All Chapters of Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nadia's POV. .A WEEK LATER.The conference room buzzed with the low murmur of voices as everyone settled into their seats, folders and tablets scattered across the long glass table. I arranged my papers in front of me, trying to keep my focus purely on the agenda for the morning, but the moment the door opened and Ronan walked in, my whole body seemed to notice before my mind could catch up.He greeted my father with a firm handshake, exchanged a quick word with Eli, and then, instead of taking the empty seat across the table, he pulled out the chair right beside mine."Morning," he said, his voice low, meant only for me."Morning." I replied, keeping my eyes on the papers in front of me, though I could feel the warmth radiating from him even with the space between us.The meeting started, and one of the senior directors began walking us through the agenda, his voice droning steadily through slide after slide. I tried to concentrate. I really did. But every so often, Ronan would le

Ronan's POV. Weeks had passed since that night, and I still couldn't wrap my head around why Nadia kept slipping out of reach.I'd walk toward her office in the afternoon, ready to knock, only to find her assistant telling me she'd already left for the day. I'd call her in the evening, and the line would ring out completely, followed twenty minutes later by a short text saying she was just busy. I texted her once, asking plainly why she seemed to be avoiding me since that night, and her reply came back vague and distant, something about work piling up. I didn't push her on it though, telling myself she probably needed the space, and that I wouldn't be another reason she felt more stressed on top of everything else already crashing down around her.But my patience didn't mean I wasn't bothered by it.Now sitting beside her in the conference room that morning, half listening to the director as he spoke and my eyes drifting sideways toward Nadia every few minutes. She had her head bent

Nadia's POV. The hallway outside my room was dark and silent, the whole mansion asleep at this hour. I crept down the back staircase in soft flats, my heart hammering with every creak of the wood beneath my feet, my phone clutched tightly in one hand.I made it halfway across the foyer before a shadow shifted near the front doors, and I nearly screamed."Going somewhere, Miss Holt?"I spun around, my hand flying to my chest. My bodyguard, Diego stood there in his dark jacket, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in the dim light."Diego," I whispered trembling, "you scared me half to death.""My apologies." He said, but he didn't look too sorry at all. "Care to explain why you're sneaking out this late at night?""Please," I begged, keeping my voice low, glancing nervously toward the staircase behind me. "I just need some air. I'm meeting a friend. Please don't tell my dad and brothers."Diego studied me for a long moment, clearly not buying a single word of it, but he sighed. "If you're

Damian's POV. I sat behind my desk at the office long after the rest of my staff had gone home, staring at a stack of documents I hadn't actually read a single word of. Simone's voice kept looping in my head, that same taunting edge she'd carried for days now, insisting Nadia had already moved on with Ronan, that the two of them were parading around like some picture perfect little family while I sat here dealing with police and paperwork.It wasn't true. It couldn't be true.Nadia had loved me for years. She'd built her entire life around mine, around this house, around the kids who weren't even hers by blood, long before any of this divorce mess started. A woman like that didn't just fall into another man's bed within weeks of walking out the door. Whatever coldness she showed me now was punishment, plain and simple, her way of making me feel exactly what I'd put her through for years. She was too principled, too disciplined in her own quiet way, to actually throw herself into some

Nadia's POV. The chessboard sat between my father and me on the small table in his study, sunlight streaming through the tall windows as he studied his next move with deliberate patience."You're distracted." he said, not looking up from the board."I'm not," I said quickly, moving my knight without really thinking it through.He glanced up at me over his glasses, one eyebrow raised. "Nadia, that was a terrible move.""It was strategic.""It was terrible." he repeated, chuckling as he captured my knight with almost insulting ease. "Where's your head today?"I opened my mouth to deny it again, but the truth was, my mind had drifted somewhere else entirely, back to the conversations Ronan and I had been having lately, and the fuzzy warm feeling that always settled in my chest every time. I bit back a smile and shook my head instead. "Nowhere. Just a little tired."My father studied me for a moment, something knowing flickering behind his eyes, but before he could press further, his as