Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 321 - Bab 330

(Margaret)The house was quiet, too quiet for a place that should be filled with the sounds of children. I stood at the top of the grand staircase, listening for something. Anything that would tell me Mabel and Miles were alright. The absence of both Lydia and Thomas weighed heavily on this place, and without Ruby or Adeline around to keep them entertained, I could feel the shift.Adeline had taken to her bed after her last round of treatments and the panic attack which she had suffered through. Her frailty was a constant reminder that she couldn’t help, not like she used to. Her panic attack had shaken her, and now, more often than not, she needed rest, not responsibility. Ruby was gone too, off doing whatever it is she does to run from everything. I knew I should not be the one to pass judgements on what Ruby does but what happened didn’t mean she should have left the children unattended. And if I were to bring that up then I would be the wrong one.The children had been very under

(Lydia)The hotel room felt too quiet, even though Thomas was just in the washroom, taking a well-deserved shower. I looked at my phone, noticing that I had missed a text from Margaret earlier this afternoon. She had been taking care of the kids while we were in D.C. handling this nightmare with Nathan. I opened the message, feeling a twinge of guilt as I read her words: The kids miss you both terribly. Mabel keeps asking when you're coming back. Miles has been quiet, too. Just thought you'd want to know.A deep ache settled in my chest. Mabel and Miles. I imagined their little faces, Mabel’s inquisitive eyes and Miles’ soft smile, both of them wondering when their parents would come home. It wasn’t the first time we had left them, but this felt different because Ruby wasn’t with them either and from what I know from Thomas, Mama had not been feeling that well either. There had been so much uncertainty swirling around us since the Nathan ordeal started, and I hated that they had to f

(Thomas)Sitting in George’s office, I couldn’t shake the urgency pressing down on me like a weight. Lydia sat beside me, her posture tense but composed, while George leaned back in his chair, the USB drive resting between us on the table. That tiny piece of plastic and metal had the power to change everything, or to blow up in our faces.“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” George asked, his tone careful, but he already knew where I stood. He’d seen it on my face the moment we stepped into his office.“Yes,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “We’ve held back long enough. The longer we wait, the more dangerous this becomes.”Lydia shifted beside me, and I could feel her glance at me from the corner of her eye. I knew what she was thinking, and I didn’t blame her. But something in me needed to act. Every day that passed with Nathan out there, felt like a countdown. We couldn’t just sit back and hope for the best.George let out a low sigh, picking up the USB and turning it over in his f

(Lydia)The sound of the front door clicking shut signaled Thomas’s return from the office. I was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, trying to busy my mind with something tangible. Since we’d come back to the mansion, I’d been living in a strange sort of haze. I’d disconnected from social media, blocked out the news, and even avoided conversations that veered too close to what had happened in D.C. The only thing grounding me now was the routine: the kids, Mama, keeping the house running.“Hey,” Thomas called from the hallway, his voice low, likely not to wake the kids. He walked into the kitchen, his tie already loosened, the usual fatigue lining his face.“Hey,” I replied, giving him a tired smile, “How was your day?”He came over to kiss me on the forehead before glancing at the chopping board. “Long,” he admitted. “But nothing I couldn’t handle.” He glanced at the half-prepped ingredients, “Let me help.”I knew I could easily call on the cook that lived in the servant

(Lydia)It was Friday, and I was looking forward to having some extra time with Mabel and Miles after their short day at pre-school. I had been busy making sure our plan was running smoothly but I had to focus on the kids as well.I had prepared their favorite lunch, grilled cheese sandwiches with carrot sticks and a little bowl of apple slices and set everything on the kitchen table. Usually, they would come running in, full of stories about what happened at school. Mabel would eagerly tell me about the latest craft project, while Miles would share a funny thing one of his friends had done.But today was different. They were quieter than usual, their faces serious as they slid into their chairs, barely glancing up at me. They didn’t even giggle when I cut the sandwiches into little stars, a trick that always used to make them laugh.“Everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I watched them pick at their food.Mabel just shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich without much