Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Natalie’s POVI didn’t accept the meeting request.Instead, I typed: Not currently in the U.S. Will reach out when I return.Then hit send before I could second-guess it.Which was a lie. I was very much here, sitting in my office, drinking lukewarm coffee and avoiding anything that had Brandon York’s name on it.I just wasn’t ready. Not for a meeting. Not for a conversation. Not for the possibility that he might know the truth already.I had only touched that divorce agreement because I was mad. Frustrated. And maybe a little curious about how far I could push. I didn’t expect him to actually… reach out.Anyway, work.Emma brought in a client, a local logistics company called Green Valley. They’d finished a short-term warehousing and transport contract with York International. Everything went smoothly… until York’s legal team decided they weren’t paying the final $150,000.Their reason? “Performance defects.”My eyes rolled so hard.“What defects?” I asked during the initial consult.

Brandon’s POVThe second she walked in with that guy, I knew something was off.I didn’t even hear half of what Arthur was saying. My eyes were on her, she looked so beautiful. Better than I remembered. Confident, calm. Like she wasn’t the same woman who looked at me like I didn’t exist just a few weeks ago.And the guy beside her? Jack. My assistant told me he was the owner of that logistics company that just sued us. So that’s how they met? He was her client.Now he was her date?He kept leaning toward her like he owned the air between them. Guarding her, almost. It irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t even understand why.I still couldn’t figure out why she was acting like I didn’t exist.Maybe it was the case. Maybe it was me. Maybe she found out something I didn’t even realize I did.All I know is, I wanted to fix it. Fast.I wanted the divorce done. Not because I wanted to be free… but because I needed an excuse to work with her again. Legally. I needed her to help with the pr

Natalie’s POVThe ride home after the banquet was quiet. Too quiet.Dylan was driving. Emma sat in the back beside me, pretending to sleep but I knew better. Her fake breathing rhythm was way too dramatic.She’d been dying to ask the second we stepped into the car. And of course, it didn’t take long.“So…” she started, drawing the word out like a fishing line. “Brandon York. That man knows how to put on a show, huh?”I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “What about him?”“Oh, nothing,” she said way too casually. “Just wondering if he’s always that clingy when offering people a job. Or was that whole dance-slash-eyes-only-for-you thing a limited-edition performance?”Dylan gripped the wheel a little tighter.I leaned back and stared out the window. “It was just business. He asked me to work with him.”“Work with him,” Emma repeated, clearly not buying it. “He asked you to work with him in front of hundreds of people like it was a wedding proposal.”I looked at the rearview mir

Brandon’s POVSomething Mom said stuck with me.Actually, it was a mix of things... her comments earlier, Arthur’s little jabs from the other day, and that look on Natalie’s face when they mentioned my ex-wife like she was just some extra.It kept replaying in my head. The way she tensed. That flash in her eyes.I leaned back in my chair and looked at Elena, who’d just come in with my schedule.“You remember the background check I asked you to run on Ms. N?” I asked.She nodded. “Yes, sir. Everything came back normal. Except for a three-year gap. No work records, no paper trail. She just… vanished during that time.”I rubbed the back of my neck. That missing gap—it wasn’t just coincidence. I was starting to feel like there was something I wasn’t supposed to see.“Okay. Change of plans. Look into someone else.”Elena blinked. “Who?”“Natalie York,” I said, keeping my voice even. “My ex-wife.”She straightened slightly. “Are you looking for her?”I nodded. “Yeah. I want to know what hap

Natalie’s POV I couldn’t speak. No words came out.Dylan’s confession was still hanging in the air between us, and all I could do was stare at him… wide-eyed, heart pounding, lips parted like maybe something would come out. But nothing did.Then, as if fate knew I needed saving, my phone rang.I jumped.He looked down at his lap and sighed. Just one look at the screen was enough for him to know.“Brandon,” he said quietly, then gave me the smallest nod. “Go ahead.”His voice was calm, but his eyes… God, they weren’t. I saw it all—disappointment, frustration, and that faint trace of hope disappearing like smoke.I stood up slowly, still holding the phone to my ear.“Hey,” Brandon said on the other end, like nothing was burning. “I’m near your firm. Want to grab a bite and talk through a few case points?”“Sure,” I said too quickly. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”I grabbed my bag without looking back. I couldn’t. Because if I did… I’d probably stay.Dylan stayed seated, hands resting on h