Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 401 - Bab 410

(Jack)Agreeing to help Amanda was not a decision I’d come to lightly. Memories of the past, of how we’d ended things, the betrayal, the fallout, flashed through my mind as I sat across from her in my office. I’d spent days wrestling with this, questioning if I’d be better off walking away from this entire situation. But then again, Amanda wasn’t just anyone. Despite all that had happened, we had history, a friendship that had meant something, and I wasn’t about to let her deal with this on her own.“Amanda,” I began, meeting her gaze, which flickered between hope and something close to relief. “I’ll help you. But we do this on my terms. I’m not going to fake a relationship with you, not even for show. What I am willing to do is spend time together, as friends. If Marco sees that I’m around and that you’re not alone, that should be enough.”She nodded, almost eagerly, “Yes, yes, of course. Friends. That’s…that’s fine, Jack.”I studied her for a moment, wondering if she was truly as c

(Lydia)I have no idea why it’s so hard to bring up the proposal with Thomas, or why talking about our living situation feels like trying to tiptoe through a minefield. We’ve been through so much together. We had been married once and now are the parents of two little whirlwinds, and here I was, still getting all nervous over something as simple as talking to him. It’s ridiculous, really. This wasn’t the first time he’d be proposing to me. We were married once, after all, and yet here I am, finding every excuse to avoid the topic. Every time I think I’ve mustered up the courage to bring it up, the words evaporate the moment I see him.Maybe it’s the months filled with unrelenting chaos that we’ve had to go through, or maybe I just don’t want to rock the boat now that things are finally settling down. We’re living at the mansion, which was supposed to be temporary, yet every day, it feels a little less temporary. I know I need to ask him about it, about what we’re doing, whether we’l

(Lydia)The moment I read Thomas’s message, my heart jumped into my throat. Something important to talk about, he said. I knew I’d told myself a hundred times not to think that every quiet moment or cryptic text from him was a sign of a proposal, but this one was different, it was vague, yes, but it had an air of finality as well. He wouldn’t phrase it like that unless it was serious, right? I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he was finally ready.So, I threw myself into preparations. If tonight was the night, then I wanted everything to be perfect. I gave myself a list to keep my excitement in check: first, get the kids settled. I made up a special story for them, told in soft whispers with Mabel on one side and Miles on the other. They asked questions, stretched it out, and I was happy to oblige. An extra bit of time together before what felt like a big moment for their parents. Afterward, I tucked them in, making sure they had their favorite stuffed animals, and kiss

(Lydia)I checked my watch, hurrying up the steps to the preschool entrance, where Mabel and Miles would be waiting for me. The chilly November air was biting, and the first wisps of winter fog were settling over the city. But seeing my kids’ bright faces as I picked them up was the best part of my day, especially now, after everything we’d been through. Thomas insisted I take a bodyguard with me even for errands as simple as picking them up, and today, Ben was by my side. Although it did make me feel safe, but I couldn’t help but remember the ones that used to be there before Ben…the ones that lost their lives protecting me.I shook my head, right now was not the time to think about how Nathan had murdered my driver and bodyguard. My heart hurt something fierce at the reminder.As we approached the door, I heard a group of mothers talking in hushed, urgent voices by the side of the building. I couldn’t make out the words, but they turned to look at me as soon as I appeared. I wasn’t

(Lydia)I sat on the edge of Mama’s bed, taking in the familiar comfort of her room. She was propped up on the pillows, her face paler than usual but still carrying that quiet strength that had seen us through so much already. The room felt warm and safe, now filled with little things she loved, framed photos, a stack of her favorite books on the bedside table, the light scent of lavender lingering in the air. But today, the space between us felt heavy with all the things we hadn’t yet said.“Are you all set for tomorrow?” I asked gently, though I already knew the answer.Mama smiled, reaching over to pat my hand, “As ready as I’ll ever be, darling. Dr. Roberts is the best, and we’ve been through plenty together already, haven’t we?”I nodded, knowing it was true. Dr. Roberts had been with us since her diagnosis. He was thorough, compassionate, and always willing to answer our endless questions. After everything with Nathan and that horrible day in the hospital, Thomas had asked if