Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Nadia's POV.Lily kept up a running commentary the entire drive to school, something about a classmate who'd lost a tooth at lunch and cried until the teacher gave him a sticker for bravery, and Ronan and I kept trading amused glances in the front seat every time her story took another dramatic turn. By the time we pulled up outside the gates, she'd moved on to an entirely different topic without any of us noticing the transition, something about wanting a pet turtle now instead of the dog she'd been begging Ronan for last month.We both got out to walk her in, and I caught the small ripple that passed through the drop off crowd, a couple of teachers near the entrance exchanging a look, a parent leaning over to murmur something to another. Their gossiping didn't look quite unkind, just the recognition of the two of us that had been currently splashed across headlines for weeks now standing together, and looking entirely unbothered by the world. Even one of the teachers, an older woma

Damian's POV. The nurse finished adjusting the drip in Isabella's hand, the needle taped carefully in place against her small wrist, and stepped back once my little girl finally drifted into an exhausted sleep, her chest rising and falling in slow and uneven breaths. I watched her gather her supplies quietly, checking the monitor one last time, and slipped out of the room, leaving the doctor to turn toward Simone and me, his expression composed but visibly tired from probably his long shift today."Based on her symptoms, and what Lucas described about the meal yesterday.." he said, glancing between the two of us. "I'm fairly confident this is food poisoning. Something in what she ate didn't sit well with her system."Simone's arms crossed immediately, her whole posture stiffening. "Excuse me?""The dish Lucas mentioned," the doctor continued, choosing his words with visible care now, "the eggs, the—""So now I'm a bad mother because one meal went wrong?" Simone cut in sharply, her v

Damian's POV. I stepped out of the hospital room, needing to get the kids' medication and some food they'd actually eat, and made my way down toward the pharmacy near the lobby, but the shop lady didn't have two more out of all the medicines prescribed for Isabella, so I had to go out to buy. However, as I turned to head for the exit, a sound caught my attention and I turned to the television mounted in the corner of the waiting area halfway there, the screen flashing a familiar face.Nadia.I stopped, my feet rooted to the spot despite myself, watching her sit there beside Ronan, calm and composed, answering the interviewer's questions confidently.Something hot and bitter twisted in my chest watching it. She got to sit there and be heard, get to shape her own version of everything that had happened, and the world was going to eat it up like she'd never done anything wrong at all. Not like she was entirely innocent in any of this, and whatever picture she was painting for the camera

Ronan's POV. Something had been off with Nadia since the moment the interviewer introduced himself as Andre. I'd watched it happen, the way her posture had gone rigid for half a second before she caught herself, the careful, controlled tone she'd used for the rest of the interview that didn't quite match the woman I knew. She kept insisting she was fine. I didn't believe her, not fully, but I also knew pushing too hard in the middle of a live recording wasn't the moment to dig for answers. As Nadia and I were finally leaving, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked it, a client calling about a product delivery delay that couldn't wait until morning."I need to take this," I told Nadia, already stepping toward the hallway outside the studio. "Two minutes, I promise."She nodded, offering a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and I stepped away, my phone pressed to my ear, half listening to the client rattling off, but I wasn't fully absorbing. Through the glass partition,

Nadia's POV. I was barely through the front door, keys still in hand, when my phone buzzed against my palm. A message from an unfamiliar number lit up the screen.'Hey Nadia, it's Andre.'I let out a short huff, staring at the screen for a second before typing back. 'How did you get my number?''Take it easy, babygirl. I'm just saying hi.' The reply came quickly. 'Well, I got it from your assistant.'I sat down on the edge of my bed, my thumbs already moving. 'I thought this ended after the interview. I already told you I don't want to have coffee with you. Why can't you just leave it there?''Do you really have that much of a problem with me?' he replied. 'Am I really that much of an enemy to you?''If that's what's going to get you to leave me be, yes.' I typed back, making sure to be as blunt so quickly so he wouldn't have even a little second to think otherwise. 'You know, given what happened, I really don't want things to get uncomfortable again. I ended things with you specific