All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONEPain arrived before awareness. A dull, throbbing ache spread through Katelyn's head, followed by the cold sting of rain against her face. She frowned. Something heavy pressed against her shoulder. For a few seconds, she couldn't remember where she was.Then it all came rushing back. The woods. Daniel. The slope. Her eyes flew open. Above her, the tops of towering trees swayed violently in the wind while rain filtered through the branches, soaking everything below. Mud clung to her clothes. Wet leaves covered one arm.She pushed herself upright. A sharp pain shot through her left hip. She hissed."Ah..." Her breathing steadied as instinct took over.Move your fingers. She did. Move your toes. She did. No obvious fractures. Probably bruising. She slowly rotated her shoulders. Tender. Nothing dislocated. She reached up to the back of her head. A small swelling. No blood.She let out a slow breath."I'm okay..."The words had barely left her mouth when s

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE“Damon."There was no response. Katelyn's pulse spiked. She immediately reached over and pressed two fingers against the side of his neck. The pulse was still there. Weak. Slower than before, but there.She exhaled shakily."Don't you dare," she muttered. "Don't you dare pass out on me."His eyelids fluttered open after a few seconds. "Bossy," he mumbled.She almost laughed.Almost. Instead, she shifted closer, adjusting the pressure she had been maintaining over the makeshift bandage wrapped around his shoulder. The bleeding had slowed, but she knew better than to believe they were out of danger.The cold had settled into the forest, the rain leaving behind damp earth and a bitter chill that seeped through their clothes.She needed to keep him awake. "Damon.""Hm?""I'm going to ask you questions."He looked at her through half-lidded eyes. "An interview?""A concussion assessment.""That doesn’t sound fun.""If you stop answering, I'll assume yo

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVEGenevieve had never been careless on set.It was one of the many reasons directors loved working with her. She arrived prepared, remembered every line, and rarely needed more than two takes to capture exactly what the script demanded. Whether she was portraying a grieving widow or a ruthless queen, she had built a career on disappearing into her characters so completely that audiences forgot they were watching Genevieve Sterling at all.Today, however, the illusion refused to hold."And cut." The director lowered his headset with a weary sigh."The emotion is there, Genevieve," he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "but you're looking through your co-star instead of at him."A few members of the crew exchanged uncertain glances. Genevieve offered an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry.""No, you're distracted." He wasn't accusing her. Merely stating the obvious. "We'll wrap early. Everyone's exhausted anyway."There was a murmur of relief as cameras we

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVENThe second morning of the outreach settled over the camp with a calm that felt almost unfamiliar after the previous night's chaos.Where frightened voices and frantic footsteps had filled the clearing only hours before, there was now the comforting rhythm of organised work. Volunteers carried cartons of medical supplies between tents, children laughed somewhere beyond the vaccination station, and the aroma of breakfast porridge drifted lazily through the cool morning air.For the first time since the search through the forest, everything felt... normal. Katelyn welcomed it. She adjusted the stethoscope around her neck as she finished examining an elderly patient's blood pressure before scribbling a few notes onto the medical chart."You're doing much better today," she said with an encouraging smile.The old man grinned. "I told my wife I'd live long enough to annoy her."The woman standing beside him rolled her eyes affectionately. "You've been d

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINEThe final morning of the outreach arrived far too quickly. Damon had expected relief. After two exhausting days of unpredictable events, sleepless nights, and more physical strain than he had anticipated, he thought he would be eager to leave.Instead, as he sat inside the small medical tent, surrounded by half-packed bags and the quiet sounds of volunteers preparing for departure, he found himself feeling something dangerously close to disappointment.He looked down at the supplies stacked neatly beside his feet. For most of the outreach, he had done what he hated most. Nothing. He had watched. Observed.Allowed other people to move around him while his injury healed. It had been frustrating.Damon Winchester was not a man who stood on the sidelines. His entire life had been built around solving problems, making decisions, and taking action. Sitting still while everyone else worked had felt unnatural.Almost useless. This was not why he had come. H