Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Kabanata 531 - Kabanata 540

(Lydia)The weight of everything that had happened in the past few days settled into my bones. It felt like I’d been walking in the dark for so long, fumbling and trying to make sense of what was going on around me. But now, at least, I had the pieces. I had the truth, and while it wasn’t easy to swallow, it gave me something to work with. It gave me clarity.Thomas had finally told me about his meeting with Nathan, about the drug charges, and about Lucien’s demands. I could see the guilt in his eyes, the regret for even entertaining Nathan’s proposal, but I also saw something else. A helplessness. It was like he was stuck, like he didn’t know which direction to turn. And as much as I hated the situation, I could understand why.But now that I had the full picture, it was time to come up with a plan. A way to satisfy everyone, Lucien, Nathan, and most importantly, us. I couldn’t let Nathan win, and I couldn’t let Lucien destroy everything we had. There had to be a way to end this with

(Thomas)The weight of the decision still felt heavy on my chest as I walked into the living room where Lydia was sitting. I had spent the better part of the last hour pacing, weighing the consequences of everything, trying to make sense of the mess that had become our lives. But George had been right: this was our best option. We had to make it work, even if it meant taking a step into the dark.Lydia looked up when I entered, her eyes filled with quiet anticipation. She knew the conversation was coming, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twisted nervously around the edge of the blanket she had wrapped around her. I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I also didn’t want to give her false hope. The plan we were considering wasn’t without its risks.I sat down beside her on the couch, leaning back slightly to find the right words. My thoughts were still swirling, but I knew I had to say something, to let her know where my head was at.“I’ve been thinking

(Lydia)The house was quiet when I woke up that morning, a rarity these days. I lay still for a moment, listening to the soft sounds of the kids in the distance, their laughter and the occasional thud of little feet running through the hallway. I could hear Thomas moving around downstairs, the sound of coffee brewing, the familiar routine of our lives that now felt both comforting and surreal against the backdrop of all the chaos.I got out of bed, stretching my arms above my head and letting out a soft sigh. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind with so much happening, so many people to keep track of, so many things left unsaid between Thomas and me. But today, it felt like the world had slowed down just for a moment. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.I headed downstairs to join the family, finding Thomas already at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up when he saw me, his eyes soft but tired. “Morning,” he said, a slight curve to his lips that I ha

(Ruby)The invitation came just as I was settling into a quiet afternoon at the boutique. My fingers had barely touched the fabric I was sorting when my phone buzzed on the counter. It was a message from Jean Dupont: Would you accompany me to a gala this weekend? It's being held at the hotel my grandfather founded. It would mean a lot to me if you'd join me.I stared at the screen, my heart skipping a beat. A gala? At a hotel bearing his grandfather's name? It sounded extravagant and more than a little intimidating, but something inside me urged me to say yes. Even though I had a nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me to be cautious, to stay away from anything that involved him, I couldn't ignore the curiosity that had been growing since Jean, Marco, first came into my life.Why was he so interested in me? Was it because of my connection to Jack? Or was it something deeper? More personal? I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Jean than he was letting on. And I

(Margaret)It’s been too long, I thought as I stood at the doorway of Jack’s room. The mansion was as quiet as it always was when he wasn’t around. And though I would never admit it, the silence here had always felt like an empty space, a void that only Jack’s presence could fill. But here I was, about to finally have the conversation that I should have had years ago.I took a deep breath, my hand lingering on the doorknob. The moment was too important for me to squander it, for both of us. So much time had passed. So many misunderstandings, so much bitterness. I could hear him moving inside, his footsteps heavy as if he had something weighing him down.With a quick turn of the knob, I opened the door, and there he was, Jack, sitting by the window, his face caught in the dim light. He didn’t look up at first. I almost wondered if he was pretending not to notice me. But I wouldn’t let him run away this time.“Jack,” I said, my voice soft but firm.He turned, meeting my eyes for the fir