Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 471 - Bab 480

(Adeline)The front garden was always my favorite place to sit, especially in the morning. The air carried a crisp freshness, and the soft rustle of leaves felt like nature’s whisper of reassurance. Today, I felt lighter, less weighed down by the fog of fatigue that had wrapped around me since the surgery. A week had passed, and though I knew there was still a long road ahead, scans, radiotherapy, and who knew what else, I was grateful for small mercies like this. Lydia sat beside me, her posture relaxed but her eyes distant. She should have been glowing after her date with Thomas last night; I’d seen her excitement all day leading up to it. Yet, there was something off about her today, a subtle undercurrent of worry she couldn’t quite hide. I reached over and patted her hand, drawing her out of her thoughts, “You seem troubled, my dear. What’s on your mind?” She blinked, then gave me a soft smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Nothing to worry about, Mama. Just…think

(Lydia)The morning passed quietly, but my mind was anything but still. Talking to Mama in the garden earlier had eased some of the heaviness pressing down on my chest, but it hadn’t erased it entirely. It felt like smoothing a wrinkle in fabric only to have another one pop up. There were so many reasons for my hesitance, and the biggest one gnawed at me: I hadn’t told Thomas. I could still see his face from last night, relaxed and content, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at me over dinner. It had been a perfect evening, something we hadn’t shared in a long time. I hadn’t wanted to taint it with this...complication. But now, the silence I’d kept about Clara weighed on me like a stone. I stirred my coffee absently at the kitchen counter, staring out at the bright day outside. Mabel and Miles were at preschool, their laughter and chatter missing from the house, leaving it quieter than usual. Thomas had kissed me on the forehead before leaving for work, his expression one of

(Lydia)The club was dimly lit, with faint, flickering neon signs casting eerie shadows across the room. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of unease washed over me. The stale smell of alcohol and the low murmur of distant voices did little to settle my nerves. Clara’s cryptic messages had been gnawing at me since I received them, and now that I was here, every instinct in my body told me to turn around and leave. But I couldn’t. Not without hearing what she had to say.I glanced around, taking in the nearly empty space. There were only a handful of people, scattered across the room, their faces shadowed and indistinct. At the very back, a hooded figure sat hunched over a table, their presence somehow more unsettling than the rest. My gaze lingered on them for a moment too long, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Clara was seated at a corner booth, her face partially obscured by the dim light. She looked frail, her usually polished appearance replaced by dark cir

(Lydia)The guilt was suffocating. It hung over me like a dark cloud as I moved through the mansion, trying to lose myself in the rhythm of ordinary life. The kids’ laughter, the aroma of dinner wafting through the house, and even Thomas’ concerned questions earlier all felt like a sharp contrast to the tension building in my chest. Lying to him had been harder than I anticipated, and though I had managed to deflect his questions for now, I knew it wouldn’t last. Thomas wasn’t the type to let things go easily, especially not when it involved me.But what could I have said? That I’d met Clara in some dingy, near-empty club? That she’d unloaded more bombshells about Nathan’s connections with the drug ring and a man with a name that sounded more like a ghost story than a real person? It didn’t sit right with me, not yet. Not until I had more answers. And for that, I needed help.When the house finally quieted down the next day with Tomas at the office and the kids at school, I slipped

(Lydia)The school pickup line felt like a small oasis of normalcy in the whirlwind of chaos my life had become lately. Yet, even as I sat in the back of the car, watching the gates for any sign of Mabel and Miles, my thoughts were a tangled mess. Clara’s messages had been coming in one after another since our meeting at the club. Each ping of my phone made my stomach churn.One message begged for money: “Lydia, please, I’m desperate. You’re the only one I can turn to. Please think of everything we’ve been through.”Another warned of Lucien: “He’s already looking for me. You don’t understand what he’s capable of. If you don’t help, it won’t just be me in danger.”The last one was the most chilling: “Don’t ignore me, Lydia. You’ll regret it if you do.”I shuddered. I wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a plea, but the words felt like a weight on my chest.“Ms. Lydia, is everything okay?” Ben, my bodyguard, asked, glancing at me from the front passenger seat. His tone was casual, but I c