Semua Bab My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Randy's pov The invitation to represent the NRMC at such an important event felt simultaneously flattering and overwhelming, the kind of responsibility that came with expectations I wasn't entirely sure I was prepared to meet, and I found myself hesitating before responding to Angel's request."Oh, well, thank you," I said, the words coming out more uncertain than I'd intended as I tried to figure out how to politely decline without seeming ungrateful for the opportunity. "But I don't think I should be the one representing the NRMC. I think Daniel is in a better position to do it."The suggestion felt reasonable to me, Daniel having far more experience with these kinds of formal events and being better suited to navigate the social and professional dynamics that came with securing major investment contracts.I was a researcher, most comfortable in laboratories and research facilities where the rules were clear and the metrics for success were quantifiable, not someone who naturally g

Clara's pov One year had passed since the day I'd heard Randy's voice on that broadcast and begged him to come home, and there was nothing I hadn't done in my attempts to find him during the three hundred and sixty-five days that had crawled by with agonizing slowness.The private investigators I'd hired had searched every database they could access, following leads that ultimately went nowhere and charging me enormous fees for producing nothing but disappointment and dead ends.The reward money I'd offered had generated thousands of false leads from people who thought they'd seen someone matching Randy's description or who were just trying to claim the prize by inventing sightings, each one requiring investigation and each one ultimately proving to be mistaken or deliberately fraudulent.I'd traveled to different countries following tips that seemed promising, had stood in airports and train stations and random city streets hoping to catch a glimpse of a face I'd taken for granted f

Kyle's povI talk too much. That was the first thought that settled in my head after the silence stretched out in the car following Clara's response, and I turned it over a few times, examining it the way you examine something embarrassing after the fact, when there's nothing left to do but sit with it.I had actually said that I'd be rubbing shoulders with the Swan heiress out loud, in a real conversation, like it was a fact and not something I'd half invented on the spot to sound impressive. Like I was someone who routinely moved in those kinds of circles. Like I hadn't googled Swan Enterprises three times in the past week just to make sure I could speak about it with enough confidence to not embarrass myself at the banquet.The truth was I wouldn't even recognize the heiress if she walked past me on the street. I had seen one photograph, a professional headshot on the company's website that told me almost nothing about what she actually looked like in person. For all I knew, she co

Randy's povSelene recovered first. That was always the way with her, the initial shock burning off quickly and the familiar sharpness returning to replace it, like a reflex she had spent years perfecting."Randy." She said my name the way she always had, like it was something she was removing from her shoe. "What are you doing here?"I didn't answer immediately. I was still looking at them both, taking in the particular quality of their surprise, the way it was already reshaping itself into something more manageable on both their faces."Oh, I see. I said it, you can't live without my sister, you'll always come running back." Selene's chin came up slightly. "You followed us here so you can beg Clara to take you back." She crossed her arms and the shopping bag on her wrist swung with the movement. "News flash, Randy. You weren't invited."The assumption was so complete, so utterly sure of itself, that for a moment, I just let it sit in the air between us. Five years of marriage, and t

Randy's pov"Who the heck are these people," she said, looking at Steve, "and why are they in here?"The question came out of Angel with the same tone she might have used to ask about the weather. Plain and unhurried, like the answer was merely a piece of information she was collecting rather than the result of walking into my house and finding strange people standing in the middle of it.Steve's entire body responded to the question before his mouth did, his shoulders pulling back and his chin dropping slightly in the way of someone absorbing a consequence they know they deserve. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am," he said, and the apology came out fast and genuine, the kind that doesn't waste time on explanation before accountability. "There's been some kind of misunderstanding. I'll get these intruders out of here this minute."He moved toward Kyle and Selene with a directness that left no room for interpretation, his hand coming up and gesturing toward the door with the firm politeness of some