Semua Bab Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Brandon’s POVThe final note lingered in the air, vibrating through my fingertips long after the sound faded.God. I hadn’t meant for the song to hit that hard.The small crowd clapped politely — nothing dramatic, nothing overwhelming — but it wasn’t for them anyway. It hadn’t been for anyone but me.I exhaled, a slow breath that left something hollowed out in my chest. My voice felt rusty when I finally spoke into the small mic near the piano.“That one…” I paused, fingers brushing lightly across the keys, “was my grandfather’s favorite. He was the one who first taught me how to play the piano. And… I guess… playing this instrument every now and then helps me remember and honor him in my own way.”A few people murmured, leaning in. I wasn’t used to talking onstage — I usually left public speaking to boardrooms, not restaurants — but somehow this moment felt different. Allowed.“He used to say music keeps memories alive,” I continued quietly. “That as long as I kept playing, he’d neve

Natalie’s POVI just sat there, staring at nothing, pulse hammering, fingers curled around the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.That song…That song that triggered so many memories in me. Of the only family I had ever known. Grandpa York. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I thought of him. Oh, Grandpa… I miss you so much…“Hey,” he said, slightly out of breath. “Sorry I took so long. I bumped into the manager — turns out we knew each other from college. He insisted I check out this new wine they’re featuring.”He smiled warmly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Completely oblivious to the emotional hurricane ripping through me.“Are you up for it?” he asked. “Just one glass? I promise it’s worth trying.”Honestly, I just wanted to go home already. I didn’t want to sit here pretending everything inside me wasn’t unraveling strand by strand.But the boyish spark in his eyes… The way he looked genuinely thrilled to share something new with me…I fo

Nathan’s POVOne minute we were gazing into each other’s eyes, laughing and drinking wine… and the next, our lips were on each other, our arms tangled around each other’s bodies.It happened so fast I wasn’t even sure who moved first — her or me. Maybe both of us.All I knew was that the moment Carmilla’s mouth touched mine, something inside me snapped loose. My hands were suddenly on her waist, then her hips, then her breasts — exploring the curves I’d been trying not to think about for weeks.Her fingers slid up my shirt, grazing my skin, and it sent a sharp current straight down my spine.She pressed closer, soft and warm and absolutely real, and I couldn’t hold back the low sound that tore from my throat.God, what was happening to me?I tightened my grip on her waist as her body molded against mine. She gasped softly — that tiny sound undoing me more than Vivian’s entire press conference ever could.I cupped her face, tilting her head up to kiss her again — deeper this time, more

Natalie’s POVHis mouth moved against mine with a hunger that felt like wildfire. Everything I’d shoved down all night erupted like it had been waiting for this exact moment to break free.I slid onto his lap, fingers fisted in his collar, pulling him closer, harder, desperate for the noise in my head to finally go quiet.Matthew let out a low sound, hands gripping my waist — steady but trembling.“Natalie…” he breathed against my lips, but I didn’t let him finish.I kissed him again. Deeper. Heat spiraled fast and ruthless through me. My body pressed into his like the contact alone could swallow the storm inside me.His hands skimmed up my sides — then suddenly stilled.“Natalie,” he said again, firmer this time.I went still, breath ragged. “What?”He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard, but his hold on me gentled. His chest rose and fell beneath my palms.“We can’t,” he whispered.It felt like icewater poured straight down my spine.“What?” I repeated, blinking. “Why?

Natalie’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.A dull, throbbing, punishing ache pulsing behind my eyes — like a tiny construction crew had been jackhammering inside my skull all night.I groaned, rolling onto my side.Big mistake. The room spun. Slowly. Dramatically. Like it wanted me to suffer.My cheek was pressed against something soft — a couch cushion. My couch cushion.I blinked, squinting at my surroundings. That’s when I realized I was in my living room.Dim morning light filtering through the curtains.My heels kicked off on the floor.And—“Oh, God,” I whispered.The wine bottle.Empty. Completely, tragically empty. Lying on its side like it had also given up on life sometime around midnight.Shit.I pressed a palm to my forehead, trying to piece together the blurry chaos of last night.Right.The door. Matthew. My stupidity.And then—I sat up too fast. Another mistake. The room tilted again as my breath caught in humiliation.I remembered everything.The kiss I started.