All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: I'm sorry I loved You too late: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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 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 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 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 ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTYThe truth hit different when it came from someone else and not just his own inner thoughts. He had fallen in love with Katelyn, fast and irrevocably hard that it was almost embarrassing. “Yes, I did.” Admitting was also a breath of fresh air. He sipped his drink once again, to swallow down the acceptance of what his feelings for Katelyn once were. From the corner of his eyes, Damon could see how Aiden continued to study him with a curious expression on his face. Aiden clearly had more questions and he waited exactly two minutes before he asked the one that made Damon’s heart skip a beat. “Do you…still love her?” Aiden’s voice was soft, careful, as though he was walking around glass. The question settled heavily in Damon’s mind. The rest of his drink burned his throat as he too downed it in one swift motion and then poured another. And another. Aiden sat up, worry etched in his features. “Damon, slow down.” Damon snickered, “Why did you suddenly bec