All Chapters of TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The world stopped moving around me.The roar of the helicopter rotors faded into a dull buzz in my ears. I stared at the nurse’s glowing tablet screen, my eyes wide with shock.My father. My sweet, loving father, Dr. Richard Carter.The man I had buried in a small green cemetery twenty years ago. The man whose memory I had cried over a thousand times.He wasn't dead."Vivian?" Arthur’s warm, steady voice broke through my frozen mind. His large hand gently gripped my shoulder, pulling me back to reality. "What is it, baby?"My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the tablet. "Arthur... look at this."Arthur leaned down, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned the live video feed.On the screen, two heavy industrial flashlights lit up a dark, dusty concrete room hidden under the hospital basement. Old metal filing cabinets stood against the damp walls. In the middle of the room sat a steel desk covered in thick yellow envelopes. But what made my heart stop was the large glass wall at the

The barrel of the heavy black handgun didn't shake.My real biological father, Dr. Richard Carter, stood in the doorway of the Swiss operating room. He wore a crisp dark coat over his tailored suit, his grey eyes cold as ice, pointing the gun straight at Arthur’s chest.My heart slammed against my ribs."Dad!" I screamed, taking a quick step forward and throwing my body between the gun barrel and Arthur. "What are you doing?! Put the gun down! Arthur is my husband! He saved my life!"Dr. Richard Carter didn't lower the weapon. He looked at me over my shoulder, his sharp features softening for a fraction of a second before turning cold again."Step away from him, Vivian," my father said, his voice deep, gravelly, and completely unyielding. "You don't know who this man really is. You think he's your savior? The Sinclair family is the reason Sophia abandoned you thirty years ago. Arthur’s father was the one who funded the Kingsley empire!""That's a lie!" I shouted, tears burning my eyes

My jaw went slack. The air in the room turned to pure ice.Standing out on that wet stone terrace, wearing a expensive silk dress like she owned the world, was Chloe.She looked through the heavy glass window, her cold eyes locking straight onto mine. She slowly raised her champagne glass, giving me a nasty, victorious smirk that made my blood boil."Chloe..." I choked out, taking a step toward the glass. "She's supposed to be locked up in a maximum-security prison! Arthur’s legal team put her away for twenty years!""Money breaks heavy iron bars, Vivian," Grandfather Charles Sinclair said smoothly from his high-backed leather chair. He took another slow sip of his amber whiskey, the firelight glowing against his sharp silver hair. "I paid off the state governor six months ago. To the American justice system, Chloe is officially a free woman."Arthur let out a deep, terrifying roar of pure rage. He lunged across the thick Persian rug, his massive hands reaching straight for his grandf

The bedroom was pitch black, save for the cold, unnatural light radiating from the palm of my hand. The phone screen glowed like a dying ember against the dark wallpaper, casting jagged shadows across the furniture. My breath caught in my throat. My fingers turned to solid ice, trembling so violently that I almost dropped the device onto the hardwood floor.I stared unblinkingly at the face of the woman staring back at me from the high-definition video.Dr. Evelyn Kingsley.She possessed the exact same dark hair that fell in clean, straight lines past her shoulders. She had the exact same sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, the exact same slender jawline, and the exact same piercing, ice-green eyes that I looked at in the mirror every single morning. But where my reflection always held warmth, empathy, and the quiet, steady desire to heal the broken, her eyes were completely dead. They were as dark, empty, and pitiless as a starless winter night over the ocean."Twin sister..." I whispere

The red digital numbers on the briefcase flashed like drops of fresh blood in the bright morning sunlight.00:07... 00:06... 00:05..."Everybody down!" Harrison screamed, diving headfirst behind the steel body of a federal SUV.The dozen federal marshals scattered instantly, hitting the wet gravel driveway and covering their heads.My heart froze in my chest. I stood beside Arthur on the porch steps, unable to move my feet. The sound of the ticking digital alarm cut through the wailing police sirens like a sharp knife.Evelyn Kingsley threw her head back and laughed–a wild, hysterical sound that sent a cold shiver straight down my spine."You think you won, Arthur?! You think you can trap a Kingsley?!" Evelyn shrieked, backing slowly toward her armored tactical truck as her mercenaries formed a protective wall of steel around her."Arthur, what is that thing?!" I gasped, grabbing the sleeve of his dark suit jacket, my eyes locked on the glowing red numbers. 00:03... 00:02...Arthur di