All Chapters of Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brandon’s POVMy fingers tightened on the edge of the door, ready to pull it open the rest of the way—“Mr. York!”Marvin’s voice rang across the garden, sharp enough to make me snap around.He was half-jogging toward me from the back entrance, waving an arm.“Sir—please, I need you for a moment!”His face was flushed, breath uneven, like he’d rushed to find me.“What is it?” I asked, heart still hammering from what I’d seen—or thought I’d seen—in the shed.“It’s the… ah—the pipe in the utility room.” He pushed his glasses up nervously. “I think it burst again. Water’s leaking onto the old storage boxes. I’m really sorry, sir.”A pipe. Of all things.I took a steadying breath. “How bad is it?”“I— I’m not sure,” he said quickly. “I heard the dripping getting louder. But it happened before and two people are needed to keep it from flooding everything. I thought—well, better check with you before it damages anything of your grandfather’s.”I hesitated, glancing back at the shed.If anyt

Natalie’s POVMatthew was smiling widely as I walked toward him. He lifted the flowers first, almost shyly. “Hi.”“Hi,” I breathed. “I… didn’t expect you.”“I know.” His smile softened. “But I thought you could use these.”The flowers were lovely — soft blush and white blooms, simple and gentle, the kind of arrangement I would actually buy for someone else but never for myself.“Matthew, they’re beautiful,” I said, touched despite the emotional chaos still swirling inside me.“And this,” he added, offering the notebook. Seeing it up close made it even more beautiful — rich brown leather, smooth edges, and my name engraved in gold across the front.I took it carefully. I had already guessed it was a planner of some sort, but the weight of it in my hands told me it was something special. When I flipped it open, the truth hit me:A planner specifically designed for lawyers.Case summary pages. Hearing schedules. Pre-trial notes. The works!There was a note tucked into the first page — ha

Natalie’s POVMatthew leaned in just an inch more — slow enough that I could have let it happen, let the evening tilt into something romantic. But in that tiny, breath-held moment, my heart did something awful.It stalled. Not in the good way, but in the wrong way.My fingers tightened around the edge of the couch cushion, and before I even fully thought it through, I turned my face slightly to the side.His lips brushed the corner of my cheek instead of my mouth.Matthew froze.Then I shifted awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”“Oh—” he pulled back immediately, eyes widening. “Sorry. I… I misread that.”His ears flushed red.The guilt slammed right into me.“No, Matthew,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It’s not you. I swear it’s not.”He let out a tiny, embarrassed laugh. “It definitely kind of feels like it’s me.”I reached out, lightly touching his arm, hoping it didn’t make things worse. “I’m just… not ready.”The words tasted raw. But at least I was being honest. His eyes finally met mi

Brandon’s POVVivian’s voice crackled through my monitor, every word dripping with calculated innocence and weaponized charm.“…and I’m disappointed that Mr. Graveswell refuses to acknowledge the truth. York International housed us, supported us, and now they’re pretending they had no knowledge of any of the procurement mismanagement—”My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.York International gave her company a home, damn it.We opened our doors. We shared our offices. We extended our resources and trusted her.And now she had the audacity to drag my company—my people—into her mess?On screen, Vivian placed a careful hand against her chest like she had just been wounded by betrayal.“I respected Brandon York and the entire York International family. For them to publicly distance themselves like this… is heartbreaking. I can’t believe they’re acting like they didn’t benefit—”Enough.I slammed the pause button so hard the entire desk shuddered. Her face froze mid-sympathy, eyes wide and fake

Natalie’s POVIf perfection were a scene, it would look exactly like this.Soft golden lighting. Live piano drifting through the air. Every table draped in white linen and surrounded by people who looked like they belonged in a lifestyle magazine.And then there was Matthew.Standing in front of me with a shy smile and a bouquet of long-stemmed roses like he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel.“You look beautiful,” he said, handing them to me.My heart warmed. “Thank you. You look… very handsome.”He really did. Crisp shirt, well-tailored suit, the kind of effortless gentleman aura that made waitresses smile at him. He even pulled out my chair as I sat, which nobody ever does anymore.Everything about tonight should’ve made my insides flutter.But… still no spark.When the waiter placed our cutlery in front of us, both of us stared at the multiple forks and spoons laid out in perfect formation.Matthew leaned toward me and whispered, “Okay… which one do you think is the salad f