All Chapters of He Regrets After The Countdown to Our Divorce: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia's POVOn my way, as the driver drove us down to the airport, Tony, his mum and I were right in the car with a few of our belongings that we had quickly packed to leave the country till all these calmed down.The car smelled like leather and air freshener. The driver hadn't said a word since we got in. Tony had paid him extra for that and the instructions were simple; no questions, no small talk. Just drive.I stared out the window, watching the city blur past including the buildings, traffic lights and people going about their normal lives. They had no idea what we'd done or what we were running from either.My stomach was in knots and every time I saw a police car, my whole body tensed. But they kept driving past and nobody stopped us or even looked our way.Mrs. Morgan sat in the front passenger seat, all silent. She hadn't said much since we left the hotel. Just sat there with her hands folded in her lap, staring straight ahead like she was already somewhere else.Tony was be

Officer Adebayo's POVOn my way to Mr Tony's house, as we had agreed that I would go there to see if I could get Sophia over to the police station for questioning.The drive was quiet. Just me and my thoughts. The streets were busy with evening traffic, cars honking, people rushing home from work. But my mind was somewhere else entirely.My guts or let's say, my instinct keep pointing that Sophia must have an answer to what we need to know about the kidnappers if she is handled properly with the questions. Because I have tried that very line many times and it kept saying that it was switched off. I had told one of the technician guys that works with the police force in our unit to track the line and he must be on it already as I let him know how urgent the work is and must be attended to right away.‘Switched off.’ That wasn't an accident as I know people don't just turn off their phones for no reason. They turn them off when they don't want to be found.My fingers drummed against the

Officer Dan's POVOn my drive out, I had a quick thought and with the help of my experience in security service, knowing fully well that in cases where one tries to escape a crime, that the fastest means they do that is through airlines. As in most cases, they tend to leave the country till everything calms down. And so, when officer Adebayo had assigned me to take the international airlines in track of the culprit who had jumped bail, somehow I felt that I was the one that would get a hold of them.My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. I've worked on cases like this before and I know that people with money always thought they could buy their way out. Maybe charter a plane, cross a border and disappear into another country where the law couldn't touch them.But they always made mistakes because somehow they always left traces and then, that's where people like me came in.Having known that an immediate alert had been sent to all airports agencies and they have been notified in

Officer Dan's POVWhile still keeping tabs, trying to get to the root of all of this, the fact that we were running out of time by each passing second, kept reoccurring in my mind. And I needed to fasten this if we actually needed to get this right.My eyes were glued to the monitors. Screen after screen showing different angles of the airport. People were walking, rolling their suitcases and checking phones. It was as if all of them looked the same or let's say, all of them looked innocent.But somewhere in this airport, three fugitives were hiding in plain sight.My phone buzzed and then I checked the caller, and it was officer Adebayo again this time. So, I picked it up right away."Dan," his voice came through. "Where are you?""Security office. Still going through camera feeds.""I'm heading there now. We need to coordinate. I'll be there in two minutes.""Copy that."The line went dead and I turned back to the monitors, scanning faces. Also, looking for anyone trying too hard to

Mellisa's POVThe Indian and German doctors walked in together, both of them carrying that quiet, professional energy that makes you sit up straight without being told. One had a clipboard tucked under his arm and the other had a small medical bag that he set on the side table without making a sound. Hearty was propped up slightly on the bed, watching them with that look she had been wearing lately, part curiosity and then part exhaustion, like her body was tired but her mind refused to rest."Good evening," the one with the clipboard said, adjusting his glasses as he approached the bed. "I am Dr. Rajan and this is Dr. Hoffmann. We were briefed on your condition before coming back so we already have a good picture of what we are working with. But we still need to do a proper examination ourselves. I hope that is fine with you."Hearty nodded. "Of course."Dr. Hoffmann moved to her side, his movements calm and measured. He checked her reflexes first, tapping just below her knee with a