บททั้งหมดของ DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

CHLOE’S DESPERATE MOVE.Nathan’s POV.The early morning hours were completely silent as I sat alone on the sofa inside my private study down the hall from our master suite, and the transition from staring at the dark ceiling to walking down to the penthouse garage at four o'clock was fast because sleep was totally impossible after that bitter argument with Emma. I grabbed my car keys off the desk table, took the private elevator down to the basement level, and started the engine of my car to go for a long drive through the quiet city streets to clear my heavy mind.The roads were almost empty as I drove along the harbor highway, with the ocean lights reflecting against the side window, while my thoughts remained fixed on the painful expression on Emma's face when she told me to leave our bedroom last night. As I pulled my car near a red traffic light three blocks away from the central park, my phone on the dashboard screen buzzed twice with an incoming message notification from an unk

SECURITY LOCKOUT.Nathan’s POV.The morning sun was shining bright outside my high-rise office windows as I sat behind my desk table, and the transition from holding Emma in our kitchen room to arriving at Zander Logistics headquarters was fast as Mark stood directly in front of my desk holding his tablet device. The staged hotel pictures were still circulating across every major entertainment channel in the city, and seeing the emotional exhaustion on my wife's face earlier that morning made it crystal clear that my soft, patient approach to dealing with Chloe Vance-Quinn was officially over."Good morning, Mr. Zander, I have our legal security notices drawn up and ready for your final digital signature on the tablet screen," Mark reported, setting the screen flat on my desk table while scrolling through the official lockout documentation."Read me the full list of restrictions we are placing on Chloe and Julian Vance-Quinn right now, Mark, because I want to make sure every single lo

THE MISSING DOCUMENT.Nathan’s POV.The afternoon sun was shining brightly through the main conference room windows of Joel’s law firm as Emma set her father’s handwritten diary flat on the glass table surface, and the transition from stepping out of the elevator to reviewing those yellowed pages with our legal team was completely smooth as Mark closed the double doors behind us. Joel picked up the open journal, using a magnifying glass to read through Richard Quinn’s personal entries regarding the five-million-dollar financial payout and the signed release contract from twenty-five years ago."This journal entry is an incredible piece of historical evidence, Emma, and reading your father's direct thoughts about paying off the twins' mother gives us a clear roadmap of what happened back then," Joel said, setting his magnifying glass onto the desk table while looking across at us."So this handwritten entry is enough to make the probate judge throw Thomas Sterling's fifty percent petit

THE STORAGE FIRE ALARM.Nathan’s POV.The basement storage room was quiet and cool as Arthur Pendelton walked slowly down the long aisle between the high metal shelves, and the transition from descending the carpeted staircase to standing inside the legal archive room was completely smooth as Mark held his tactical flashlight steady against the dark corners. Hundreds of grey paper boxes were stacked neatly along the walls, while Joel stepped ahead to help the elderly lawyer inspect the labels pasted onto the front cover of each storage container."Box number forty-two should be sitting right here on the middle shelf, Mr. Zander, because I organized all of my confidential corporate client files in strict alphabetical order before I retired fifteen years ago," Arthur Pendelton noted, pointing his cane toward a thick metal filing box resting near the back of the third row."I see the metal box right here, Mr. Pendelton, and the front label has Richard Quinn's name printed clearly across

THE STOLEN INVITATION.Nathan’s POV.The late evening lamps were glowing warmly inside my private penthouse study as Emma and I sat at the center conference table alongside Joel, and the transition from stepping off our private elevator to laying out the contents of the recovered metal box was completely smooth as Mark locked down all residential entrance doors. Joel carefully lifted the top paper folder out of the metal container, using white cotton gloves to slide out an original four-page legal document that had Richard Quinn’s official notarized stamp resting on the final signature line."This is the holy grail of our defense strategy, Nathan, because this original signed relinquishment document explicitly proves that the twins' mother accepted five million dollars twenty-five years ago in exchange for giving up every single legal claim to the Quinn Trust," Joel announced, placing the preserved contract sheets flat on the table surface in front of us."Look right here at the botto