Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Nathan’s POVThe woman sitting at Carmilla’s old desk wasn’t doing anything wrong.That was the problem.She was middle-aged, efficient, and polite—my new executive assistant—typing with quiet focus as if she had always belonged there. But the sight of her in that chair unsettled me more than I cared to admit. The real absence pressed on me like a bruise I kept pretending not to feel.I slowed as I passed, my gaze drifting to the space where Carmilla used to sit, where she used to glance up at me like she could read my mind even when I didn’t say a word.She’s now officially the Sales and Marketing Head. I’d been the one to promote her. Her own office. Her own team. It was huge, indeed. But she had the experience and the skills. She deserved it. And I believed in her. But now it felt like I had pushed her out of my orbit.I found myself walking toward her door without meaning to. It was slightly ajar, and her voice drifted into the hallway.“I’m not saying no, Jason,” she said, con

Natalie’s POVI woke to the sound of waves.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was—only that my body felt heavy, wrapped in warmth, like I’d fallen into a deep, much-needed sleep. The room was dim, bathed in the faint glow of lamplight, and somewhere beyond the walls, the ocean whispered steadily.Then I remembered.The beach house. The drive. And then dinner.I must’ve dozed off on the couch, still wearing Brandon’s sweater, my shoes kicked off by the door. The smell of something smoky drifted through the open windows, tugging me fully awake.Curious, I slipped outside.That was when I saw it.A bonfire burned on the shore, its flames dancing against the dark like a secret meant only for us. Two chairs faced the sea, a blanket draped between them, and Brandon stood nearby with a skewer in his hand, the firelight flickering across his face.“You did all this?” I asked softly, stepping closer.He turned, smiling like he’d been waiting for me. “I thought you might like a midnight s

Natalie’s POVMy heart slammed so hard against my ribs I was sure they could hear it. This is it, I thought. This is where everything breaks.Just minutes earlier, Nathan had been standing in front of me, arms crossed, eyes sharp.“You can’t keep hiding,” he’d said quietly. “You’re only hurting yourself. Tell him the truth. Set yourself free.”“I can’t,” I whispered. “You don’t understand.”“Then you’re choosing the lie,” he replied. “And one day, it will choose you back.”Now Brandon stood in the doorway, smiling—completely unaware that my entire world was about to collapse. I didn’t know how to answer his question.“What’s going on?” he asked lightly.Before I could breathe, Nathan turned to him with the easiest smile in the world.“Nothing dramatic,” he said. “Just consulting Natalie about Grandpa York’s assets. Wills, estate structure—you know how complicated that was.”I stared at him.He was lying. For me. I couldn’t believe it. I’d always seen him as heartless. Brandon frowne

Brandon’s POVThe moment Natalie opened the door, I forgot about time.About the party. About my parents. About everything.She stood there in a simple dress, hair loose, eyes bright—and for a dangerous second, I almost pulled her back inside instead of letting her step out.“You look…” I shook my head, already smiling. “I’m going to be late for my own event if you keep doing this to me.”She laughed, cheeks warming. “You’re ridiculous.”I kissed her anyway—slow, unhurried, like I was memorizing her. For a heartbeat, I considered abandoning all plans.Then reality tugged me back.On the drive, she grew quiet. Her fingers curled in her lap.“You okay?” I asked.She hesitated. “You didn’t say we were going somewhere important.”I sighed. “It’s my dad’s birthday. I want to introduce you—as my girlfriend.”Her shoulders stiffened. “Tonight?”“I know,” I said quickly. “I should’ve told you sooner. I was afraid you’d say no.”She studied me. “You know they’ve never liked me. Finding out abo

Natalie’s POVSomeone slid a napkin across the table.I didn’t look up at first. I just clutched it like a lifeline, dabbing uselessly at my tears.Then a familiar voice said softly, “Hey.”I froze.When I lifted my head, Dylan was standing there, his eyes full of the same quiet warmth they always held—no judgment, no shock, just concern. He didn’t ask if he could sit. He simply slid into the booth beside me, close enough that his presence felt like shelter.He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.And I broke. Again. The remaining composure I’d been clinging to shattered at once. I buried my face against his chest, my sobs tearing through me as he held me without hesitation, without questions, without conditions. His hand moved gently over my hair, his thumb brushing slow, steady circles against my arm.“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. You’re not alone.”I cried harder at that.We stayed like that for a long time, the noise of the bar fading into the background, until my ches