After The Divorce: Ex-husband's Regret의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Matthew held Sophie’s gaze for a second longer, something unreadable tightening behind his eyes.“No,” he said. The answer came without hesitation.Sophie’s brows drew together slightly, her lips parting as though she might press further, but Matthew had already pushed himself up from the chair. The laptop remained open on the table, the screen casting a pale glow over the empty space he left behind.The doorbell rang again. More insistent this time.Matthew exhaled slowly, running a hand down the front of his shirt as he moved toward the door. His steps were steady, but there was something in the set of his shoulders that gave him away.Sophie stayed where she was, watching him, her arms loosely folded, her attention fixed.He reached the door, paused for the briefest moment, then, pulled it open.His mother stood there.Perfectly composed. Impeccably dressed. Her presence filled the doorway before she even stepped inside.She did not greet him.She looked at him, her eyes moving ove

Matthew’s voice had already broken through the silence once, sharp with disbelief, but it did not settle. It lingered in the air, echoing against everything that had just been said.He pushed himself up from the chair quickly, the legs scraping faintly against the floor as he stood. The movement seemed to come from somewhere deeper than thought, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.He began to pace the length of the living room and back again. Each step measured, but restless, as though the floor beneath him could not hold him still.“I have been trying to find her,” he said, more to the space than to his mother. “I have been tracking everything I can. Her accounts, old contacts, anything that might lead somewhere.”He ran a hand through his hair, fingers dragging back and then pausing there, pressing lightly against his scalp.“But I have not seen her,” he added, his voice tightening. “Not a trace.”Mrs. Taylor did not respond immediately.She remained seated, her postur

The catalog lay open across Ava’s lap, its glossy pages catching the afternoon light that slipped in through the tall windows. Soft colors. Tiny socks not bigger than her palm. Bottles lined in neat rows like something orderly could be built out of all this.Miss Grace leaned over the arm of the couch, adjusting her glasses as she scanned the page.“This one,” she said, tapping lightly. “It says it supports the baby’s neck better. You don’t want to compromise on that.”Ava nodded, though her eyes had been lingering on something else entirely—a pale yellow onesie with small stitched stars across the front. Her thumb brushed absentmindedly over the page, tracing one of the stars without really seeing it.“We’ll take both,” she said.“Both?” Miss Grace looked at her. “You don’t need duplicates of everything, Ava. Babies grow fast.”“I know.” Ava’s voice came out softer than she intended, her gaze still fixed on the page. “I just… don’t want to run out of anything.”Miss Grace studied her

The café door chimed behind him, a soft, polite sound that didn’t match the way Matthew stepped inside—like he had already been walking too long and hadn’t quite decided to stop.He paused just past the entrance, eyes scanning without really landing on anything. Conversations overlapped in low hums, cups clinked against saucers, a machine hissed somewhere behind the counter.He moved anyway, like momentum was doing most of the work now.A table near the window sat empty. He dropped into the chair, his body folding into it with a quiet heaviness, elbows resting on the table as his phone came out of his pocket almost automatically.The screen lit his face.Names, numbers and messages he hadn’t answered.He scrolled, stopped and scrolled again.His thumb hesitated over a contact, then moved past it.“I need to find her,” he murmured, the words barely audible even to himself.A chair scraped somewhere behind him.Matthew leaned forward slightly, his other hand coming up to press against h

The phone vibrated against the wooden surface, a quiet, persistent sound that threaded through the room without urgency, yet refused to be ignored. Ava glanced at it once. Grace, seated across from her, followed her gaze. “You do not have to pick it up,” she said gently. Ava did not respond immediately. The phone continued to ring. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the table, the faint scrape of her nails against the wood the only sign of movement. “He has been calling for days, hasn’t he?” Grace asked. Ava nodded once. “He has been calling longer than that,” she replied, her voice quiet. The phone stopped. Silence returned, settling into the spaces the sound had occupied. Ava exhaled slowly, her shoulders easing just a fraction. Then, the phone rang again. This time, her eyes closed briefly. Grace leaned forward slightly. “Ava…” Ava reached for the phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a second longer than necessary, as though she understood t