All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The days blurred together. Wake up. Eat breakfast Margaret brought on a tray. Stare at the ceiling. Eat lunch. Stare out the window. Eat dinner. Sleep. Repeat. Bed rest was slowly driving me insane. Calloway left early each morning—5 AM, sometimes earlier—to commute into the city for work. He'd promised to work remotely as much as possible, but Sterling Industries was in crisis mode. Stock prices falling. Investors demanding answers. The board breathing down his neck about Natasha's allegations. So he drove three hours round trip. Every day. Coming home exhausted, kissing my forehead, collapsing into bed beside me. And I was alone. The estate had a staff of twelve. Margaret, who managed the household. Two cooks. Four housekeepers. Three groundskeepers. Two security guards who rotated shifts with the larger team patrolling the perimeter. They were all efficient. Pr

"We need to go. Now." Calloway was already grabbing his jacket, keys in hand. "I'm coming with you." He stopped. Turned to face me. "Absolutely not. You're on bed rest. You're staying here where it's safe." "Safe?" I struggled to my feet, ignoring the protest in my back. "Sienna is at our home with a gun. Marcus is there alone trying to talk her down. I'm not staying here while—" "Elena, this is exactly the kind of stress Dr. Morrison warned you about. Your blood pressure—" "Will be fine. I'll be fine." I grabbed my own jacket from the chair. "But I won't sit here doing nothing while people I care about are in danger. So either I come with you, or I find my own way there." His jaw clenched. We stared at each other for a long moment. "Fine," he said finally. "But you stay in the car. No arguments. You don't get out, y

The Sterling Industries Annual Charity Gala was non-negotiable. "It's been on the calendar for eighteen months," Calloway's assistant explained, her tablet glowing in the dim light of his office. "Five hundred guests confirmed. Twenty million in pledged donations. The Governor. Three senators. Every major media outlet in New York." "Cancel it." Calloway didn't look up from the security reports spread across his desk. "Calloway—" "I said cancel it." "No." Everyone turned to look at me. I stood in the doorway of his office, one hand resting on my very pregnant belly. Eight months. I looked like I'd swallowed a basketball. My ankles were swollen, my back ached constantly, and I had to pee approximately every twelve minutes. But I wasn't hiding. "Elena—" Calloway started.

The silence in the ballroom was suffocating. Every eye locked on me. On the screen. On the damning footage that I couldn't explain. My hands trembled against my belly. The baby kicked hard, like she could sense my panic. "Elena." Calloway's voice was controlled. Too controlled. "Look at me." I couldn't. If I looked at him and saw doubt in those gray eyes— "Sterling!" Damien's voice rang out triumphantly. "Face it. Your wife is a—" "Liar." Marcus's voice cut through the chaos like a knife. He stepped forward from the crowd, his phone held high. Every head turned toward him. "Damien Anderson is a liar," Marcus continued, his voice carrying easily through the silent room. "That footage? It's edited. Heavily. And I can prove it." "What?" Damien's confidence faltered. "That's security footage. You can't fake—" "You didn't fak

The hospital room felt too small. Detective Sarah Chen sat across from me, her notepad open, pen poised. Mid-forties, sharp eyes, no-nonsense expression. She'd introduced herself an hour ago, but my mind was still foggy from pain medication and shock. "Mrs. Sterling, I need you to walk me through the evening one more time," she said. Her voice was gentle but firm. "Start from when you left the gala." I swallowed hard. Calloway's hand found mine, squeezed. "We left around eleven," I said. "Calloway wanted to drive. We took his Mercedes. The highway was mostly empty." "And when did you first notice the brake failure?" "Maybe ten minutes into the drive? We were approaching the bridge." My voice shook. "Calloway pressed the brake and nothing happened. Then the emergency brake failed too. The engine wouldn't shut off." Detective Chen wrote quickly. "Did you notice anyt