Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Simone's POV.About thirty minutes had passed since Nadia's smug little exit, and I spent every single one of them pacing the length of the cell, wondering and muttering under my breath about the absolute audacity of that woman, even of those silly officers, Bing and Caleb, of everyone in this ridiculous station treating me like a common criminal."I'll be out of here soon.." I said, more to myself than to Caleb, who sat on a stool nearby and going through his cellphone, thoroughly unmoved by my commentary."Sure," he said, not even glancing up from the screen."I'm not talking to you." I grumbled moodily, and he actually went quiet, which i don't know why it made me more upset for being ignored just like that. However, a thought hit me, and I stood up, walking towards the bars. "Hey, you! I have a right to a call, don't I?" I said, gripping the iron."You do," he said nonchalantly, tilting his head and still casually on his phone. "But just a call only.""Well, I want it now. I nee

Simone's POV. I stared at her for a long moment, the noise of the café fading into a dull hum around me, my mind struggling to fully absorb what she'd just said."Come on," I said finally, a short, disbelieving laugh escaping me. "You're actually married to Ronan Callaway? You're Lily's mother? His daughter?""Yes," Jolene said, a small frown creasing her forehead at my reaction. "That's her, and well, my ex-husband now, but yes." She studied me for a beat, clearly picking up on something in my expression she couldn't quite place. "Is there a problem?"I let out another laugh, this one softer, more for myself than for her. It was almost funny, the way life kept arranging itself. An hour ago, I'd been sitting in a cell, entirely at Nadia's mercy, and now here I was, staring across a table at the one woman on earth capable of handing me another kind of leverage I could use against that woman."No," I said, composing myself. "It's not a problem. It's just, small world, you know.""How d

Chapter 124. Ronan's POV. The rain was hitting the windshield so hard the wipers could barely keep. I kept my eyes locked on the dashboard of my car, but my mind wasn't really here. The twenty-four hours were finally up. I had spent every single second of that day trapped inside my own head, until my brain felt completely bruised.Learning about the past had been a brutal execution to my heart. It was one thing to know I had almost lost her to Damian, but finding out it was actually twice, that Andre had been there in the dark corners of our college years while I was away breaking my back for a good future, that cut deep But as the hours dragged on in the quiet of my room, her tears and her screams from the office kept echoing in my ears. Honestly, I had realized a long time ago after the anger and hurt of her leaving me then, how lonely she had been in the past which she complained of. I had really been the ghost she was talking about.I pulled the car up to the front gates, my h

Ronan's POV. I was just getting back to the company that afternoon after spending the morning at two different clients' offices for meetings.I stayed in my car for a few minutes after pulling into the parking lot, the contract still spread across my lap. The meetings had taken longer than they should have, by at least twenty or thirty minutes, mostly because one of my shipping clients kept going back over terms we'd already settled twice.I rubbed at my eyes, then gathered the pages into a neat stack. I'd go through everything properly once I got upstairs.When I finally stepped out of the car, my stomach immediately reminded me that I hadn't eaten much since breakfast with Nadia and Lily.I sighed. Yeah, I should just order food. I don't think I really wanted to drive somewhere out right now just to sit and lunch by myself, and lose another hour when I already had enough waiting for me at the office. Besides, I was already anticipating the dinner date with Nadia. I would just eat i

Ronan's POV.The first thing I became aware of was the pounding behind my eyes, a slow, deep throb that seemed to pulse in time with my own heartbeat. I lay there for a long moment before I even tried opening my eyes, my mouth dry, my limbs heavy in a way that felt wrong, disconnected from the rest of me.When I finally forced my eyes open, nothing about the ceiling above me looked familiar. Cream colored, a light fixture I didn't recognize, the faint hum of an air conditioning unit somewhere off to the side.I sat up too fast, and the room tilted sharply, my stomach lurching with it. I pressed a hand flat against my chest to steady myself, and that was when I registered it, my bare skin under my palm. No shirt.I looked down at myself, confusion sharpening into something colder. My chest was bare, my trousers still on, a heavy duvet pooled around my waist. I patted at my own arms, my shoulders, some instinctive need to confirm I was actually still myself, still intact, still whole if