Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Natalie’s POVFuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nathan.About the way he’d smiled at the lakehouse. About how easily he’d said my name—as if he’d finally solved a puzzle he’d been working on for years.I’ll think about it.That was what scared me most.It had been two days since then. Two long, restless days where every silence felt deliberate, every unanswered question heavier than the last. I’d been on leave from York International, officially “resting,” but my mind hadn’t slowed for a second.And Brandon—I hadn’t heard from him.No call. No message. No casual check-in. Nothing.Which meant that there was a big chance he already knew. “Just stop overthinking it,” I muttered to myself. I was at Sterling & Co., sitting in my office with a legal brief open on my desk, staring at the same paragraph for the fourth time without absorbing a single word. My pen hovered uselessly above the page.Focus, Natalie. Just focus.A knock sounded on my door before it opened.Dylan leaned in, c

Natalie’s POVI was still trying to make sense of all this when the first piano note drifted through the air.It was soft. Barely there at first. The kind of sound you didn’t notice until it slipped under your skin and made you still without knowing why.I froze.The panic in my head—half-formed apologies, explanations I wasn’t ready to give, the dread I’d been carrying all evening—cut off mid-thought as the melody unfolded. Slow. Controlled. Achingly deliberate.I turned toward the sound.The piano sat near the edge of the intimate room, framed by towering glass walls that rose from floor to ceiling, opening the space to the night beyond. The city stretched endlessly behind it, lights shimmering and pulsing in layered golds and silvers—windows, streetlamps, distant traffic—like a living constellation suspended just beyond the glass. It felt as though the skyline itself had leaned closer, quietly witnessing whatever this moment was becoming.And there he was. Brandon sat at the baby g

Natalie’s POV“I want you to be honest with me,” he repeated gently, squeezing my hand and wrapping it in his. My stomach dropped instantly, fear rushing in so fast it made me dizzy. My mind spiraled—name, history, papers buried so deep I’d convinced myself they might never surface. This is it. This was the moment I’d been bracing myself for all evening.I nodded because I couldn’t speak.I waited for him to say my name the wrong way. To ask questions that would unravel everything. To suddenly look at me like a stranger.Instead, he exhaled and said, “Being with you feels… easy. And just so right.”“What?” I didn’t understand what he was saying. His thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles. “Effortless. Grounding. Like I don’t have to perform or explain myself all the time.”My eyes widened. I was speechless. “You’re the one person I actually look forward to seeing after a brutal day,” he continued quietly. “I’ll be exhausted, irritated, buried in work—and so I always try to pass by

Brandon’s POV“This is amazing,” Natalie whispered, her voice echoing just a little bit in the empty space. We wandered slowly between the aisles, our footsteps muted by the thick carpet as our fingers brushed along the spines of books. Natalie leaned in close to read titles, whispering observations as if the space itself demanded reverence.“Who names a book The Economic Implications of Seventeenth-Century Brickmaking?” she murmured.I snorted quietly. “Someone very committed to a niche audience.”She laughed, the sound soft and bright, then clapped a hand over her mouth instinctively, eyes sparkling. “Shh. Sorry.”“You’re terrible at being quiet,” I teased.“Excuse you,” she whispered back. “I am being extremely respectful of history.”She drifted ahead of me, running her fingers lightly along a shelf. “Do you know how rare it is to preserve bindings this old?” she said, awe creeping into her voice. “They don’t make paper like this anymore. Everything was meant to last.”I watched

Emma’s POVMaeve reappeared just as I opened my mouth to ask Lucas what he was doing here.“Mr. Ardent,” she said quickly, a little breathless, clearly aware she’d walked into something delicate. “I—I thought it best to loop you in directly once the issue came up.”I felt the irritation at once. You could’ve told me first.I swallowed it down, smoothing my expression before it had a chance to show.“I apologize for the inconvenience,” I said to Lucas, my tone professional, even. “This shouldn’t have happened.”He shook his head once, calm as ever. “Thank you for coming, Emma. I appreciate that.” His gaze held mine, steady. “I needed to see the alternatives for myself.”Maeve hovered for a moment, then said, “I’ll… give you both time to talk. I’ll be nearby if you need anything.” She retreated quickly, relief written all over her face.The silence she left behind felt heavier than it should have.I drew in a slow, steadying breath and shifted back into work mode. “The VIP hall is off