บททั้งหมดของ After I Died, He Truly Panicked: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Regina’s POVMy heart was in my throat the entire way to the office.My body still burned in places where Maxwell had touched me.I shivered involuntarily, knowing the kiss had been something I wouldn’t forget for a long, long time.The pleasure that coursed through me, I hadn’t felt that kind of pleasure in years.The two times Frederick had kissed me, it had felt like nothing much, just the touching of two lips.But when it’s Maxwell’s lips that touched mine, it's like something uncoils inside of me. Something that rages, burns and yearns.Years for his touch.Before I knew it, the cab was at the front of my office. I cursed under my breath as I tasked one of the guards to bring my car from the restaurant.The way I just let Maxwell manhandle me into his car, a thrill running up my spine as he did so… it made me feel disgusted with myself.Why did I do this? Why did I give in every time? Didn’t I have some sort of self-respect?My thoughts were all over the place when I walked into

Lindsay’s POVThe office was still buzzing, even though the clock had crept past nine.Phoenix Studio Design used to be my sanctuary, a place where the hum of creativity softened the stress of deadlines.But ever since the hack, it had become a battlefield. Papers shuffled, keyboards clattered, and the faint hum of frustrated sighs filled the air. No matter how hard we pushed, we still didn’t know who was behind it.I rubbed at my temples, staring at the glow of my computer screen until the lines blurred. My head felt heavy, my eyes gritty from hours of chasing threads that led nowhere.God, I was tired. The kind of tired that seeped into your bones, that made even the idea of getting up feel like work.Regina’s light was still on. I could see the glow through the frosted glass of her office door. I rose, slung my bag over my shoulder, and tapped gently on the frame.She glanced up, her face lit by the screen, exhaustion written in the set of her shoulders. I gave her a small smile. “

Maxwell’s POVI don’t know if I should tell Regina what I saw.Her boyfriend, Frederick, sitting across from Morgana like they weren’t mortal enemies but co-conspirators, like they had never been on opposite sides of the line she drew in blood.Every time I close my eyes, that CCTV still Charles sent me flashes across the back of my eyelids. Frederick, leaning forward, Morgana smiling that half-smile she always wore when she thought she had the upper hand. And God help me, she usually did.But what does it mean? What could it mean other than betrayal?The first thought that came to me was Regina. She had been furious when she found out I had gone to see Morgana. She had looked at me like I’d torn something sacred out of her chest.And yet here was Frederick, her Frederick, meeting with the same woman behind her back.The knowledge twisted something inside me.A part of me wanted to march straight to Regina and tell her, let her see who Frederick really was. But another part of me hesi

Regina’s POVI knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Every part of me screamed that it was a mistake, that I was crossing a line I couldn’t uncross. But I had no other choice.It wasn’t a decision I had come to lightly.I had thought about it a lot, throughout the night when I couldn’t sleep. My nails were bitten down to the maximum. I was worried sick, not knowing what to do.The internet only had so much information.Too many pieces of the puzzle pointed back to Frederick, to Saint Mary’s Private Hospital, to that cursed place I could never forget.Serenity Wellness Center.The connection was there, buried under layers of lies, and if I didn’t dig it up myself, no one would.That’s how I found myself standing in front of Frederick’s penthouse door on a Thursday evening, heart pounding like I was about to commit a crime.Which, in a way, I was.I knew the front desk worker downstairs, Emily.She knew me from the numerous times I had come to visit Frederick in the past five years.She had a

Regina’s POVI pressed my body tighter against the wooden wall of the alcove, my knees digging into my ribs, every muscle taut. I had been holding my breath for so long, I wasn’t sure my lungs would work when I needed them to.In the last couple of minutes, after Frederick had dismissed Lindsay, their conversation had seemed to burst into an argument.Their voices had risen until they carried easily even through the panel between us.“You don’t understand, Frederick,” Lindsay snapped, her voice cracking under strain. “She’s not stupid. If Regina finds out about us–about what we’ve been doing–”Frederick’s reply was low and impatient, like he was scolding a child. “She won’t. And even if she does, she doesn’t know the truth.”I clutched my knees tighter, mind racing.They were so worried about me finding out they had been dating behind my back, but I couldn’t really understand why.Did Regina actually think I had feelings for Frederick?Then a thought entered my head. If Frederick was