All Chapters of Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nadia POV.The living room fell into complete silence even the children looked stunned.Vera blinked several times, as if she’d misheard me before she finally finally got back her voice, “What did you just say to me?”I crossed my arms holding her gaze, “I asked you a simple question, Vera, who exactly gave you permission to order me around in my own house?”Vera’s mouth opened then closed on it’s own accord.In all my years of being a wife of Damian, very have I spoken back to her or even done something like staring at her face.Her heart was written in face… UGLY!Seeing as she was too stunned, I continued, “Let’s get something straight before I focus on your deadbeat son…”I slowly stood from the couch.“You don’t own this house nor do you don’t pay a single bill here… you aren’t even Damian’s wife.” I paused deliberately. “So you’re not even part of this family.”The color slowly drained from Vera’s face.“You are only here because Damian was kind enough to hand you a spare key… y

Nadia's POVI was just walking into the house when I was met by my angry, no no, hangry husband. From the look on his face, and the faces of his children sitting on the couch, frustration and hunger had taken over completely. They all looked frantic, staring at me like I had just committed a crime simply by walking through my own front door.Five hours earlier....After packing my small bag and deleting every single wedding photo from my gallery, I walked out of the house. I just wanted to take a stroll. For the first time in six years, I was going out without informing Damian first. I didn't send a text. I didn't leave a note. The experience felt strange, but it also felt absolutely wonderful. The air felt different. I felt lighter than ever.As I walked down the street, I saw a large, beautiful signboard in front of one of the city's most luxurious spas. I stopped and stared at it. I remembered seeing advertisements for places like this in magazines before, but back then, I always t

Nadia's POV.The cold, casual smile slowly disappeared from my face as I watched Mr. Cole’s expression turned entirely serious. The confidence that had been building inside my chest since morning suddenly felt frozen. I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the polished mahogany table."What do you mean by a major complication, Mr. Cole?" I asked, my voice dropping. "Damian has no legal right to my inheritance, and I'm not asking for a single thing from his estate. What could possibly complicate a straight separation?"Mr. Cole sighed, opening a thick folder that had just been delivered to his desk."Apparently, it involves the financial contributions you'd been making throughout your marriage to Damian. Nadia, your situation is far more complicated than you realized when you walked into this office today. For the past three years, you've quietly contributed massive amounts of capital to multiple high-yield investments directly linked to the Cornell family business. And unfortunately

Damian's POV.I actually returned from work early because the entire afternoon had been a complete, unmitigated nightmare at the office. I had tried to authorize three different routine transactions from the corporate accounts I shared with Nadia, and every single one of them had been flatly declined by the system. The banking terminal kept throwing back a generic administrative error, and the account managers at the private banking sector.. people who usually answered my calls on the first ring.. were suddenly unavailable or tied up in emergency meetings.On top of that mounting financial headache, I was still deeply bothered by Nadia's strange, defiant behavior over the past few days. She wasn't acting like the quiet, submissive, predictable wife I had married. She was looking at me with a cold detachment that made my skin crawl.After she completely ignored my direct question in the living room and walked out on me, Simone, and the kids, my frustration finally boiled over. I neede

Nadia's POV.I stood at the base of the steps, my throat tight as the memories came flooding back all at once. Six years ago, I had stormed out of this very house in a cloud of anger and stubbornness, completely blind to reality, all because I wanted to marry Damian. Looking at the grand columns now, a deep sense of shame washed over me. I had left as a defiant bride, and I was returning as a broken woman seeking shelter.But before the dark thoughts could swallow me, the massive front doors threw open. The home staff poured out onto the driveway. Instead of looking at me with judgment, they rushed forward, greeting me affectionately. Many of these maids and guards had watched me grow up from a little girl, and seeing me back home after so long made some of them visibly emotional. Old tears were wiped away as they took my hands, welcoming me back to where I belonged.Suddenly, the crowd parted, and my father, Gerard Holt, rushed forward. The usually composed, unshakeable CEO of Holt