After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 391 - チャプター 400

(Lydia)The air was cool and quiet in Mama’s room as I sank into the armchair across from her. I’d missed the warmth of her presence, her gentle way of making everything seem more manageable.Mama looked up from her knitting, giving me a curious but gentle look, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”I hesitated, weighing my words carefully. “It’s about Thomas,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her soft gaze urging me on, “Things are...well, they’re better,” I continued, “But not entirely.”The words felt heavy. I wanted things to be whole again, but each day reminded me that some pieces were still missing. Thomas was trying, I could see that. Yet, despite his efforts, he still struggled with nightmares and the exhaustion that weighed him down. And then there was the ring, something he hadn’t mentioned to me, though Ruby had quietly let it slip.Mama set her knitting down on her lap, her fingers still, as she gave me her full attention. “Have you thought ab

(Lydia)Restlessness had seeped into my bones, the kind that made staying inside the mansion feel unbearable. I’d tried reading, cleaning, and even meditating, but nothing could quiet the constant buzzing in my mind. I needed to get out, to feel the crisp evening air against my skin, to escape the walls that felt like they were closing in more and more lately.So, after a bit of convincing, I grabbed my coat and decided to make a trip to the grocery store. It wasn’t far, just a short drive down the road, and I hadn’t been out alone in weeks. Just a simple errand, nothing more. A trip that would, hopefully, make me feel grounded again.The two bodyguards were insistent on coming, even if they tried to keep a respectful distance. They were dressed in civilian clothes, at least one concession that let me blend in a little better. I hadn’t minded the guards at first, grateful for the added security, but tonight, they felt like a reminder of all that had happened, of the lingering tension

(Thomas)The mansion was unusually quiet when I returned from the office, the kind of silence that wrapped around me like a thick blanket, stifling yet oddly comforting. I made my way to the living room, the familiar sights of home welcoming me back. But I couldn’t shake the weight of everything that had been piling up on my shoulders, work, my own deteriorating mental health, and the uncertainty surrounding my family. As I settled into the armchair, the doorbell rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I opened the door to find Jack standing there, a look of determination on his face. “Hey, Thomas,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, “I don’t think I filled you in about what George said.”“Good. What did he say?” I gestured for him to take a seat, my curiosity piqued. “Marco,” Jack began, his tone serious, “He’s not just some random guy. George found out that he’s the heir to a European billionaire, someone with a lot of connections and a reputation for being invo

(Lydia)The night had been nothing short of magical. I lay in bed beside Thomas, still feeling the buzz from the evening. They had all managed to surprise me, Jack, Ruby, Mama, and even Margaret. The kids had also gotten so excited, immediately catching onto the surprise. I couldn’t believe it, and I was still amazed by the love and support from everyone in that room. The party had been a celebration of the movie, of course, but it had turned into something so much bigger, something that had reminded me just how lucky I was.The moment I’d walked into the room and seen the decorations, my heart had skipped a beat. The balloons, the lights, the cake, all of it had been so thoughtfully planned, and seeing Thomas there, beaming with pride, had made my heart swell. It wasn’t just the success of the movie that made tonight so special; it was seeing everyone come together, the laughter, the joy, the kids running around with chocolate-covered fingers, Mama beaming at me, Ruby giving me a te

(Adeline)The hospital was alive with its usual buzz of people, nurses moving swiftly, doctors in their crisp white coats consulting charts, and patients of all ages passing through hallways in various stages of recovery and hope. Yet amidst all the movement, I felt calm. It was the kind of calm that one finds after a long, silent conversation with oneself.Lydia held my hand tightly as we sat in the waiting area, her fingers wrapped warmly around mine. She didn’t say much, but I could feel her tension, her mind likely racing with all the questions she hadn’t yet asked. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think of the roles we’d assumed over the years. It used to be my job to hold her hand, to keep her safe, to answer all her questions. Now, here she was, playing that role for me.Dr. Roberts stepped into the waiting room and called my name with a gentle smile. Lydia and I stood up together, exchanging a quick glance of reassurance, and followed him into his office. Once inside, he