All Chapters of Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Brandon’s POVJealousy is a useless feeling.It’s messy. Irrational.And right now it’s crawling under my skin like a splinter I can’t dig out.I sat in the driver’s seat, engine idling, eyes locked on the café. Through the glass, Natalie was laughing.Not just smiling—laughing.Her shoulders tilted slightly forward, her eyes bright in a way I hadn’t seen before.And sitting across from her, leaning in like he’d earned the right to be that close, was Matthew.I mean, how long have they known each other now?Of all the places in the city, they picked this café. Right across from York International.Was it intentional?Probably not.Neither of them would think I’d care.My hands tightened on the wheel until the leather creaked. I hated it. Hated the way she tipped her head when he spoke. Hated the way he looked at her like she was the most interesting thing in the room.And worst of all, I hated the fact that I hadn’t told Matthew to back off the night we talked at the bar.I’d had the

Brandon’s POVI walked into York International early, the echo of Natalie’s late-night voice still sitting at the back of my skull.Signing to cut ties—that’s what she’d called it. A client file Dylan needed closed.It should have satisfied me. Clean. Professional. Done.But it didn’t.Her tone had been too sharp, her pause too long. And the timing—hours after my ex-wife’s sudden surrender of the property—scratched at me like an unanswered riddle.I spent the elevator ride replaying every syllable until the doors slid open on the executive floor. Sunlight cut across the glass walls, and for a second I caught her silhouette through the frosted pane of her office—head bent, posture steady.Serious. Untouchable. Exactly as a lawyer should be.Exactly how I couldn’t stop noticing.Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already crossing the hall.She looked up when I knocked, expression perfectly neutral. “Good morning, Mr. York.”“Morning.” My voice came out rougher than I intended.

Natalie’s POVThe elevator ride down had been short, but my pulse was still beating like I’d run a marathon by the time we stepped into the parking deck.Brandon walked a half-step ahead of me, silent, keys spinning once between his fingers before he unlocked the sleek black sedan with a soft chirp.No small talk. No “ready?” Just the low, solid click of the passenger door as he opened it for me.I slid inside, the faint scent of leather and cedar wrapping around me before the door shut with a muffled thud.The world outside dimmed, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine and the crisp rhythm of my own heartbeat.He adjusted the mirrors, checked the dashboard, all businesslike efficiency—until he reached for the seatbelt on my side.“I’ve got it,” I started, but the belt snagged on the track.Without a word he leaned closer, fingers brushing the edge of my coat as he freed the strap and clicked it into place.“Safety first,” he said, his voice calm but lower than usual.Heat crawled

Natalie’s POVThe gravel road unspooled behind us, each crunch of the tires a slow release of the tension I’d been holding since we stepped into that house.I leaned against the passenger door and exhaled, but the images refused to leave.Carmilla—perfect hair, perfect posture—sitting like a queen who’d just lost her crown. Her eyes had burned with a fury she couldn’t afford to unleash. I’d half-expected her to lunge across the coffee table. Instead she smiled that brittle smile and stayed silent while Brandon and I laid down the terms.And Nathan. Oh, God. I don’t know what to make of him. The way he watched me—half amusement, half malice—like he knew every card in my hand and was just waiting for me to misplay one.When Brandon moved between us, blocking Nathan’s view as if it were the most natural thing in the world, something in my chest tightened.He hadn’t said a word, but his stance had been unmistakable: Stay away from her.Even now, as the car hummed along the narrow road, I

Carmilla’s POV“Now what?” I snapped, turning on Nathan.He was leaning against the porch railing like this was all a pleasant diversion, arms crossed and that infuriating half-smile curving his mouth.“Now,” he drawled, “you owe me.”My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” He pushed off the railing and sauntered closer, every step unhurried, deliberate. “I just kept you from being shipped off to Europe and from the possibility of going to jail. That wasn’t free.”“You’re crazy,” I shot back, heat rising to my cheeks. “I don’t even know why I listened to you in the first place. I should have just taken the flight and been done with this mess.”Nathan tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Is that really what you want?”The question slid under my skin before I could block it. I opened my mouth, ready to fire something back—but nothing came. Because the truth was, he wasn’t wrong.Did I actually want to disappear into some foreign country to start over not knowing anyone, while everyon