All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Regina’s POVThe sun streamed through my bedroom windows at the Veyron estate, but I couldn’t enjoy its warmth. My laptop screen showed the business news reports that had been running all week.“VEYRON HEIRESS REVEALED AS MYSTERIOUS PHOENIX ARCHITECT.”“REGINA VEYRON’S SECRET BUSINESS EMPIRE EXPOSED.”“THE WOMAN BEHIND PHOENIX DESIGN STUDIO’S SUCCESS.”My face appeared on every major business channel. Professional headshots alternated with conference photographs, then images of my architectural projects. The career I’d built in anonymity was now front-page news.Mia sat beside me on the bed, coloring in one of the books Ivan had brought her. She seemed oblivious to the crisis unfolding around us. Her recovery was progressing beautifully—the new kidney was functioning perfectly, her energy levels were improving daily.“Mommy, can we go to the garden today? I want to show Sir Firebreath the roses.”“Maybe later, sunshine. We need to stay inside for a while.”“Why?”I closed the laptop b

Morgana’s POVMy apartment felt smaller than usual. The granite countertops I’d installed two years ago, the hardwood floors I’d upgraded, the modern furniture I’d carefully selected—everything reminded me of how far I’d fallen in twenty-four hours.Twelve hours ago, I’d been living in Maxwell’s mansion, managing his household, planning our future together.Now I sat in my own space, surrounded by the comfortable life I’d built over years of success. It was a beautiful apartment, one most people would envy, but after spending so much time in Maxwell’s sprawling estate, it felt confining.The humiliation burned through my chest every time I thought about it. Maxwell throwing me out like some common criminal. Choosing to defend Regina over everything we’d built together.My laptop sat open on the coffee table, displaying the business news that had been running since yesterday. Regina’s face smiled from every screen. The perfect image of a woman who’d overcome tragedy to achieve greatnes

Regina’s POVMother had insisted on using the good china tonight—the cream-colored set with tiny blue flowers that only came out for special occasions.“More wine, darling?” Father asked, reaching for the bottle.I nodded, letting him refill my glass. The burgundy was smooth and rich, exactly what I needed after the chaos of the past few days. Mia sat beside me, carefully cutting her roast beef into perfect squares. She’d been doing that since the surgery—organizing everything into neat patterns.“Uncle Alexander, does your tummy still hurt?” Mia asked, pointing her fork at my brother.“Just a little, princess. The doctors say I’m healing perfectly.” Alexander’s voice was gentle when he spoke to her. Different from the sharp businessman tone he used with everyone else.Mother bustled around the table, adjusting napkins and refilling water glasses. She was in full hostess mode, the kind that meant she had something on her mind.“Regina, you look better tonight,” she said, smoothing my

Maxwell’s POVThe restaurant was neutral territory. Busy enough that our conversation wouldn’t be overheard, public enough that neither of us could make a scene. I sat at a corner table, checking my watch every thirty seconds.Morgana was ten minutes late.Part of me hoped she wouldn’t show up. The woman who’d stolen my memories, manipulated my decisions, and apparently launched a media campaign to destroy Regina didn’t deserve another chance to lie to me.But Ivan was falling apart.This morning he’d refused breakfast completely. Just sat at the table, moving his cereal around with his spoon while tears dripped into the bowl. When I asked what was wrong, he whispered, “Is Mia okay? What if she’s sick again?”“Maxwell?”I looked up to see Morgana approaching the table. She looked different than I remembered. Smaller somehow. Her usually perfect hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. Her makeup was minimal. She wore a plain gray sweater and jeans instead of her usual outfits.“Than

Regina’s POVI carried Mia to her bedroom while Lindsay paced the living room below. My daughter was already asleep in my arms, exhausted from the day’s excitement and drama. Sir Firebreath was tucked under her other arm, her constant companion through everything.“Sweet dreams, sunshine,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.Her room felt safe in the soft glow of her nightlight. Dragons and princesses decorated the walls, fairy tale books lined the shelves, and her dollhouse sat in the corner where she’d left it perfectly arranged.But someone was watching her. Someone was asking questions about her. Someone wanted to know about her medications, her school, her family.The knowledge made my skin crawl.I pulled her blankets up to her chin and checked the window locks twice before heading back downstairs. My family was still gathered around the phone, their faces grim.“Tell me everything Frederick told you,” I said to Lindsay.“Someone came to the hospital claiming to be from a medical