Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

(Thomas)The weight of regret settled heavily on my chest as I glanced back at the front door, my kids’ laughter echoing in my ears. Miles and Mabel were inside, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside, of the chaos that had engulfed our lives. I hated leaving them, but I knew I had to focus on finding Lydia. It was the only way to keep them safe.As I drove to George’s office, the world outside the car blurred by, my thoughts racing a mile a minute. Lydia was missing, and the idea of her in danger gnawed at me, twisting my stomach into knots. I couldn’t shake the image of her terrified face from my mind. Every moment wasted felt like another step further away from bringing her home.When I pulled into the parking lot, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. George, Jack, and Ruby would be waiting for me, and we needed to act quickly. Time was not on our side.I walked into George’s office, my heart racing as I took in the grim expressions on their faces. Rub

(Lydia)I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time feels like a distorted concept in this dark room, blending together into an endless stretch of fear and uncertainty. My hands ache as I continue to work on the restraints binding me. I can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since I started, but all I know is that I won’t stop. I’ve come too far to give up now.Every small victory feels monumental; the sharp edge I found on this decrepit chair has become my lifeline. With each careful cut, I feel the ropes beginning to fray, but the struggle is exhausting. I pause only when the pain becomes unbearable, taking a moment to breathe deeply, my stomach growling in protest, begging for sustenance. But I can’t think about food right now; I can’t let my mind wander too far from the task at hand.My throat is dry as parchment paper, a painful reminder of my situation, but I force myself to focus. I need to be strong. I need to find a way out of here. I listen intently for any sounds beyond t

(Adeline)I watched Miles and Mabel nibbling on their cookies, little crumbs scattered around their plates and flecks of chocolate smudging their fingers. They giggled between bites, eyes bright and carefree, blissfully unaware of the shadows hanging over us.I forced a smile, but my heart felt heavy, as if a hand were squeezing it tightly. I could barely keep the tremble from my lips as I spoke, “Alright, darlings, time to finish up. Grandma’s getting tired.”Miles gave me a look of concern, his little forehead creased, “Bed already, Grandma?”“Yes, sweetheart,” I murmured, reaching over to brush a crumb off his cheek, “But first, I need to give you two a big kiss goodnight.”Mabel giggled and tilted her face toward me, waiting for her turn. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads, breathing in their scent, the smell of warm cookies and innocence. If only I could shield them from every hurt, every worry. But I knew life had other plans.“Be good for Grandma Mar

(Thomas)Jack drove quietly beside me, and the hum of the engine blended with the white noise in my head. Each empty location, each dead end had felt like a blow that I couldn’t shake off. The longer Lydia was gone, the harder it was to keep myself grounded in anything other than sheer desperation. Jack had given me hope, a lifeline, back in the warehouse, but here in the car, with only the silence between us, that hope felt as fragile as glass.Just then, my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with George’s name. I picked it up, a flicker of nervous hope flaring in my chest.“George?” My voice sounded rough, even to my own ears, “Any news?”“I found something,” His voice was breathless, alive with urgency as he said, “I was going through CCTV footage, anything I could get my hands on from cameras around the area where we last tracked Nathan’s car.”My grip on the phone tightened, “Did you see her? Did you see Lydia?”“No, but I did find Nathan’s car.” George’s voice was steady, cal

(Thomas)The silence in the car was interrupted by my phone buzzing again. I answered it immediately, George’s voice crackling through the line.“I found something else,” George said, “Another camera picked up the car turning onto East Fremont. I’m trying to find the exact location but it might take a minute.”Jack and I exchanged a glance, his expression set with the same determination I felt, “George, I can’t thank you enough.”“It’s what I’m here for Thomas. Now get back here quick so that we can plan how to proceed,” George replied.The moment I got off the phone with George, a surge of urgency shot through me. He’d found something, finally a real lead. I could almost feel my heartbeat pounding in my throat, a mix of desperation and resolve coursing through me. As Jack and I raced back to the office to meet George, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, channeling every bit of my frustration and fear into the drive, forcing myself to stay focused.Jack glanced over at me, sensing