All Chapters of Too Late To Regret, Ex Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Judy’s POV“And… that’s a wrap for today!”“Great work, everyone. You can all head home.”The crew began packing their equipment, the metallic clatter of light stands echoing through the studio. I was gathering my things, my mind already miles away, when Director Marshall approached.“Not you, Judy.” I froze, a script clutched to my chest. “I need to talk to you.”He pressed his hands on his waist, his gaze sharp, then exhaled slowly. “You acted it very well. I love it. But… something is missing. The voice.”“Okay?” I asked, unsure.“By tomorrow, I need you to speak more firmly in your scenes. Make the audience believe you’re the villain. We’re misleading them, remember?”“Yes, sir.”“Good. See you tomorrow.” Marshall stepped away.I exhaled, already planning in my head how I would adjust my performance. Acting had been part of my life since the day I got married, and Marshall was the kind of director who pushed everyone to be their best, ensuring our movie would be the talk of the to

Judy’s POV“You are awake...”The voice was a distant hum, unfamiliar and soft, pulling me upward through layers of heavy, gray fog. My vision was a blurred mess of sterile white light and shifting shadows. As I forced my leaden eyelids open, the world slowly sharpened. A woman in a crisp white medical coat stood over me, her expression a mix of professional focus and a quiet, unsettling pity.She leaned in, her fingers cool as she gently pressed my eyelid downward. “Good. Just hold still for a moment,” she murmured. “I’m checking how your pupils react to the light. Look straight ahead and try not to blink.”A tiny, piercing beam of light flashed across my eyes, sending a dull throb through my skull. I did as I was told, though my body felt like it was made of stone. The rhythmic, electronic beep-beep-beep of a heart monitor filled the silence, a cold reminder that I was no longer in the home I had tried so hard to protect.After a moment, the doctor straightened up and walked toward

Lucas’s POVI shifted in the expansive breadth of our matrimonial bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin as I turned toward Claire. She was still deep in the throes of sleep, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, peaceful lullaby. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips as I looked at her. We’d been sleeping in the same bed since the moment she came back, and every morning I woke up feeling like a man who had finally been granted a miracle.Her eyes were still closed, her lashes dark against her skin. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead.There was a striking, almost haunting resemblance between her and Judy. In fact, if you hadn't been forced to look into both of their faces every single day for years, you’d never see a difference. They were mirrors of one another. But then, there was something about Claire. There was a warmth there, a "heart of gold"—or so I had told myself every day for twenty years.As I watched her sleep,