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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regrets From Ex Won't Win Me Back: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

Seth could not go home that night. The walls would suffocate him, every corner haunted by memories of Isabella's laughter, her smile, and the life they had built together. Instead, he found himself in his officeHis hand shook as he reached for the bottle of whiskey he kept in his desk drawer—a gift from a client he had never opened. Until now. He did not even bother with a glass, just tipped it back, the burn doing nothing to dull the ache inside.His phone buzzed again. Isabella. The twentieth call in two hours. He let it ring, staring at her face on the screen until it faded to black.The envelope on his desk caught his eye again. Plain. Unmarked. His name printed neatly across the front. It had been placed there by Michael—obviously. He reached for it slowly, almost like he did not want to touch it. His fingers hesitated on the seal before tearing it open. The first photo slid out, landing on the desk.His world stopped.It was Isabella. His Isabella. Her hair spread across a pi

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

Days passed, and nothing changed. Seth was still gone. Edward's texts were vague – "Still looking" or "Give it time." But time wasn’t helping. The silence was driving her mad.By the fifth day, something in Isabella snapped. She couldn't sit here anymore, waiting for someone else to fix this. She got dressed and went to Richard's office.The receptionist gave her a practiced smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stone isn't available right now.""Tell him it's Isabella.""Ma'am, he's given strict instructions not to be disturbed. He just became a father and—"Isabella's laugh was sharp. "Oh, I know all about that. Believe me, I’m well aware.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice to a dangerous calm. “Tell him this — if he doesn’t see me now, I’ll sit here. In this lobby. All day. Every day. Until he does.”The receptionist's smile faltered. "I'll... see what I can do,” she stammered before picking up the phone and turning slightly awayIsabella didn’t wait for permission. She spun around and sank

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

Edward barely had time to stop the car before Isabella was out of it, the door slamming shut behind her. He did not try to stop her. He understood that look she had on her face, the one that told him that she would die if need be, but she must speak to Seth today.“Take your time,” Edward said under his breath, watching her disappear into the building.Isabella ran upstairs as fast as she could; her heartbeat quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. Five days. Five days. And now she was finally here, standing outside Seth’s door. She raised her hand to knock but stopped, her fingers trembling midair“What if she can’t get through him?”She pushed the thought aside and knocked, loud and firm.The door opened a moment later, and there he was-Seth.For a second, time froze.He looked like a stranger. His face was tired, dark circles under his eyes. He had not shaved or trimmed, and his hair was a mess. But it was the look in his eye that broke her- cold, empty. Like he did not even r

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR

They say having a child changes you. But watching Richard with their newborn son, Eliza realized that "change" wasn't a strong enough word. It was like witnessing the birth of an entirely different man—one who hummed lullabies, who could spend hours just watching their baby's chest rise and fall during afternoon naps.The fearsome Richard Stone, who made board people tremble, now spent his mornings making silly faces at a tiny human who couldn't even smile back yet. He’d traded cutthroat boardrooms for diaper changes and somehow, it suited himTheir son was barely a week old, and he still didn't have a name—not for lack of trying. Eliza and his mother had suggested everything from traditional family names to modern choices, but Richard dismissed them all with the kind of careful consideration usually reserved for million-dollar contracts."That's not befitting," he'd say, or "He doesn't look like a Max," staring at their son like he was trying to solve some complex puzzle. His favorit

CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE

There was a lot Seth could let go—grudges, petty arguments, even people who’d hurt him in the past. But not this. Not when it involved Isabella, and certainly not when it had left her so broken she could barely speak about it without her voice trembling. He wasn’t a man driven by blind rage, but for the guy who had done this to her? He would make an exception.“His name’s James Parker,” Isabella said quietly as they sat in Seth’s car, parked outside Grey Development. She clutched the handle of her bag tightly like it was the only thing keeping her together. “That’s what he told me, anyway.”Seth stared at the building ahead, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Several ways to handle the man played through his mind. The conflict was real—doing it the right way or giving in to the overwhelming urge to tear the guy apart. But beneath the anger, one question kept surfacing, refusing to let go: why would someone risk their life and job like this?Was it greed? Desperation? Or som

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX

Seth shut off the engine as he pulled into the driveway. She had been silent the whole way, fumbling with her bag's strap. "All right," he said softly. “We’re home.”Isabella hesitated her hand on the door handle. “You’ll call me if anything happens?”Seth gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Izzy. Just relax. I’ll handle this.”She nodded reluctantly and stepped out, watching as Seth drove away. But the moment his car disappeared down the street, her unease grew stronger. She estimated it would take Seth about fifteen minutes to reach the tattoo parlor. With haste, she got her phone out, found Edward's number, and hit the call button. Holding the phone to her ear, she paced anxiously, waiting for him to answer. "Hey, what's up?" Edward's tone was upbeat. "Edward, I need your help." The words came out quickly. "Seth's going after this guy at a tattoo parlour near The Muse, and I'm worried he'll—""Whoa, slow down. What guy?"Isabella took a deep breath. "The one who dr

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

"Man, you still draw like a pro," Diego said, watching Juan's pencil move across the paper. "Too bad you waste it on stupid shit like this."Juan flinched but kept drawing, his fingers trembling slightly. The only sound in the deserted store was the impact of a pencil on paper. Edward leaned against the counter and drummed his fingers anxiously, while Seth stood with his arms crossed and his jaw gritted.Finally, Juan set down the pencil. "There." His voice was barely above a whisper. The face staring back at him was detailed enough to be immediately recognizable."If I ever catch you pulling something like this again..." Diego grabbed Juan by the collar of his shirt."I won't! I swear!" Juan squirmed in Diego's grip."You better not." Diego shoved him away in disgust. He turned to Seth, running a hand over his tattooed head. "Listen, man, I owe you. Whatever you need, just say the word."Seth tucked the sketch into his jacket. "Just keep your brother in line. And Diego?" He paused a

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

Seth's phone buzzed just as he was finishing his morning coffee. Louis's name flashed on the screen."Got something?" Seth answered without a preamble."Marcus Reynolds. 1247 Central Avenue." Louis's voice was clipped, professional. "Known associate of some unsavoury characters. Has a record, but mostly minor stuff."Seth was already grabbing his keys. "Thanks. I'll check it out.""Wait—" Louis started, but Seth had already hung up.The drive to Central Avenue took twenty minutes. Seth pulled up across the street, studying the modest single-story house. Something felt off. The front door was slightly open.Seth reached for his phone again. "Louis? Yeah, I'm here, but something's not right. The door's open.""Don't go in," Louis ordered immediately. "I'm ten minutes out."Those ten minutes felt like hours. Seth kept his eyes fixed on the house, noting every detail – the worn welcome mat, the untended flowerbeds, the newspaper still sitting in its plastic wrapper on the steps.Louis's u

CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE

Richard's phone chimed just as the sun had begun to rise. He'd been awake for hours, roaming his study with a half-empty glass of whisky between his fingers, waiting for news. The caller ID indicated one of his most loyal operatives. "Talk to me," Richard commanded, his voice strangely calm. "Boss, there has been a complication." Jake's usually steady voice wavered slightly. "Reynolds is alive. He's at Lily Memorial."Richard's fingers tightened around the phone. "Explain."“The cops got to him faster than expected.” Jake hesitated before continuing. “He lost a lot of blood, but they got him into surgery. There’s a police presence, but it’s light—just two officers on guard duty.”Richard walked to his window, staring out at the lawn below. "And the package?"Jake’s silence was answer enough.“Jake,” Richard said, his voice low and dangerous, “tell me you didn’t leave loose ends.”“We couldn’t find it, boss,” Jake admitted. “But...I think the cops did. Detective Grant and that Donovan

CHAPTER NINETY

The tech lab hummed with the sound of cooling fans and computer towers. Seth drummed his fingers against his thigh while Louis paced behind Tara, the department's lead forensic analyst."How much longer?" Seth asked, for what felt like the hundredth time.Tara didn't look away from her screens. "Encryption like this doesn't crack itself, guys. This is military-grade stuff." Her fingers flew across multiple keyboards. "Whoever locked this drive really didn't want anyone getting in."Louis leaned forward. "But you can break it?""Already am." Tara allowed herself a small smile. "Just... there."The screens flickered, then filled with folders and files."Holy shit," Louis breathed, staring at the directory structure. "There must be thousands of documents here."Tara's fingers were already moving. "Let me run a quick diagnostic...Yeah, we're looking at about 2.3 terabytes of data. Documents, spreadsheets, photos, videos—""Start with the most recently accessed files," Seth suggested, pull

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