All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

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CHAPTER 141

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONESarah Winchester had never believed in leaving important matters to chance. Chance was for ordinary people. People without influence. Without foresight. Without the responsibility of protecting everything generations before them had built.She, however, had spent decades ensuring that the Winchester name remained exactly what it had always been—untouchable. Respected. Feared. She intended to keep it that way.Which was why, for the first time in eight years, Katelyn Hart occupied far too much space in her thoughts. Sarah stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her study, one hand resting lightly against the polished cane she rarely needed but often carried. Beyond the glass, the manicured gardens stretched peacefully beneath the afternoon sun.Everything looked orderly. Controlled. Exactly as she liked it. If only life outside her estate remained just as obedient. She closed her eyes for a brief moment. Eight years. Eight long years during which

CHAPTER 142

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWOThe lower primary corridor buzzed with the gentle sounds of learning.Tiny voices recited multiplication tables from one classroom while another erupted into cheerful applause over a spelling exercise.Colourful artwork decorated the walls, and every few metres a bulletin board proudly displayed photographs from school events sponsored by Bright Horizons. Sarah Winchester walked beside the principal with measured elegance, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor."We're almost there," the principal said with barely concealed excitement.Sarah offered a polite smile. "I'm looking forward to meeting her."They stopped outside a classroom with large paper butterflies taped across the windows. The principal knocked lightly before pushing open the door. The teacher looked up immediately."Mrs Daniels.""Good afternoon, Principal.""I hope I'm not interrupting.""Not at all."The principal smiled warmly. "I just need to borrow Avery for a few m

CHAPTER 143

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREEThree days.Sarah Winchester had never known three days to pass so slowly. She had built an empire on patience. Years of navigating family expectations after her mother’s death and managing subsidiaries that even Damon didn’t know about had taught her that waiting was often the price of certainty.But this time. Patience felt like punishment.For three days, she found herself checking the clock more often than she cared to admit. She read reports without remembering a word of them. Even her morning tea had grown cold on more than one occasion because her thoughts drifted elsewhere.Always to the same place. Always to the same little girl. Those curious brown eyes. The shape of her smile. The unmistakable resemblance to Damon as a child. Sarah had told herself she was imagining it.She wanted to believe she had allowed Genevieve's fears to cloud her own judgement. Yet the memory refused to leave her. It lingered like an unwelcome certainty. On the t

CHAPTER 144

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOURThe outreach slowly became a memory. The muddy forest paths. The frantic search. The rain. The injuries. The difficult conversations. With every passing day, they seemed to drift further into the background, replaced by the familiar rhythm Katelyn had spent eight years building for herself.And she preferred it that way. Normal. She had spent too long fighting for normal to take it for granted. Every weekday began before sunrise. She would wake to the soft weight of Avery climbing into her bed, insisting she was "only saying good morning," even though it almost always ended with the little girl stealing half the blankets.Breakfast remained their favourite part of the morning. One day Avery wanted chocolate pancakes. The next day it was scrambled eggs shaped like flowers. And on one memorable Tuesday, she'd announced she wanted cereal because "even superheroes eat cereal sometimes."Katelyn never asked where she'd gotten that particular piece of wisd

CHAPTER 145

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVEReturning from the outreach should have made things simpler. Instead, Damon found himself carrying the countryside back with him. The long drives through dusty roads. The endless stream of patients waiting for treatment. Daniel's timid smile as he presented the paper bird.And, Katelyn. No matter how deeply he buried himself in work, she found her way into his thoughts. It was irritating Infuriating, even. Because nothing had happened. Nothing that should have lingered.They had searched for a missing child. They had gotten lost. He had been injured. She had treated him like she would any other patient. Then they had returned to their separate lives. That should have been the end of it.Yet every now and then, without warning, his mind wandered. He wondered whether she'd settled back into work. Whether Avery had been happy to see her mother after the outreach. Whether she had gone back to smiling the way she sometimes did when she spoke to children.

CHAPTER 146

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIXThe afternoon sun hung high over the city as Damon eased his car into one of the airport's designated pickup bays. He glanced at the arrival board through the glass façade.Right on time. Leaning back against the driver's seat, he drummed his fingers lightly against the steering wheel. He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd agreed to come himself.Oliver could have handled it. His assistant could have handled it. Anyone could have handled it. Instead, here he was, waiting outside the arrivals terminal like an ordinary chauffeur because one particularly persistent man had decided emotional blackmail was an acceptable form of persuasion.He should have known better. The automatic doors slid open. Passengers spilled out one after another, wheeling luggage behind them. Businessmen. Families. Tourists.Students.A familiar voice boomed across the pickup lane."Damon!"Heads turned instantly. Damon closed his eyes for half a second. Here we go.Aiden strode

CHAPTER 147

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVENAiden's arrival had changed the atmosphere inside the Winchester mansion. Not dramatically or permanently. But just enough to make the place feel... lived in. The silence that had settled over the house for years no longer lingered quite as heavily.Some mornings Damon would walk downstairs to find Aiden already in the kitchen, arguing cheerfully with one of the housekeepers over the proper way to make coffee.Other times he'd return from work to discover music echoing faintly through the halls while Aiden wandered the mansion barefoot, somehow making himself completely at home despite having been there only a few days.It should have irritated Damon. But it reminded him what having a friend felt like. More importantly, It had accomplished exactly what Damon had secretly hoped. Genevieve stopped appearing unannounced.She had visited only once after learning Aiden was staying at the mansion. The meeting had been awkward. Aiden had greeted her poli

CHAPTER 148

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHTBy the time Damon arrived at the address Aiden had sent him, he was already questioning every decision that had led him there. His eyes settled on the glowing neon sign towering above the entrance.A nightclub. Of course it was. He should have known. He looked down at himself. Dark jeans. A fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. A casual charcoal jacket. No tie. No polished dress shoes.Aiden had somehow succeeded in getting him out of his usual uniform. The only thing left was the venue itself. Damon hadn't stepped into a nightclub in over a decade. The music pulsed through the pavement beneath his feet, the heavy bass audible even from outside.Luxury cars lined the entrance while elegantly dressed patrons disappeared through the velvet ropes, laughter spilling into the warm night air. Two imposing bouncers stood guard at the entrance.The moment Damon approached, one of them recognised him. "Good evening, Mr. Wincheste

CHAPTER 149

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINEFor a long moment after Aiden asked the question, Damon didn't answer.The vodka sat untouched in his hand as he stared through the soundproof glass overlooking the dance floor below. Hundreds of strangers moved beneath the flashing lights, completely oblivious to the silence hanging inside the VIP lounge.Aiden didn't rush him. He took a slow sip from his own glass before speaking again, his voice calmer now, stripped of the playful teasing that had filled the evening."I heard about the wedding when it happened," he said. "I just couldn't make it back then."Damon remained quiet."It was a difficult period for us. My father had just handed me a much bigger role in the company, and I was barely sleeping. By the time I realized how much time had passed, the wedding had already come and gone."He smiled faintly, as though recalling something. "I still remember calling you afterwards."That finally drew Damon's attention away from the window. "You ask

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