Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 511 - Bab 520

(Lydia)The bell above the door jingled as I pushed into the coffee shop, the warmth of the café rushing to greet me. It had been a long, chilly morning, and I needed a moment of peace with just me, a steaming latte, and a quiet corner to sort through my thoughts. The kids were at preschool, Thomas was buried in work, and for once, I had time to myself.The shop was pleasantly busy, filled with the hum of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. I ordered my usual and scanned the tables, hoping for a quiet spot. That’s when I saw her.Clara.She was sitting by the window, her hands curled around a cup of coffee, staring out at the street. My breath caught, and I instinctively took a step back, the air seeming to thicken around me. What was she doing here? Of all places, why this café?Her gaze flicked toward the door, and our eyes met. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then she stood, smoothing down the front of her coat, her expression carefully neutral as she made her way

(Lydia)Dinner at the mansion was usually a chaotic affair. With Mabel and Miles chattering about their day, Margaret giving unsolicited advice, and Mama occasionally offering wry commentary, it was rarely quiet. But tonight, it was just Thomas and me. The kids were asleep after a long day, and Margaret had retreated to her room, likely exhausted from the day’s events.The dining room felt larger than usual, the clink of silverware on porcelain echoing faintly. Thomas sat across from me, his brow furrowed slightly as he focused on his meal. I knew he was preoccupied, his silence wasn’t unusual when his mind was churning through work or family matters. But tonight, it was me who was distant.“Everything alright?” he asked, breaking the silence. His voice was soft but tinged with concern, “You’ve barely touched your food.”I looked up, startled. “Oh, I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a smile, “Just a lot on my mind.”He didn’t push, but his gaze lingered on me for a moment before he no

(Thomas)I sat in my office, the blinds half-drawn against the afternoon sun. The light that seeped in cast long shadows across the room, but none felt as heavy as the one weighing on my chest. Lydia’s confession about Clara and Lucien had thrown me into a spiral I couldn’t seem to climb out of. Trust wasn’t just broken; it was shattered, and the pieces were sharp enough to cut deep.The desk in front of me was littered with papers, reports, and files that I had no energy to look at. My phone sat like a ticking time bomb beside my laptop, and finally, I picked it up and dialed George.“Thomas,” George answered after the first ring, his tone neutral but knowing. He always knew when something was wrong.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked without preamble. My voice was low but carried the sharp edge of accusation.There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I assume you’re talking about Clara and Lucien,” George said carefully.“Damn right, I am,” I snapped, “Lydia came clean about e

(Jack)The air in my office was stale, heavy with the weight of everything that had been happening. Papers littered my desk filled with notes, reports, and timelines. Each one a piece of the puzzle I was trying to solve. The dim light of my desk lamp threw long shadows, reflecting the chaos in my mind. Something didn’t add up, and it was driving me mad.The threats weren’t isolated. They couldn’t be. Slashed tires, masked men, strange encounters, there were too many pieces, all disconnected on the surface, yet pointing to the same conclusion. Someone was orchestrating this. Someone with a purpose.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Lucien’s name kept circling in my thoughts. I didn’t know much about him, just the things that Thomas had told me he found out by Lydia and then George. But the little I had dug up suggested he was no ordinary man. His past was steeped in shadows, his business dealings murky at best. And Clara? She was an enigma herself, though her proximity to

(Lydia)The mansion was quiet, almost unnervingly so, as I sat in the living room, nursing a lukewarm cup of tea that I’d long since forgotten to drink. The clock on the wall ticked softly, each passing second a reminder of how late it was getting. I hadn’t meant to stay up this late, but every time I tried to go to bed, my thoughts swirled like a storm, keeping me anchored to the couch. Thomas wasn’t home yet.I’d tried to call him earlier, but the call had gone straight to voicemail. Normally, that wouldn’t bother me. He was often in meetings or tied up with work, but tonight was different. Tonight, I needed him. After everything I’d confessed to him about Clara and Lucien, after finally baring the weight I’d carried for weeks, I’d hoped for...something. Understanding, anger, even frustration. Instead, he’d barely spoken to me before leaving the mansion this morning, his face a mask of cold indifference.I glanced at the clock again. It was almost midnight. He’d been gone for hours.