Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 491 - Bab 500

(Ruby)The dress was finally finished.I stood back and admired it, the soft blue silk fabric flowing like water, with delicate lace patterns running down the bodice and cascading into the skirt. It was everything Jean Dupont had asked for, even more so. The dress was bold yet elegant, just as he’d described it to me. A deep V neckline, an open back, and a slit up the side that was more daring than I was used to making. But the challenge had been refreshing, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of what I had created.I wasn’t sure what kind of woman Jean was envisioning when he asked for this dress, but I had made it as beautiful as I could. The soft sheen of the fabric caught the light perfectly, and the lace, oh, the lace, was hand-stitched in such a way that it seemed to dance with the movement of the dress. It was feminine, sensual, but with an edge. And I had to admit, part of me was curious to know who this special woman was.The boutique was quiet as I placed the dress

(Jack)The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the AC. I sat at my desk, staring at the footage from the security cameras again, frustration building with each replay. The figure dressed as a security guard moved with precision, calm and deliberate, slashing the tires of Thomas's car like it was just another task on their to-do list.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t some petty vandalism. This was calculated, personal. And the fact that they’d gotten into the underground parking lot so easily was infuriating. Security had been lax, ridiculously so, and it had allowed someone to waltz in and do this.Thomas had already taken steps to tighten security, hiring an external team to review protocols and bolster defenses. But I couldn’t just let it go. Whoever this was, they’d breached a line, and it was my job to make sure they didn’t get the chance to do it again.I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the number of the security company that supplied guards

(Thomas)The sound of Charlotte’s brisk knock on my office door pulled me out of the mountain of reports I’d been buried in. “Come in,” I called, leaning back in my chair and stretching my neck to ease the tension building there.Charlotte stepped in, her clipboard in hand and her expression calm but purposeful. “Mr. Lombardi, the head of Vanguard Security Solutions is here to see you.”That got my attention. Vanguard Security Solutions was the firm we’d hired to manage the building’s security, including the parking lot where my car’s tires had been slashed. Jack had already stirred things up with them by demanding a list of employees, something they clearly weren’t thrilled about. I had assumed their visit would be to deliver what we needed.“Send him in,” I said, motioning toward the chair opposite my desk.Moments later, a tall man in a sharp suit entered the room. He introduced himself as Richard Hayes, the CEO of Vanguard Security Solutions. His firm handshake and carefully neutr

(Thomas)The sound of Charlotte’s brisk knock on my office door pulled me out of the mountain of reports I’d been buried in. “Come in,” I called, leaning back in my chair and stretching my neck to ease the tension building there.Charlotte stepped in, her clipboard in hand and her expression calm but purposeful. “Mr. Lombardi, the head of Vanguard Security Solutions is here to see you.”That got my attention. Vanguard Security Solutions was the firm we’d hired to manage the building’s security, including the parking lot where my car’s tires had been slashed. Jack had already stirred things up with them by demanding a list of employees, something they clearly weren’t thrilled about. I had assumed their visit would be to deliver what we needed.“Send him in,” I said, motioning toward the chair opposite my desk.Moments later, a tall man in a sharp suit entered the room. He introduced himself as Richard Hayes, the CEO of Vanguard Security Solutions. His firm handshake and carefully neutr

(Lydia)I sat at the kitchen table, staring at my phone, the screen glowing like an accusation in the quiet of the night. The kids were asleep upstairs, and Thomas was still at the office, working late, as usual. The silence in the house was heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. My fingers hovered over the screen, wavering between guilt and resolve.Clara’s last message lingered in my mind, its words etched there as if in stone. “You’re making a mistake, Lydia. You don’t know the whole story.” The irony was almost laughable. I didn’t know the whole story? She was the one who had started this nightmare, the one who had dragged me into her twisted world with that encounter at the bar. I’d thought I was just helping an old friend, but the weight of her secrets and the chaos they threatened to unleash had been more than I could bear. And now, I was hiding all of it from Thomas.The guilt gnawed at me like a persistent ache. Thomas and I had promised