บททั้งหมดของ After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

(Lydia)I close my eyes, letting the back of the cold hospital chair press against my head as the wave of dizziness takes over. The blood draw left me feeling hollow, like a drained version of myself, and though I know I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, the faintness in my body is an unsettling reminder of the helplessness I keep pushing aside. It’s all just hitting me now, Mama’s surgery, the weight of what it means, the sliver of hope we’re clinging to. And the fear. It’s a dark, looming cloud, the kind that sits heavy and constant.Ruby’s gentle touch on my arm pulls me back. She’s holding a small carton of orange juice, her eyes shimmering as she offers it to me with a soft, supportive smile. “Here,” she whispers, her voice thick with the same emotions I’m barely managing to hold down, “Drink this. It'll help.”I take the juice, sipping it slowly, feeling the coldness soothe my throat and slowly ease the wooziness. I don’t realize I’m crying until I taste the salt of my tears. T

(Ruby)The hallways of the hospital stretch on endlessly as I pace, my nerves fraying as every second passes. We’re well over two hours into waiting, and the silence around me feels like it’s pressing down, making it hard to breathe. Lydia is seated with her head in her hands, not daring to lift her gaze from the floor. I want to comfort her, but I can barely keep my own hands from trembling, my own heart from racing in anticipation.Just when I think I can’t stand another second of it, the door swings open, and Dr. Roberts steps out. Lydia and I both stand immediately, the question hovering in the air between us, unspoken but so painfully loud.He looks tired, his face drawn, but he offers us a small smile. “The surgery was a success,” he says, and those words hit me like a weight being lifted. My knees go weak as relief floods through me, and I feel a small, disbelieving laugh slip out of me. Mama made it. She fought, and she made it through. Lydia lets out a choked sob of relief,

(Ruby)I returned to my apartment hoping for rest, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. The day’s tension hadn’t left me. All I could do was pace the living room, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Mama’s surgery, Lydia at the hospital, the uncertainty, every worry swirled around me. No amount of tea or pacing could quiet the knot of unease in my stomach. Finally, I grabbed my coat and left. If I couldn’t rest, I could at least be useful. I knew Thomas would be at the mansion with the kids. He had his hands full, and the last thing he needed was to be managing everything on his own, especially with Mama’s surgery weighing on everyone. And maybe, selfishly, I just needed to be near my family, in the warmth and chaos of familiar company.The mansion was quiet when I arrived. As I walked through the entryway, I found Thomas in the living room, sitting on the couch with his head leaned back and eyes closed, one arm draped over his face. Even from across the room, I could see t

(Thomas)I walked back toward the waiting room and saw my mother standing near the doorway, her arms crossed, the same concerned expression she’d worn since I first arrived at the hospital. Mother had done more today than I’d expected, sitting by Lydia and Ruby, comforting them in her own, subtle way. Still, as I walked over to her, I could see the weariness in her eyes, and I knew it was time for her to go home and rest.“Mother,” I said, stopping beside her, “You should go home. It’s been a long day, and Lydia and I will be fine here.”She looked at me, pressing her lips together in a thin line, “I’d rather stay. Just in case anything happens.”“You’ve already done more than enough,” I replied gently, “I’ll call you the moment there’s an update. But right now, you need some rest. Please.”For a moment, she looked like she was about to argue, but then she sighed and gave a small nod. “Alright,” she said, her voice soft, “But you’ll let me know if anything changes?”“Of course,” I pro

(Lydia)The notebook rested on the bedside table, its presence both a reminder of the emotional weight I had lifted and the journey I had yet to complete. Writing my victim impact statement had left me drained, but also…lighter. It felt like I had taken back a piece of myself that Nathan had tried so hard to steal. My words were out there now, no longer bottled up inside me, and I knew I had done everything I could. Justice was no longer mine to deliver. It was up to the court now, and for the first time in a long time, I trusted the process. Thomas hovered near the door, reluctant to leave. I could see the concern etched into his features, the way his shoulders tensed as if he were bracing himself for an argument.“You’ve been here all night,” I said softly, standing to face him, “You need to go home, Thomas. Get some sleep, take care of things at work. I’ll be fine here.” He frowned, clearly unconvinced and said, “Work can wait, Lydia. You shouldn’t be alone right now. What if