Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Author's POV. Two days had passed since the letter was delivered, and still, nothing. No call, no text, no reply of any kind, and the silence had started to press down harder on both children than either of them wanted to admit out loud.Isabella had asked the maid three separate times now if there had been any word back from Nadia, cornering her in the hallway, near the kitchen, once even outside the laundry room, and each time the answer stayed the same."I handed the letter to the security guard at the gate," the maid explained again that afternoon, folding a stack of towels as she spoke, though Isabella's repeated questions wore on her a little. "He assured me he would personally pass it along to Miss Holt. That was the last I heard of it, I'm afraid, sweetheart."Isabella nodded slowly, though the worry didn't ease from her expression. She found Lucas in the hallway a little later, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, scrolling through nothing in particular on hi

Nadia's POV. The driver pulled up outside the estate gates, and I stood at the top of the front steps watching as Lucas and Isabella climbed out, both of them moving slower than usual, smoothing down their clothes, exchanging a quick, nervous glance before finally making their way toward me. Neither of them said anything at first, and I let the quiet sit for a moment before offering a small and genuine smile that seemed to loosen something in both their shoulders.I led them through the house without much conversation, out through the back doors and into the garden, where I'd already had the staff set up a small table beneath the shade of the largest tree, cups of tea steeping, with a plate of little sandwiches and pastries arranged neatly at the center. I'd chosen the spot as always the peaceful place for any easy conversations.We sat, Isabella folding her hands in her lap, and Lucas stared at the tablecloth like it might offer him something to say. The silence stretched longer t

Nadia's POV. The car ride home felt longer than usual, the silence between us sitting heavier than it should have. I could feel Ronan's eyes flicking toward me every few seconds, my phone now resting in my hand, the screen dark now."Andre's saying you two talked earlier," he said finally, his voice careful, controlled in a way that told me he was working hard to keep it that way. "What exactly did you talk about? And how does he even have your number?"My stomach twisted. I hadn't told him about the text exchange from weeks ago, and sitting here now, trying to explain it, felt like admitting to something far worse than what this actually was. I'd have to bring up years ago."He got it through the interview," I said quickly, my voice steadier than I felt. "His assistant coordinated everything through mine. That's probably how.""And what did you two talk about?""He tried to get me to go for coffee again." I said, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. "I turned him down. That's it."

Nadia's POV. The precinct still smelled the same as it usually had the last time I'd walked through those doors, the coffee, the cold fluorescent light, and Detective Bing looked up from his desk the moment I approached, recognition crossing his face before I'd even said a word."Miss Holt." he said, standing. "What can I help you with?""I need to file a restraining order." I said, keeping my voice steady despite the tremor still sitting underneath my ribs. "Against a man named Andre Sterling."His eyebrows lifted slightly at the name. "The journalist?""You know him?""By reputation. He's quite the journalist, lol." he said, gesturing toward the chair across from his desk. "Sit. Talk me through it.""Okay uh.." I sat, my hands folded tightly in my lap. "We uh.. had a history together, years ago. He's resurfaced recently, and he's been, persistent. I've told him plainly to stay away, I don't trust that he's going to listen."Reyes studied me for a moment, his pen hovering over the i

Nadia's POV. "What?" I choked out, my whole body shaking, my chest hot with a mixture of anger, humiliation, and grief at Ronan's words. "I disrespected you, Ronan? Is that what you're going to say? I really don't get you, you know." I glared at him, my voice growing sharp. "In fact, I feel like you're not listening to me! You were never around! It felt like I was dating a ghost.""Okay, Nadia, now you're just—""I'm not finished, Ronan!" I placed my hand in front of him as he tried to speak, cutting him off completely. "Look, I get you had dreams! I understood and still understand that you had your goals back then. But let's face it. You shut me out a lot, and don't you dare deny that! If the case had been reversed and I was the one always busy, never making time for us, would you have been patient with me like I was with you?"He opened his mouth to reply, but I pushed right through. "And don't you dare say that I wasn't patient! I really was. Alright, I am always ready to accept t