Todos los capítulos de DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

​THE BACKSTAGE TRAP.​Nathan’s POV.The noise from the main ballroom faded quickly as I walked through the side exit doors, following Mark down the service hallway that led straight to the private manager's office behind the main stage. The transition from the crowded champagne station to this quiet backstage corridor was completely smooth, and as we approached the office doorway, I could see the suspicious reporter, Victoria Sterling, standing near the table while talking animatedly with the catering director. Mark stepped past me to push the door fully open, and both people inside the room spun around immediately with startled expressions on their faces as my security team moved into position to cover the hallway exit.​"Mr. Zander, I was just explaining to Ms. Sterling that our catering office only handles the food menus and table service for this gala, so we have nothing to do with any donor ledger pages or financial accounts," the catering director said quickly, his voice shaking

​EXPOSING THE DONOR.​Nathan’s POV.The warm chatter inside the main grand ballroom was steady as Emma stepped out from the private side room to join me near the stage, and the transition from her meeting with Chloe Vance to the main auction segment was completely smooth. I took her hand in mine while Mark walked over to give us a final confirmation that the precinct officers had taken the harbor worker and the false press packets into custody, so I held the microphoned podium folder under my arm and looked down at my wife with total confidence.​"Chloe gave me a full confession about Derek’s overseas associates, Nathan, and she promised to hand in her official resignation letter to the charity board tomorrow morning," Emma said, leaning close to my shoulder while keeping her voice low so the nearby guests would not hear.​"That clears the last internal threat on this committee, Emma, and now I am going to step up to that stage and address the

THE MYSTERIOUS PROCESS SERVER.Emma’s POV.The morning sun was pouring softly through the large living room windows, and I sat on the long sofa holding a warm mug while watching Pearl and Gina play happily with their building blocks on the carpeted floor. The transition from the late-night charity gala victory to this peaceful family moment was completely smooth, and as Gina giggled while stacking a blue block on top of Pearl’s plastic tower, I felt a deep sense of calm that had been missing for weeks during our corporate battles. Pearl looked up at me with a big smile on her face, balancing a round red block carefully on her hand before setting it down beside her sister's shoes."Mommy, look how high Gina and I built this big tower today, and it is not going to fall over at all because we made the bottom part super wide," Pearl said, pointing proudly at the colorful plastic building blocks stacked high between them."You girls built a wonderf

THE CELL BLOCK VISITOR.Derek’s POV.The heavy metal visitor room door slid shut with a loud click as I took my seat across the central table, and the transition from my quiet holding block to this private conference space was fast as my court-appointed attorney, Richard Hayes, sat down on his chair while placing his brief case flat on the surface. He looked around the empty room to ensure the guard by the door was looking away toward the hallway camera before opening his folder to display the certified court receipt stamped by the probate clerk."The formal codicil petition was officially filed at the county courthouse yesterday morning, Derek, and Emma Quinn-Zander was served with the summons right at her penthouse door by our process server," Hayes said, leaning across the table to keep his voice down as he pointed at the stamped file number."A wide grin spread across my face as I looked down at the receipt, knowing that our forgery had finally

THE EXPERT TEST.Nathan’s POV.The morning sun was just reflecting off the office buildings as I walked alongside Joel through the heavy doors of the central forensic testing laboratory downtown, and the transition from Emma heading out to the park with the girls to this quiet laboratory meeting was completely smooth. Mark stayed near the front reception desk to keep a close watch on the hallway, while Joel carried the leather transport folder containing Harrison Quinn’s original handwritten letters and medical charts straight into the main testing room. Dr. Aris Thorne was already standing near the long work table, adjusting a large digital microscope while carefully setting down the official court copy of the disputed codicil."Good morning, Mr. Zander, and thank you for coming down so early, because I have been examining the ink density on this court document for two hours," Dr. Thorne said, gesturing toward the empty chairs near the central table