All Chapters of DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

​THE HIDDEN FORTUNE.​Emma’s POV.The morning after our quiet dinner on the terrace was very calm, and I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea while Pearl and Gina were finishing their breakfast before school, but the peaceful mood shifted slightly when Joel walked into the penthouse carrying a thick leather folder. He placed the folder onto the wooden table right next to my tea cup, and he looked at me with a very serious expression that made me wonder what kind of legal news he was bringing us so early in the day. Nathan walked over from the counter to join us, pulling out a chair to sit beside me while Joel opened the main ledger and pulled out several official documents with red wax seals at the top.​"Emma, I was reviewing your late father's corporate files to finish the final transfer of your old family accounts, and I found a forgotten trust fund that your father established over fifteen years ago before his original company was restructured," Joel explained, pointing h

​THE PROTECTIVE HUSBAND.​Nathan’s POV.The living room in the penthouse was completely quiet after Emma finished explaining the details of Derek's phone call, and I walked over to the glass window with my hands shoved deep into my pockets while my chest burned with absolute fury. The sheer nerve of Derek demanding ten million dollars and demanding to get Emma alone in an isolated office building downtown was completely unacceptable, and I turned around to face her with a very firm expression because there was no scenario in this world where I would ever let that broke fraudster stand near my wife without me standing right beside her. Emma was sitting on the sofa holding a cup of water, her fingers slightly shaking as she looked up at me, and Joel was standing by the table with his open briefcase, waiting to hear my final decision on the matter.​"There is absolutely no way you are going into that Fifth Avenue office building alone, Emma, and I do not care

​THE BROKEN PAPER.​Nathan’s POV.The second Derek slammed his hand down onto the table and raised his voice at Emma, I shoved the connecting door wide open and stepped into the consultation room with my guards right behind me, my patience completely gone as I moved across the floor before anyone could react. I grabbed Derek by his collar and slammed him back into his chair so hard that the frame rattled against the floor, and I leaned directly down into his face with a terrifying look that instantly silenced his foolish shouting, making his court-appointed lawyer shrink back into his seat while the precinct officers in the hallway opened the main door to see what was happening.​"You will never raise your hand or your voice at my wife ever again, Derek, and you are going to sit in that chair and listen to me very carefully before I decide your fate for the rest of your life," I said, my voice dropping into a low, deadly tone as my guards stepped up to block the exit doors, ensuring th

​TRACING THE DETONATOR.​Emma’s POV.The private elevator opened straight into our main hallway, and I walked through the penthouse entry with Nathan close behind me, feeling a deep sense of relief as the heavy front doors locked securely behind us to isolate our home from the chaotic street events on Fifth Avenue. I walked straight down the long corridor toward the playroom to check on Pearl and Gina, finding them sitting safely at the small play table with their nanny while drawing colorful pictures on large paper pads. I knelt down beside my daughters, wrapping my arms tightly around both of them while listening to Pearl chatter happily about her morning art lesson, and after kissing their foreheads and making sure they were completely happy and undisturbed, I stood up and walked back out into the main living room to find Nathan and Mark heading into the private study to review the initial investigation reports.​"The girls are completely fine and playi

​THE SMUGGLED LINE.​Emma’s POV.The penthouse study was quiet as I sat at the table reviewing the final bank statements from my father's forty-million-dollar trust, and my phone began ringing on the table top with an unfamiliar local harbor number. The transition from the police activity down at the abandoned pier to this quiet afternoon had been fast, so I picked up the phone immediately and placed it against my ear, listening to the hurried voice of an old clerk who used to work alongside my father years ago.​"Emma, I am calling you directly from the harbor administrative office because I overheard something disturbing during the board prep meeting twenty minutes ago," the harbor clerk said, speaking in a low, rushed voice as if he was watching the door behind him. "One of Derek's old business associates just walked into the building with a thick stack of falsified safety reports, and he is trying to push the administrative board into freezing all of Z