Alle Kapitel von TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Sunday morning broke over the coast with a sky as smooth and blue as polished glass. The heavy autumn rains from the day before had washed the air clean, leaving the gardens around the Sinclair estate smelling of pine needles, wet roses, and fresh sea salt.In the sunlit kitchen, sunlight streamed through the high bay windows, creating warm patches on the dark hardwood floor. Vivian stood near the counter, wearing a soft cream cashmere sweater and comfortable slate-grey trousers. She poured hot water into a porcelain teapot, watching the steam curl gently toward the ceiling.From behind, pair of strong arms slipped around her waist. Arthur pulled her back against his broad chest, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. His morning shadow scraped against her cheek, sending a familiar wave of comfort straight to her heart."You look far too thoughtful for a Sunday morning, Chairwoman," Arthur murmured, his voice deep and gravelly with lingering sleep. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss

The polished mahogany doors of the main conference hall swung open with a soft, heavy thud.Vivian stepped out into the quiet corridor, rolling the tight tension out of her shoulders. The three-hour meeting with the regional health board had gone smoothly, but sitting through endless financial slides and administrative reports always drained her far more than a six-hour open-heart operation.Across the marble foyer, Arthur stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass entrance, his long legs crossed at the ankle as he read through a document on his phone. The late afternoon light caught the silver at his temples, softening the hard, commanding lines of his jaw. The moment he heard her heels clicking against the floor, he slipped his phone into his jacket pocket and walked toward her with broad, unhurried steps."They signed off on the full expansion budget," Vivian said, letting out a small, relieved breath as she reached him.Arthur’s hand found the small of her back, his touch broad and war

The steady patter of rainfall on the teak deck gradually quieted into a gentle drizzle.Inside the warm, paneled main cabin of the Horizon, the air smelled of rich coffee and fresh sea air. Vivian stood by the small galley stove, holding two ceramic mugs as the soft yellow lights of the interior cast a cozy glow against the darkening cove outside.Through the large bay windows, the towering granite cliffs surrounding the bay stood like silent guardians, blocking the high winds that continued to whip the open ocean beyond the point.Arthur sat on the plush leather bench near the dining table, a small toolkit open beside him. He adjusted the final screw on the backup battery housing, his broad hands moving with calm, disciplined precision."The port generator is running smoothly," Arthur said, setting the screwdriver aside and looking up at her. "The main cabin has full power, heating, and fresh water. The disabled starboard engine can wait until the coast guard mechanic arrives on Satu

The starboard engine fired up with a deep, steady hum that vibrated through the floorboards of the salon.Arthur stood at the helm, monitoring the twin pressure gauges on the dashboard while Miller packed his tool bag on the aft deck. The mechanical failure was officially behind them, leaving only the calm, deep waters of the bay stretching out toward the high northern cliffs."Everything is clear below deck, Mr. Sinclair," Miller called out, stepping through the sliding glass doors into the main cabin. "Pressure is holding at ninety pounds. You’re good to go all the way up the coast.""Thank you, Miller," Arthur said, reaching into his pocket and handing the technician a generous cash tip alongside the signed work order. "I appreciate you getting out here so early.""Just doing my job, sir. You folks have a fine weekend." Miller gave a short nod to Vivian and Emma before stepping back onto his yellow workboat, casting off the mooring lines.As the small service vessel chugged back to

The gentle morning breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine through the open terrace doors of the Sinclair estate.Vivian stood near the long kitchen island, holding a mug of warm herbal tea as she watched the sun rise over the manicured lawns. The house was quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of the grand clock in the foyer and the distant chirping of morning birds.On the kitchen counter sat her father’s primary research journal, bound in dark worn leather. Vivian reached out, resting her hand lightly against the smooth cover. Over the past three days, she had spent her early mornings reading through Professor Benjamin Carter’s hand-written notes, filling fresh yellow legal pads with her own ideas for expanding the pediatric heart program at St. Matthew Medical Center.A pair of warm, solid arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against a broad chest.Arthur rested his chin softly on top of her head, his deep breathing steady against her back. He was weari