Alle Kapitel von TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

The morning sun broke through the remaining rain clouds, casting long, golden beams across the glass dining table.Vivian sat near the open window, quietly sipping her morning tea while reviewing a printed stack of patient schedules for the upcoming week at St. Matthew Medical Center. The house was calm, filled with the gentle sounds of distant cutlery clinking in the pantry and Emma softly singing a children's rhyme in her upstairs bedroom.Across the table, Arthur sat with his dark hair freshly combed, wearing a tailored charcoal suit jacket over an open-collared white shirt. His tablet lay flat on the tablecloth, displaying the morning financial indices, but his focus was entirely on Vivian. His dark grey eyes observed her every movement with a quiet, watchful tenderness."You slept deeply last night," Arthur said softly, his low voice cutting smoothly through the quiet room. "No waking up at 3:00 AM to double-check patient charts."Vivian looked up from her papers, a warm, genuine

The high, soft laughter of children echoed across the grand stone patio of the Sinclair estate as the late afternoon sun turned the sky into shades of orange and soft purple.Vivian stood near the wide double glass doors of the sunroom, wearing a soft lavender sweater and dark trousers. She held a warm mug of chamomile tea in both hands, watching her daughter run across the manicured green lawn. Following the triumphant presentation at St. Matthew Medical Center earlier that afternoon, the house felt lighter than ever. The heavy cloud of past legal battles and lingering ghosts had completely cleared, leaving behind a deep, peaceful quiet.Out on the grass, Emma was showing Nurse Clara how to do a victory dance, her bright pink ribbons bouncing with every jump."Look at me, Clara!" Emma cheered, spinning around until her skirt puffed out. "I'm the chief presenter!""You certainly are, little miss," Clara said with a warm laugh, holding out a soft towel as Emma trotted back toward the p

The golden afternoon light poured through the tall windows of the Sinclair estate dining room, illuminating a long wooden table laid out with fresh porcelain plates, silver cutlery, and bowls of homemade pasta.Vivian stood near the head of the table, wrapping a linen napkin around a warm basket of garlic bread. She wore a soft cream knit sweater with rolled-up sleeves and dark blue jeans, her hair tied in a loose braid over one shoulder. Three days had passed since the groundbreaking ceremony for the new Benjamin Carter Pediatric Heart Center, and the peaceful warmth of a regular Sunday afternoon felt like the greatest reward after years of struggle."Mom, can I put the red napkins next to the big spoons?" Emma asked, trotting into the room with a small stack of cloth napkins pressed against her chest. She wore a yellow sun dress, her cheeks bright from playing out on the patio with Nurse Clara.Vivian leaned down, smoothing a stray lock of dark hair behind Emma's ear. "You certainly

The first rays of dawn painted the eastern sky in soft strokes of pink and gold, scattering the ocean mist over the manicured grounds of the Sinclair estate.Vivian woke slowly, feeling the steady warmth of Arthur’s arm resting over her waist. The soft linen sheets felt crisp against her skin, and the quiet sound of gentle waves crashing below the cliff brought a deep sense of calm. She turned her head slightly to look at Arthur. In the dim morning light, his sharp, commanding features looked relaxed, free of the intense pressures of his corporate empire.She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead.Arthur’s eyes opened instantly. His dark grey eyes focused on her, filled with an immediate, conscious warmth. Without a word, he pulled her closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple."Good morning, my love," Arthur murmured, his low voice rough with sleep. "You're awake early.""I was listening to the tide," Vivian replied softly, resting he

The soft morning light trickled through the sheer white curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm golden glow over the plush linen sheets.Vivian woke up slowly, her body still feeling the light, pleasant tiredness from the previous day's emergency surgery. She turned on her side, resting her cheek against her pillow. Beside her, Arthur was already awake, sitting propped up against the padded leather headboard in a simple grey cotton shirt. He was looking down at a thin paper report, but the moment she shifted, he set the papers onto the nightstand.His dark grey eyes softened instantly as he looked down at her. He reached out, his broad hand gently resting on her shoulder, his long fingers trailing warm patterns against her skin."Good morning, my hero," Arthur murmured softly, his low voice rough with early morning warmth.Vivian let out a small, quiet laugh, sliding closer to him and resting her head against his broad chest. "Please don't call me that, Arthur. I was just doing