All Chapters of TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The midday sun beat down warmly on the open courtyard of St. Matthew Medical Center. The scent of grilled burgers, fresh lemonade, and sweet roasted corn drifted across the lawn, where dozens of doctors, nurses, and construction workers sat together at long folding tables.Laughter and energetic conversation echoed off the brick walls. Everyone was celebrating the completion of the foundation pillars for the new Benjamin Carter Pediatric Heart Center.Vivian sat near the middle table, holding a tall plastic cup of iced tea. Her dark hair swayed gently in the light afternoon breeze. She watched with a soft, radiant smile as Arthur sat across from her, carefully cutting a small piece of grilled chicken for Emma."Make sure you eat your carrots too, Chief Inspector," Arthur said, his low voice full of warmth as he set the paper plate down in front of Emma.Emma, wearing her bright yellow dress and her favorite paper inspector hat, picked up her plastic fork with supreme confidence. "I ne

I stood frozen beside Arthur’s massive mahogany desk. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, and cold."Say that again, Miller," Arthur said. His voice was super quiet, but it carried a deadly edge that made every attorney in the room sit up straight.Miller swallowed hard. His face was completely pale. "The lead engineer just called from the courtyard, sir. Federal marshals are at the construction gate right now. They're slapping a yellow cease-and-desist order onto the main crane."My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird."They can't do that," I said, stepping toward the high glass window that overlooked the east wing. My hands were shaking, so I balled them into tight fists at my sides. "We have pediatric patients coming in next month. The concrete pour for the ground-floor trauma unit is set for seven o'clock tomorrow morning!"Arthur walked up behind me. He didn't say a word at first. He just wrapped his warm, solid arm around my waist, pulling me back against his b

That single word–Mommy–tore through my chest like a white-hot knife.My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. All I could do was stare into those big, dark almond eyes looking back at me from across the hotel room.The little boy took one small, hesitation step forward. He was trembling. His dark blue jacket looked a little too big on his narrow shoulders."Leo! Sit down right now!" Victoria shrieked, her face turning red with sudden rage. She lunged across the broken coffee cup on the floor and grabbed the boy's thin arm, pulling him violently back behind her skirt. "Don't you dare speak to that woman! She is not your mother!""Get your hands off him!" I roared.The motherly instinct inside me exploded like dynamite. I didn't care about legal orders. I didn't care about Victoria's money or her court threats. I crossed the room in three fast strides.Victoria raised her hand, her long red nails reaching out as if she wanted to scratch my eyes out. "Don't touch

I stared at those six terrible words written in bright red lipstick.YOU MAY HAVE THE BOY, VIVIAN. BUT I STILL HAVE ADRIAN'S WILL.The white paper trembled in my hand. A cold wind blew across the stone porch of our estate, but the chill inside my chest was ten times worse."Adrian's will?" I whispered, looking up at Harrison. "Adrian died years ago. His estate was settled during our divorce, and whatever was left went straight to pay off his gambling debts. What is she talking about?""I don't know yet, Vivian," Harrison said, wiping sweat from his forehead with a white handkerchief. "When Adrian died, we assumed he had no hidden assets left. But if Victoria has a secondary will signed in secret before his death, she could use it to challenge everything you own."Arthur reached out, gently pulling the paper from my fingers. He didn't even look at the red writing. He folded the paper in half and handed it right back to Harrison."It doesn't matter what paper she holds," Arthur said, hi

The ground beneath my feet seemed to tilt. The orange glow from the burning barn danced across Thomas’s twisted, sweaty face.Arthur Sinclair's real father killed yours.The words echoed inside my head like a heavy, copper bell. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. My eyes slowly shifted from Thomas’s sneering face to Arthur.Arthur stood completely still. His hand was still gripped tightly around Thomas’s collar, but his face had turned to pure white marble. His jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscles straining beneath his skin. But he didn't say a word. He didn't deny it. He didn't roar in anger.He just stared at Thomas with a terrifying, dead silence."Arthur?" I whispered, my voice sounding small and weak against the roar of the distant fire. "Arthur, tell him he's lying. Tell me it's a sick trick."Arthur didn't look at me. His grip on Thomas's shirt trembled slightly, but he kept his eyes locked on the accountant. "Vance," Arthur said, his voice terrifyingly quiet. "Tak