All Chapters of DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

​THE ELITE GOSSIP.​Emma’s POV.The sharp knock on the front door from last night had turned out to be a delivery driver bringing an early batch of the weekly high-society magazines from our main neighborhood distributor, and when I woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen, my heart sank instantly because the table was completely covered in glossy pages that detailed a barrage of cruel gossip articles about our family. The old rivals who had always envied my marriage to Nathan had clearly spent the last twenty-four hours talking to the gossip reporters, and the main headlines were openly questioning my sudden adoption of both Pearl and Gina, claiming that I was only using the children to secure a permanent grip on the Zander fortune. Nathan was already standing by the counter looking at his digital tablet with a deep frown on his face, his jaw tight as he watched the online discussion grow, and I pulled my robe tighter around my shoulders while steppi

​THE PENTHOUSE LUNCHEON.​Emma’s POV.The five high-society women were already sitting around the long dining table when the kitchen staff began serving the first course of fresh seafood, and I kept my back completely straight while pouring water into Chloe Vance’s glass, ignoring the strange delivery box that had been left on the terrace window ledge earlier because I needed to focus every single bit of my attention on the passive-aggressive comments that were starting to bounce across the room. Chloe adjusted her heavy pearl necklace and looked around the large living space with a small, fake smile on her face, her eyes lingering on the closed door of the girls' empty bedroom before she turned back to me with a very sharp expression that showed exactly why she had accepted my invitation today.​"Emma, dear, the penthouse looks absolutely wonderful, and we were all so incredibly surprised to read the sudden news in the morning papers about you adopt

​CONFRONTING THE ACTRESS.​Emma’s POV.The elevator had barely reached the ground floor when I decided that I was not going to sit around the penthouse like a helpless victim while Nathan handled the security team, so I took my own car keys from the hook and drove straight toward the lower west avenue using the exact studio address I had copied from Nathan's phone screen, my heart pounding against my ribs as I navigated through the heavy city traffic until I pulled up right outside the small media warehouse. The front glass doors were already cracked where Nathan's guards had forced their entry, and the entire main lobby was completely chaotic with production assistants running around in total confusion, but I didn't stop to talk to any of them because I marched straight past the main stage and down a narrow corridor until I saw a plastic sign that said Dressing Room One, where the blonde woman was currently sitting by a small table while fixing her dark sunglass

​NATHAN’S VOW OF LOVE.​Nathan’s POV.The penthouse terrace was completely quiet as I stood by the stone railing watching the city lights down below, and the small table in the center of the patio was set nicely for a private dinner with two plates of steak and some sparkling water because the entire media storm had completely shifted in Emma’s favor over the last three hours. The television news channels were now filled with top reporters praising her incredible resilience and her bravery for confronting that actress face-to-face, and the online forums that were previously attacking our household were completely flooded with supportive messages from ordinary citizens who were calling Emma the finest mother in the entire city, so the transition from yesterday's massive crisis to this peaceful evening felt absolutely complete. I heard the sliding glass door click open behind me, and Emma stepped out onto the concrete terrace wearing a comfortable grey

​THE CHASE IN THE PARK.​Nathan’s POV.The sound of tires screeching around the distant street corner had barely faded when Emma grabbed my arm with a terrifying grip, her face completely white as she pointed toward the unmarked grey sedan that was disappearing into the morning traffic, and I didn't waste a single second because I shoved my phone back into my pocket and barked a direct order to Mark who was already running toward our main security SUV. The engine roared to life instantly as we threw ourselves into the back seats, and the driver hit the gas pedal to clear the academy gates while tracking the grey vehicle's route through our dashboard navigation screen, the transition from our brief moment of family peace to a high-speed pursuit happening so fast that my blood was pumping with immediate aggression. The grey sedan tried to lose us by weaving through the crowded commercial lanes, but my driver was highly trained and managed to cut through a side deli