Semua Bab After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Bab 581 - Bab 590

(Thomas)The house felt quieter after everyone left, the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background and the fading echoes of laughter from the evening still lingering in the air. Lydia and I stood in the living room for a moment, just taking it all in. The kids had gone to bed, exhausted from all the excitement, and now it was just the two of us. It was a rare moment of peace, one we’d both been craving.I turned to her, my heart still racing from the joy of the evening, from seeing everyone’s faces light up when we shared the news. The love, the support, it was overwhelming in the best way possible. I couldn’t believe how far we’d come.“I can’t believe it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “After everything we’ve been through, all the pain, all the chaos...here we are. So happy. It feels unreal.”Lydia smiled softly at me, her eyes sparkling with that quiet strength I had always admired. She walked over to me, her steps graceful as ever, and placed her hand on my chest.“B

(Lydia)The morning light filtered softly through the windows as Mama and I made our way to the clinic. I could feel the weight of the day’s significance pressing down on me, but in the best way possible. For so long, we had lived in uncertainty, clinging to hope and waiting for answers. Today, though, today was different. Today, we were about to hear the news we had all been praying for.Mama, always the picture of grace and strength, was quiet beside me. I could tell she was nervous, even though she tried to hide it behind her calm exterior. I squeezed her hand, trying to offer her some comfort, but I was nervous too. The past few months had been a whirlwind of treatments, tests, and appointments. The fear of the unknown had loomed over us, and though we had hoped for the best, there was always that lingering doubt.We arrived at Dr. Roberts' office, and I felt a flutter of anxiety in my chest. The waiting room was quiet, almost too quiet, as if everyone there was holding their brea

(Lydia)Ruby and I had spent hours choosing the perfect restaurant, one that would offer a warm, welcoming atmosphere and, of course, delicious food. We both wanted this celebration to be as special as Mama herself. It had been a long and difficult journey, and now that we were on the other side of it, we wanted to make sure this day would be one to remember.I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the table settings in the restaurant. The soft lighting, the elegant centerpieces, and the gentle hum of conversation from the other guests all made the space feel warm and inviting. Mama had insisted on a smaller, more intimate gathering, but I could see the joy in her eyes as she looked around at everyone who had come to celebrate her. Family, friends, and even a few of our closest neighbors had gathered, all of them sharing in the happiness of this moment.Ruby was at the bar, chatting with the bartender and making sure everything was set up for the evening. She was always the one to ta

(Jack)As soon as the door closed behind us, the world outside seemed to fade away. The quiet of the apartment wrapped around us, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was a softness in the air, an unspoken understanding that this was a moment we had both been waiting for, though neither of us had ever dared to voice it.I looked at Ruby, her eyes still sparkling from the laughter we’d shared during the evening. There was something about her presence that made everything feel right, like I could finally exhale after holding my breath for so long. She stood there, not quite sure what to say next, but her gaze never left mine.I took a step closer, my heart beating louder with each passing second. The space between us seemed so small, yet it felt like a lifetime of hesitation had passed in the silence. I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms.“Ruby,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, “You have no idea how I have long

(Lydia)I sat in the cozy corner of the living room, a cup of tea cradled between my hands as I stared at the message in my inbox. It was from a director, offering me a role in a new film. It had been sitting in my inbox for a while now and it was a big opportunity, one that could potentially jumpstart my career again, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I had been staring at the email for days now, each time thinking I should reply, but something always stopped me.Mama, who had been sitting across from me knitting, glanced up from her work, her eyes soft and knowing. She could tell when something was bothering me, even if I didn’t say a word.“Lydia, what’s troubling you, my dear?” she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.I sighed, setting the cup of tea down on the table in front of me. I felt like I had been carrying the weight of this decision for so long, and it was finally starting to feel too heavy to hold on my own.“It’s the email from that director,” I said, my voice