All Chapters of THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

I sat at my desk and reviewed the revised shipping schedules with Carson while my phone vibrated across the glass.Mira was resting safely at home with Carol, and her fever was finally gone. I should have felt relieved this morning, but a deep knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. The confrontation on the porch last night kept playing on a loop in my mind."We can route the new synthetic grafts through the western distributor," Carson suggested, pointing at the map on my computer screen. "It will bypass the storm delays and keep the hospitals stocked.""Send the email," I agreed, rubbing my temples. "Offer them a twenty percent premium to expedite the trucks."Carson nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket to draft the message.The door to my office flew open before he could start typing.Sarah, my public relations director, rushed into the room clutching a silver tablet. Her heels clicked frantically against the hardwood floor. She looked like she had just run a marathon, and

I hung up the phone. I didn't waste a single second. I dialed another number and held the phone to my ear.My Chief Financial Officer picked up on the second ring."Good morning, Mr. Wilson," the CFO answered. His voice sounded tight. He probably saw the news too."Pull up our active vendor contracts," I instructed.I heard the frantic clacking of a keyboard on the other end of the line.Wilson Enterprises was a massive global entity. We outsourced millions of dollars in corporate business every single year. We hired external firms for marketing, event planning, and damage control.Vanguard PR held three lucrative contracts with my company. We essentially kept their lights on. Without my retainer, their boutique firm was nothing."I have the master file open," the CFO confirmed. "What are we looking for?"I stared at the television screen. Carson looked so useless on the broadcast. He put his hand on Cheryl's back, but he couldn't stop the reporters from screaming at her. He couldn't

I didn't wait for Thomas to put the car in park.I threw the door open and hit the pavement running. The cold morning air burned my lungs, but I didn't slow down. My heels hit the asphalt hard as I sprinted toward the school gates.I was ready to fight. I didn't care if someone sued me for assault today. I was going to shove my way through the mob, grab the first photographer I saw, and smash his camera over the concrete."Hey, little girl, look over here!" a man shouted from the fence."Just turn around!" another voice yelled over the chaos. "What's your name?"The voices blurred together into a sickening wall of noise. I pushed past a woman walking a dog on the sidewalk and aimed straight for the thickest part of the crowd.But I didn't have to fight anyone.Before I even reached the outer edge of the mob, the frantic energy shifted. The chaotic shouting suddenly died down. The blinding camera flashes stopped firing.The men who were just shoving their expensive lenses through the m

The fluorescent lights in the ceiling buzzed with a low, annoying hum. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair and stared at the wood grain on the long conference table.I spent the whole night pacing the hardwood floors of my living room. After Brian shielded Mira at the playground and walked away without demanding a single thing, I knew the other shoe was going to drop. I braced myself for a massive lawsuit. I expected his private security team to show up at my gates with a court order from a judge he bought off.Instead, my lawyer received a polite email requesting a voluntary mediation session.Carson shifted in the chair next to me. He wore a sharp grey suit, but he already loosened his tie. He looked just as tense and exhausted as I felt."He is going to try to intimidate us," Carson muttered, keeping his voice low so my lawyer wouldn't overhear. "Do not sign anything they put on this table today. We take it back to the office and comb through every single line.""I know," I sa