Semua Bab My Ex Husband's Greatest Regret : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Caroline's POV Tyrone remained near the door after my last words. He did not leave right away. Instead, he took a few steps closer and crossed his arms over his chest. His brown eyes stayed fixed on me, his hot tattoes flexed on his chocolate biceps..... I was silly, I noticed the way his eyes were searching my face as if he was trying to read what I was really planning. “Fake investors,” he said slowly. “That’s not a small request. What exactly are you planning to do with them once they’re in place? And how are you going to feel if Peter shows up tomorrow night and sees all of this? The mansion. The title. The way people are already treating you?” I stayed seated on the edge of the bed. My hands rested quietly in my lap. I did not look away from him. He would soon understand, because I wasn't going to play it safe and make Peter jealous. I would bleed him dry till he is on my knees begging for mercy. The Lockwood empire doesn't know what is coming for them. “Don’t ask so many que

Caroline's POV Tyrone let out a soft breath and shook his head, a small, almost embarrassed smile forming on his lips. “Caroline, listen to me,” he said. His voice was steady and calm. “That man is an old family friend. He’s dramatic and likes to tease me with that ridiculous title. He’s been doing it for years. It means nothing.” I searched his face. There was no tension left in his shoulders. His eyes stayed open and direct. The earlier stiffness I thought I had seen was already gone. “It really sounded serious,” I said, still uncertain. “I know,” he replied. “That’s how he talks. If you had stayed on the call longer, you would have heard him laughing about it afterward. It’s nothing more than an old joke between us.” The explanation settled over me slowly. The shock that had tightened my chest began to ease. Of course it was a joke. Tyrone had been by my side through everything. He had protected me, stayed quiet when I needed space, and never once given me a reason to doubt h

Caroline's POV I left the study and started walking down the long hallway toward my room. The orientation had lasted longer than expected, and my mind was still turning over the details of the company structure. I barely noticed Tyrone falling into step beside me until he spoke. “You know,” he said lightly, “for someone who claimed she still had a lot to learn, you handled those lawyers like you’d been running the place for years.” I glanced at him. “I was just paying attention.” “Paying attention?” He let out a quiet laugh. “You corrected their share structure explanation and started giving instructions before they finished the first folder. They didn’t know what to do with you.” I shook my head, though a small smile pulled at my mouth. “You’re exaggerating.” “I’m not,” he replied. “I was standing there the whole time. One of them actually stopped mid-sentence when you asked about the European contracts. I’ve never seen a lawyer look that impressed and that nervous at the same

Caroline's POVThe rest of the gala passed in a blur of polite conversations, camera flashes, and carefully measured smiles. I delivered the short address the lawyers had prepared. The room responded with the appropriate applause. Board members congratulated me. Investors introduced themselves. Through it all, I kept my expression controlled and my answers precise.Peter remained at the edge of the crowd for most of the evening. Every time I happened to glance in his direction, his eyes were already on me. I did not give him the satisfaction of holding the look.By the time the event began to wind down, my feet ached and my face felt stiff from maintaining the same composed expression for hours. Tyrone appeared at my side as the final guests started leaving.“The car is ready,” he said.I nodded and followed him toward the private exit. The night air outside was cooler. The moment we stepped into the back of the car, I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes for a few

Caroline's POVThe request for a meeting came through my assistant late in the afternoon. Peter wanted to see me. Urgently and he gave no details. Only that it was important.I almost refused. Then I changed my mind....I knew exactly what this was about. A mere financial loss and he's breaking... He's forgetting he made me lose alot...my son...I let out a deep breath and let him come.When he was shown into my office at the Harrington building, I remained seated behind the desk. I did not stand. I did not offer him a seat right away. I simply looked at him.He looked worse than he had at the gala. The sharp confidence he used to carry was gone. His suit was still expensive, but it hung on him differently. There were shadows under his eyes. His hands, when he finally stopped fidgeting with them, had a slight tremor.“Caroline,” he said. His voice was rougher than usual. “Thank you for seeing me.”I gestured toward the chair across from me. “Sit.”He sat. For a moment neither of us sp