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Chapter 14: Damien’s Threat
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EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Standoff
Time stopped. The gun pointed at my belly. At our daughter. At everything Calloway and I had fought so hard to protect. "Sienna, don't." Marcus's voice was steady, but I could hear the fear underneath. "Please. Think about what you're doing." "I have thought about it." Her finger moved to the trigger. "Elena gets everything while I lose everything? That's not fair." "You're right." I kept my voice calm despite the terror clawing up my throat. "It's not fair. None of this is fair." "Elena—" Calloway's grip on my waist tightened, like he could shield me with his body if needed. "No." I gently pulled away from him, took a step toward Sienna. "Let me talk to her." "Elena, don't—" But I was already moving. Slowly. Hands visible. Non-threatening. "Sienna, you're right. I got lucky. I survived when I shouldn't have. I found someone who prote
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Sienna's Breakdown
"We need to go. Now." Calloway was already grabbing his jacket, keys in hand. "I'm coming with you." He stopped. Turned to face me. "Absolutely not. You're on bed rest. You're staying here where it's safe." "Safe?" I struggled to my feet, ignoring the protest in my back. "Sienna is at our home with a gun. Marcus is there alone trying to talk her down. I'm not staying here while—" "Elena, this is exactly the kind of stress Dr. Morrison warned you about. Your blood pressure—" "Will be fine. I'll be fine." I grabbed my own jacket from the chair. "But I won't sit here doing nothing while people I care about are in danger. So either I come with you, or I find my own way there." His jaw clenched. We stared at each other for a long moment. "Fine," he said finally. "But you stay in the car. No arguments. You don't get out, y
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Calloway's Secret
I waited for Calloway in the bedroom, the wooden box of keys on the nightstand beside me. Evidence of what I'd found. He arrived home just after seven, as promised. Exhausted. Tie loosened. Jacket slung over his arm. "Hey." He smiled when he saw me, but it faded quickly when he noticed my expression. "What's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you—" "Who was Baby Sterling?" He froze. "What?" "The hidden room. In the nursery. Behind the wall." I gestured toward the connecting door. "I found it. Found the key. There's a crib in there. Baby clothes. Everything covered in dust. And a name painted on the wall—Baby Sterling. Lost, 1995." The color drained from his face. He set down his jacket carefully. Moved to sit on the edge of the bed, not quite looking at me. "You weren't supposed to find that room." "Well, I did. So tell me—who was Baby Sterli
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Country Isolation
The days blurred together. Wake up. Eat breakfast Margaret brought on a tray. Stare at the ceiling. Eat lunch. Stare out the window. Eat dinner. Sleep. Repeat. Bed rest was slowly driving me insane. Calloway left early each morning—5 AM, sometimes earlier—to commute into the city for work. He'd promised to work remotely as much as possible, but Sterling Industries was in crisis mode. Stock prices falling. Investors demanding answers. The board breathing down his neck about Natasha's allegations. So he drove three hours round trip. Every day. Coming home exhausted, kissing my forehead, collapsing into bed beside me. And I was alone. The estate had a staff of twelve. Margaret, who managed the household. Two cooks. Four housekeepers. Three groundskeepers. Two security guards who rotated shifts with the larger team patrolling the perimeter. They were all efficient. Pr
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Moving Day
"Absolutely not." I crossed my arms over my belly, glaring at Calloway from my hospital bed. Dr. Morrison had just discharged me with strict orders for continued bed rest, and apparently Calloway had taken that as permission to uproot our entire lives. "Elena—" "I'm not leaving the city. My doctor is here. The hospital is here. Everything we need is here." "Everything we need is safety." Calloway's voice was calm but firm. "Damien broke into the penthouse. He destroyed the nursery. He's still out there—the police haven't found him yet. I'm not taking chances with you or our daughter." "So we just run away?" "We relocate. Temporarily." He sat on the edge of the bed, took my hand. "I have a property upstate. It's secure, private, and far enough from the city that no one will bother us. You can rest. Actua
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Home Invasion
Calloway's driver broke every speed limit getting to the penthouse. The building's lobby was chaos—police cars parked haphazardly outside, uniformed officers questioning the night security staff, the building manager wringing his hands and speaking rapidly into his phone. Calloway strode past them all, heading straight for the private elevator. A police officer tried to stop him. "Sir, you can't—" "That's my home." Calloway's voice was steel. "My wife is in the hospital and someone broke into my penthouse. I'm going up." The officer hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But we're coming with you." Two officers followed him into the elevator. The ride up felt like it took hours instead of seconds. The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. Calloway stepped out and stopped. His security team had someone pinned against the living ro
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