION.Emma’s POV.The evening sky was dark as our three-car security convoy made its way back into the city, and the transition from leaving the upstate retirement estate to driving through the downtown harbor tunnel was completely smooth as Nathan kept the metal filing box resting safely on the floor mat between his feet. Joel was sitting in the front seat reviewing Arthur Pendelton’s signed affidavit, while I sat back against the leather seat looking at my tablet screen, until a sudden text notification chimed on my personal mobile phone.I opened the message, reading a frantic text from Julian that begged for an immediate, private meeting at the quiet level three parking garage near harbor building four, promising that he had critical information about Chloe's next move that I needed to hear before tomorrow morning's court hearing."Nathan, look at this text message that Julian just sent directly to my personal phone number, because he is asking to meet me right now
DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT.
THE STORAGE FIRE ALARM.Nathan’s POV.The basement storage room was quiet and cool as Arthur Pendelton walked slowly down the long aisle between the high metal shelves, and the transition from descending the carpeted staircase to standing inside the legal archive room was completely smooth as Mark held his tactical flashlight steady against the dark corners. Hundreds of grey paper boxes were stacked neatly along the walls, while Joel stepped ahead to help the elderly lawyer inspect the labels pasted onto the front cover of each storage container."Box number forty-two should be sitting right here on the middle shelf, Mr. Zander, because I organized all of my confidential corporate client files in strict alphabetical order before I retired fifteen years ago," Arthur Pendelton noted, pointing his cane toward a thick metal filing box resting near the back of the third row."I see the metal box right here, Mr. Pendelton, and the front label has Richard Quinn's name printed clearly across
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