All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWOKevin had performed surgeries with trembling medical students watching. He had delivered difficult diagnoses to anxious families. He had stood before senior consultants and defended treatment plans without missing a beat.Yet somehow...Walking out of his house to pick up Katelyn Hart made him nervous. He checked the mirror for what had to be the fifth time. His navy blazer sat perfectly over a crisp white shirt. His watch was polished. His shoes shone under the porch light. He looked presentable. At least, he hoped he did.His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he started the engine. He laughed quietly to himself. "I've got this."His own reflection in the rearview mirror seemed unconvinced. The drive to Katelyn's house felt longer than usual. Every traffic light seemed determined to test his patience. Every passing minute made the anticipation grow stronger. It wasn't because tonight was simply a date.It was because it was their first

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURThe private investigator arrived precisely at ten o'clock. Damon appreciated punctuality. He appreciated competence even more."Mr. Winchester." The man stepped into the office carrying a thick brown envelope. "I believe this concludes everything you requested."Damon gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. "Sit."The investigator did as instructed before sliding the envelope across the polished mahogany surface. Yes, Damon has stooped this low: using a private investigator for personal reasons. He’d never used one before except to gain an upper hand in business. But now, he has hired one to find out the parts of Katelyn’s new life that he couldn’t find by himself. "I've spent the last two weeks verifying every available record. Medical licensing boards, university records, property ownership, employment history, financial statements, public documents and personal interviews."Damon rested one hand on the envelope but didn't open it immediate

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXThe week refused to move fast enough. For Damon, every morning began the same way. Coffee. Meetings. Contracts. Board approvals. Conference calls. None of it held his attention for very long.More than once, he found himself staring absentmindedly at the brown file resting on the corner of his desk. The investigator's report. He had finished reading it three times already. Yet every so often, he would open it again.Not because he expected to discover something new. Because he was searching for something that wasn't there. He flipped through another page.Academic Excellence Award. Another.Published Pediatric Research.Another.Second-Year Resident, St. Catherine's Hospital.Another.Volunteer Physician — Hope Haven Children's Outreach Initiative.His fingers stopped there every single time. He still couldn't understand it. After working brutal hospital shifts all week…Why would she spend her weekends driving for hours to remote communities? He lea

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHTThe morning had settled into its usual rhythm. Children laughed beneath the white tents. Parents waited patiently on rows of folding chairs.Volunteers hurried between registration tables carrying clipboards, medicine, bottled water and boxes of supplies.Katelyn barely noticed the passing hours. She had already examined nearly thirty children before lunchtime."you've been so brave." She smiled as she pressed a colorful dinosaur bandage over a little boy's scraped elbow."There. All done."The little boy grinned proudly before hopping off the examination chair. His mother thanked Katelyn repeatedly."It was nothing," Katelyn replied warmly. "Just make sure he doesn't climb any more trees today.""I can't promise that," the boy declared.The volunteers around them laughed. Katelyn watched them leave, already reaching for the next patient's file."Dr. Hart?"One of the nurses handed over another chart. "Five-year-old with a persistent cough.""Than

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTYThe woodland swallowed sound.Within minutes of leaving the outreach station behind, the laughter of children and bustle of the outreach faded into little more than a distant memory. Towering trees stretched high above them, their thick canopies filtering the afternoon sun into scattered beams that danced across the forest floor.The trail beneath their feet was narrow and uneven. Roots curled across the ground like hidden traps while damp leaves concealed loose stones beneath them. Katelyn walked in front. Samuel followed several paces behind her.Grace stayed slightly to the left, scanning every cluster of bushes with the beam of her flashlight even though daylight had not completely disappeared. Damon brought up the rear."Daniel!" Samuel called loudly."Daniel!" His voice echoed between the trees before dissolving into silence.Nothing answered. Grace crouched beside a patch of disturbed grass. "Fresh footprints."The others gathered around. "They'r