All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The gentle hum of the record player was shattered by the sound of glass splintering against the hardwood floor. "Maureen?" Ethan called out, setting down his tablet as he rushed toward the lounge. Maureen stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, her hand pressed tightly against her stomach. Her face had drained of all color, paper-white and slick with a sudden cold sweat. Beneath the hem of her silk loungewear, a dark red stain was blooming rapidly, pooling onto the rug. "Ethan..." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with sudden terror. "Something’s... wrong." Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. Without hesitation, he scooped his sister into his arms, ignoring the blood soaking into his own shirt. "Hold on! Just hold on, Maureen!" He sprinted out to the private garage, laying her gently across the back seat of his SUV before driving toward the city's private medical center. As the tires screeched out of the driveway into the pouring rain, Ethan dialed his father with a shaking

Inside the ultra-exclusive dining lounge of Ashford hotel. the ambiance was defined by soft jazz, crystal chandeliers, and the aroma of high-end cuisine. Richard Hoffman sat across from his latest female companion at a prime corner table. The moment the head chef personally served their dry-aged ribeye steaks, the woman immediately pulled out her diamond-encrusted smartphone, snapping multiple angled photos of the arrangement for her social media feeds. Richard’s brow furrowed in visible irritation. Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his leather chair, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is taking ten photos of a piece of beef really necessary? Has high-grade wagyu become that much of an exotic miracle to you?" Flustered and deeply embarrassed, the woman snapped her phone shut, sliding it back into her handbag with a huff. She sat with her arms crossed, refusing to touch her fork. Near the end of their meal, the restaurant’s General Manager approached the table, bowing deferen

A scream came from inside the dining room at the exact moment Damien asked his question. Richard froze. He'd completely forgotten he'd left his date sitting a few feet from Selene . Leaving those two alone together was never going to end quietly. "Bro, something's come up, I've got to go," Richard said fast, already turning back toward the door. "Tonight's off. I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." He was pulling the phone away from his ear when Damien's voice snapped through the speaker, hard and clipped. "Richard. Where. Are you." Another screech tore through the air before Richard could answer. "Ashford hotel, the main restaurant!" Richard shouted, already hanging up as he sprinted for the doors. He shoved them open, ready for chaos — and stopped dead. It wasn't Damien's ex wife who needed rescuing. She had his date bent over a table, one fist twisted into the woman's hair, the other arm pinned so tight behind her back that she couldn't so much as wiggle a shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Damien?!" Richard shouted, lunging forward with his hands raised in pure disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?!"Maureen’s face went deadly pale, all the color draining from her lips in a fraction of a second. A fine sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out across her forehead as her left arm hung unnaturally limp at her side. The sharp, agonizing pop of her joint had sliced straight through her senses, causing her breath to hitch in a ragged gasp. Yet, despite the white-hot pain throbbing down to her fingertips, she clamped her jaw shut, gritted her teeth, and refused to let out a single scream.Damien staggered back half a step, staring at his own trembling hands in absolute shock. His fingers twitched, and his mouth parted slightly, but no sound came out. The brutal reality of what he had just done crashed over him like a wave of ice water. He hadn't meant to pull that hard. He had only wanted to stop her, to keep her from walking out—but his reckle

Damien had spent years in top-tier tactical military conditioning before stepping into the corporate battlefield. His reflexes were sharp, and his physical resilience was formidable.Even though Ethan's surprise punch connected hard enough to split the corner of his lip, Damien barely rocked back on his heels. He stood his ground, wiping a bead of crimson from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes darkening into icy slits.Richard winced internally, stepping back a pace. Great, another contender in the ring, he thought, keeping his mouth firmly shut. He still remembered the stern warning he had received earlier about meddling in Selene's affairs; being labeled an unwanted third wheel meant he needed to play his cards carefully and not overplay his hand.Enraged by Damien’s impassive stance, Ethan lunged forward to hurl another heavy strike, but Damien effortlessly sidestepped the blow, catching Ethan's forearm mid-air and shoving it aside."Damien Vance!" He roared, his chest