Todos os capítulos de Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Nathan’s POVI paced the hallway longer than necessary, my footsteps echoing off glass and polished concrete as my thoughts looped in on themselves.Natalie.The truth sat heavy in my chest—confirmed now, undeniable. I’d suspected it before, entertained the possibility in flashes I’d always dismissed as paranoia or coincidence. But this time, there was no room left to doubt.The urge to tell Brandon clawed at me. I would have loved to see the look on his face once he found out the truth. But then, it would also work against me. Now wasn’t the time. We still had a mission to accomplish. The fragile alliance we were barely holding together to take Vivian down.This wasn’t about protecting him, I told myself. This was strategy.If anything, telling him would be doing him a favor. Brandon had been obsessed with finally meeting his elusive ex-wife—fixated on ghosts and unfinished chapters. Knowing the truth would set him free.I exhaled hard and pushed away from the window. Stay out of it.

Emma’s POVI stood in the lodge lobby with Maeve, going over final confirmations for what felt like the tenth time.On paper, everything was under control. In reality, my nerves were frayed thin.From the corner of my eye, I noticed movement near the entrance.Lucas and Clara were approaching together, mid-conversation, close enough that my chest tightened immediately.I couldn’t wait to get out of here.“Maeve,” I said, cutting her off before she could continue. “Everything’s good. I really—absolutely—have to go now.”She paused, clearly surprised. “Are you sure? We can still—”“Yes,” I said firmly. “I trust that you’ll see things through. By tomorrow morning, my lead travel coordinator will be here. Joyce will coordinate directly with you and handle anything that comes up.”Maeve nodded at once. “Of course. And again, Emma, we apologize for the mix-up.”I returned the nod. “Let’s just make sure tomorrow goes smoothly.”I turned toward the exit, determined not to look back.And that

Emma’s POVClara’s hands flew to her mouth.The man with her—tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos crawling up his forearm—took one sharp look at me and muttered, “I’ll call you, Clara,” before disappearing down the corridor like he’d never been there at all.The silence he left behind felt heavier than the storm that had been raging hours earlier. For a split second, all I could think was: She’s got the nerve.Confusion and irritation twisted sharply in my chest as a hundred ugly thoughts collided—was she leading Lucas on while sneaking around with someone else? Were they even together or perhaps just flirting? I didn’t know, really. I didn’t know what they were.And the worst part was how much it hurt to even think about it.And I thought she was actually too young for him. Perhaps even too reckless. Clara turned to me, eyes glossy, breath uneven. “Emma… please,” she whispered. “Don’t tell Lucas. Please.”I folded my arms tightly, trying to keep my voice steady, to keep my heart from sh

Natalie’s POVI was still stretching the sleep from my limbs, padding barefoot across the living room, when something white near the door caught my eye.I froze.A folded piece of paper lay just inside my apartment, half resting against the welcome mat—as if it had been carefully slid through the small gap beneath the door.My heart skipped.I bent down and picked it up slowly. The handwriting was definitely Brandon’s.A smile spread across my lips as I read the note. Good morning, Counselor. If you want breakfast and you want me, you’ll have to work for it.I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.”Below the first line, a second message was written in smaller letters.Clue #1:Before you chase me through the day, make yourself ready.The first step waits where the morning air touches home.I blinked, then laughed again. “Ohh-kay… What are you up to now?”“Where the morning air touches home…” I murmured, glancing toward the small balcony and then the front door.“The hallway,”

Emma’s POVI woke up in full-blown panic. Not the slow, groggy kind of waking.The something is very wrong kind.There was weight beside me.Warm. Solid. Definitely male.My heart slammed into my ribs as I became painfully aware of one horrifying detail.I was not wearing anything.“Fuck,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. “Here I go again. Don’t I ever learn?”Slowly—very slowly—I turned my head.Lucas Ardent was sprawled on my bed like he owned it. One arm flung above his head, the sheet barely hanging on, his hair a mess, his face completely relaxed.Of course.Because why wouldn’t this be my life?I sucked in a sharp breath and shot upright, clutching the sheet to my chest. “What the hell did you do?” I demanded.He groaned softly and shifted, blinking awake like a man rising from the dead.Then he smiled.That lazy, devastating smile.“Good morning,” he said, like we’d just shared coffee instead of… whatever catastrophe this was.I stared at him. “Do not ‘good morning’ me.”He