บททั้งหมดของ DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

​THE DOCTOR'S CONFESSION.​Nathan's POV.The faded yellow folder was finally in Emma’s trembling hands, but Dr. Frank was still kneeling on the carpet by the open safe, his breathing incredibly shallow and his eyes darting frantically between my face and the cracked wall socket as if he expected my security guards to drag him out into the freezing rain right this second. I stepped closer to him, towering over his small frame to make sure he understood that handing over the yellow folder was only the very first step of his cooperation, and I pulled a digital voice recorder from my pocket, placing it directly on the edge of the mahogany desk to capture every single word he was about to say.​"The physical folder is not going to save you from a prison sentence, Frank, so you are going to sit back in that chair and tell us the exact details of how Derek Williams set up this entire scheme, and do not dare to leave out a single name or date if you want to keep m

​THE PAPARAZZI TRAP BACKFIRES.​Emma’s POV.The sound of rushing footsteps and the sudden rustling of the nearby bushes signaled the arrival of the three photographers Vera had hired, and they immediately raised their large professional cameras to capture my face while Gina stood crying on the gravel path, but before they could even press their shutters or record a single second of video, four of Nathan’s private security guards stepped out from the main walkway and intercepted them with absolute precision, blocking their lenses with thick leather folders and cornering them against the stone perimeter fence before they could make a single move to escape. Vera’s face went completely pale as she watched two more guards calmly demand the memory cards from the cameras, her mouth hanging open in pure shock as she realized that her grand public scandal was being dismantled in less than thirty seconds without a single pedestrian even noticing the brief strug

​GINA’S DISCOVERY.​Gina’s POV.The small rented house was completely quiet because Daddy had not come back from his big office building yet, and the lady from the social services office who was supposed to watch me was currently sitting in the kitchen downstairs while she talked on her cell phone about our family's bankruptcy court dates. I walked very quietly into Daddy’s private study, my small shoes making absolutely no sound on the dusty carpet as I approached his heavy wooden desk because my stomach was hurting from hunger, and I was desperately hoping to find some spare dollar bills or a few coins in his top drawer so I could walk down to the corner store and buy a small carton of milk and some crackers. I pulled the heavy brass handle of the bottom drawer with both of my hands, and it made a loud, creaking sound that made me freeze in fear, but when I looked inside past the messy stacks of unpaid electricity bills and the old corporate tax fol

​THE PUBLIC EXPOSURE.​Emma’s POV.The morning sun was just starting to rise over the Manhattan skyline, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor of our penthouse office where Nathan and I were sitting with Joel, and I looked down at the physical folder containing Dr. Frank's signed confession and the authenticated hospital logs from seven years ago, feeling a cold, absolute determination take over my entire mind because I was completely done waiting for the slow wheels of the family court system to punish Derek and Vera for their crimes. I reached across the wide mahogany desk and pressed the send button on my laptop, instantly transmitting the encrypted digital files and the recorded audio statements to the chief editors of the three largest news syndicates in New York, and my fingers were still trembling slightly with a mixture of raw relief and deep anticipation as the progress bar completed its upload, signaling the definitive beginning of their

​THE MORNING AFTER THE STORM.​Nathan's POV.The early morning sun was just starting to hit the glass windows of the kitchen, and I was standing by the main counter with a cup of hot black coffee in my hand while looking at the front pages of the daily newspapers that my staff had left on the table, their headlines loudly announcing Vera’s midnight escape from the local airfield alongside pictures of her empty car that the police had found abandoned near the highway. The entire city was talking about the scandal, but I couldn't care less about where Vera was hiding because my only priority was keeping this penthouse quiet and secure for Emma and Pearl, who were currently resting in the back bedroom after the terrible confrontation we had faced in the park yesterday afternoon. The house was completely still except for the soft hum of the refrigerator, and I was just about to pull up our corporate calendar on my phone when Emma walked into the kitchen wearing a sim