Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

[PAST ARC] NEXT STRETCH, OR A LOSS?Nadia's POV. "Go back? Again?" I felt the ground shift slightly under the words, already understanding where this was heading before he finished. "Two years," he admitted, wincing slightly as he said it. "I know. I know exactly what I'm asking." "Two more years, Ronan?" I repeated, my voice quieter than I intended, something hot and disbelieving rising in my chest. "Honey, we just survived crazy four years of distance." "I know," he said quickly, his grip on my hands tightening. "I know, and I hate asking you this again, especially tonight of all nights. But this is the opportunity, Nadia. This is the exact thing I've been working toward this entire time. Once I finish this, I actually get to build the future I promised you, instead of just talking about it." "Oh please, Ronan." I said, pulling my hands free, stepping back, the earlier warmth of the evening curdling fast into annoyance. "I do understand how all these are important to you, bu

[SAME OPTION TWICE.]Nadia's POV. It had been over three months since Damian and I first sat across from each other at that restaurant table, and we had.. somehow... been talking ever since, though I still hadn't given him anything close to a yes and he kept finding new, quiet ways to make the space around him feel like somewhere I wanted to stay.He remembered small things I mentioned only once, showing up the week of my midterms with the exact brand of overpriced tea I'd complained about missing since leaving my family's estate, setting it on my kitchen counter without any fanfare, already moving on to ask about my presentation before I'd even finished thanking him properly. He never pushed for more than I offered, content with coffee some weeks, dinner others, never once mentioning the ring still sitting on my finger unless I brought it up myself.I caught myself thinking, more than once during those months, about how easy this had all become, how little effort it took to sim

[PAST ARC] HAD CHOSEN DAMIAN. Nadia's POV.Ronan graduated a month later, and within days after the ceremony, his mentor eventually passed away peacefully, leaving the entire company and its holdings waiting to be transferred formally into Ronan's name if he agreed to it. I flew over to celebrate with him, watching him look all heavy with grief and still deciding. I would listen, offering comfort and letting him know everything will be fine and he'd come out of this situation strong like he always did, and gently advising him that he did not have to be nervous about the first few years of having the whole empire and its responsibilities on his shoulders if he eventually decided to take it.Weeks before my own finals... Damian took me to dinner at the same quiet restaurant where we had our first real date. Halfway through dessert, he reached across the table and took both my hands in his."I know your life's been difficult, and I've never tried to push you past what you were ready

Nadia's POV.I pushed my cart down the cereal aisle on autopilot, barely registering the shelves in front of me, my mind still tangled up in the study, in Ronan's face when he'd asked for his twenty four hours. I kept replaying it, the hurt in his eyes, the careful way he'd held my hand right before he walked out, and I told myself, over and over, that he just needed space. That this wasn't the beginning of another long freeze.I grabbed a box off the shelf without really looking at it and moved on, my thoughts too loud to focus on anything as mundane as groceries. The groceries I voluntarily told the chef at home to leave it to me and I'd get it myself to distract my wandering thoughts even for a little bit that day. Was it working? I had no idea.Just then, I noticed...A man, maybe mid-thirties, hovering a little too close near the end of the aisle, his cart angled in a way that seemed to block my path more than what looked like a little accident. Something about him tugged faintl

Nadia's POV. "Get your hands off me," Simone snapped, twisting against Caleb's grip as he guided her toward the waiting patrol car. "This is ridiculous. Everything she's saying is a lie.""A lie?" I repeated, my voice sharp with disbelief. "You confessed it yourself, Simone. And also in front of a lot of people. There's no talking your way out of this one.""I said nothing of the sort," Simone shot back, still struggling weakly against Caleb's hold, though he kept her steady with practiced ease. "You're insane, actually deranged. Everyone in that store watched you attack me first." She turned to Caleb next, glaring at him. "And you. Get your hands off me now!""Ma'am," Caleb said, his tone level but firm, "you need to comply right now, or I'll add resisting arrest to whatever charges are already being considered against you."Simone's jaw tightened, and though she stopped physically fighting his hold, the fury radiating off her didn't fade in the slightest, her eyes cutting back to