Semua Bab Too Late to Win Back The Ex-Wife: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Claire’s POV: Inside the infirmary, the young nurse was overwhelmed, darting between several other patients who had come in with heat exhaustion. Seeing she wouldn't be able to attend to Carter Thorne anytime soon, I reached out and took the antiseptic from her tray."I'll handle it," I said.For years, Nathan had brainwashed me into believing that Carter Thorne's success was nothing more than a byproduct of family legacy—that he had simply taken a shortcut to the top. But standing here now, I saw the truth. He had built an empire where the employees actually felt they belonged. In a company where everyone moved with a singular purpose and shared strength, success wasn't a shortcut; it was inevitable.I owed him for today. Taking care of his injury was the least I could do."Mr. Thorne, stay still, please."My heart heavy with guilt, I looked at his wrist. If Nathan hadn't been so volatile, Carter's injury wouldn't have been aggravated like this. "I'm sorry. I didn't handle my privat

Once Ben was inside the car with Hannah, he started acting up again. "I don't want to go home!"Hannah tried to soothe him. "Little Master, if you don't go home, your father will worry.""I don't care! I don't care!" He started rolling around on the leather seats, throwing such a fit that Hannah didn't know what to do.Finally, she gave in. "Where do you want to go?"Ben sat up instantly, pointing at the taxi I had just entered. "Follow her!"Hannah gasped. "No, we can't—""I don't care! If you don't take me, I'll tell Daddy you bullied me!"Terrified of his threat, Hannah signaled the driver. "Fine. Follow that cab."Claire's POVInside the taxi, Leo looked out the window curiously. "Mommy, where are we going?"I glanced at the luxury car following us in the rearview mirror and sighed. "I'm going to introduce you to an old friend.""A friend of yours?""Yes. Someone who stayed by my side for many years."The taxi pulled over near a quiet cemetery. It was deserted and peaceful. As we

Claire's POV: I was surprised.Years ago, after Nathan had saved me from that cliffside accident, I was so moved by my second chance at life that I used my own personal savings to fund the education of several girls in remote mountain regions. Later, when Nathan was fighting for control of Sterling Group, he needed to build a "philanthropic" image, so I allowed the foundation to be placed under his name."You've been with the company for two years now, haven't you?" I asked calmly.Hannah stiffened, then gave a cold laugh. "How touching that the mistress of the house notices me.""I assumed," I continued, my tone level, "that after two years as an assistant, you would be very clear about who actually founded the Sterling Foundation."Hannah frowned, looking at me with utter confusion. "Are you trying to claim it was you? Ma'am, don't let vanity get the best of you. How could a housewife who doesn't earn a cent influence a corporate foundation? You have the nerve to say it, but I don'

Claire's POV:The morning of the Sports Day felt different. Good different. I tied my hair up, pulled on my favorite athletic gear, and found Leo already dressed in a matching color scheme. A tiny, silent declaration of our team."Mommy, are we going to win?" he asked, critically examining three pairs of sneakers laid out on his floor."We're going to try our absolute best," I said. That was our truth now.He chose the purple and black ones, did a little power stance in the mirror, and declared us ready.The field at the elite Fairmount Academy was buzzing. A sea of Patagonia vests, Lululemon leggings, and the low hum of deal-making disguised as parental small talk. I spotted Nathan near the high-jump pit, already deep in conversation with another father, no doubt finding an angle in a sandbox race.And then, there she was. Right beside me."Claire. You look… well." Isabella's voice was all honey. She didn't have to hide here; among these people, a B-list actress was barely a curiosit

Claire's POV:Across the bridge, Nathan had heard my startled cry. His head had snapped toward the sound, his body tensed. What he saw, however, was not a woman in peril, but a woman being steadied, her wrist held by another man. A quiet, intimate rescue. And she was smiling.Rage, hot and corrosive, flooded him. She was doing this on purpose. Every bit of it."Nathan," Isabella's voice cut through his fury, laced with a breathy fear. She wobbled dramatically, clutching his bicep. "It's so unstable. I don't think I can make it."Distracted, annoyed, he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close against his side in a perfunctory hug. "I've got you. Just move.""You're my hero," she murmured, nestling her head against his chest, a picture of perfect dependence.They became a single unit, moving as one. So entwined, they failed to notice the small figure of Ben, who had been pushed to the very edge of the crowded bridge by the shifting masses. He was gripping the rope, his small fac