All Chapters of Too Late Mr Blackwood : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava : POV It was 8:34 p.m. when I checked the time again. My husband still wasn't home. The candles were already burning low, and the food I had prepared was getting cold.I checked the clock again.8:41 p.m.I carefully arranged the table with our favorite song playing softly in the background. I had prepared his favorite meal and the gift I wanted to surprise him with. I rubbed my stomach, smiling as I imagined his reaction.I was wearing a red dress because Damien loved seeing me in red.I checked the time again.9:20 p.m.He had promised he would be home by seven. Where was he? I picked up my phone and sent him another text."Baby, are you still coming home? It's getting late. Did something happen? Please hurry. The food is getting cold."I pressed send and waited for a few minutes, but he didn't respond. The message showed as read. Damien had never ignored my messages before, not even the ones I'd sent by mistake.Maybe he was in a board meeting.But Damien had never missed our

AVA: Pov. I didn’t leave the hotel room for four days. The curtains stayed closed. The only light came from the television I couldn’t bring myself to turn off. Every channel played the same thing. Damien’s face. Damien’s voice. Damien calling me a thief in front of the entire city. I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees pulled tightly to my chest and watched him destroy me over and over. “I never knew the woman I married was nothing but a hardened criminal.” The words kept looping. I pressed my hands over my ears, but I could still hear them. They sank into my skin and stayed there. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the look on his face when he handed me the divorce papers. Cold. Certain. Already finished with me. On the second day I stopped eating. On the third day I stopped checking the time. The room smelled like stale air and the leftover takeout I hadn’t touched. My phone stayed face down on the nightstand. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing another headline with my n

Damien: Pov. I sat in my study the next morning with my phone in my hand and the weight of my mother’s words still pressing against my chest. Vanessa’s name glowed on the screen. I had been staring at it for a long time. Five years. That was how long we had been together before I walked away and married someone else. The memory of those years sat quietly in the back of my mind — the dinners, the plans, the way she used to look at me like I was steady and certain. I had promised her a future once. Then I met Ava and everything changed. I pressed the call button before I could change my mind. She answered on the third ring. “Damien?” Her voice was careful, almost cold. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time,” I said. “No. I just wasn’t expecting to hear from you.” There was a short silence on the line. I could hear the faint sound of her breathing. “I’ve been thinking,” I said. “About us. About everything that happened.” She let out a quiet, humorless breath. “Everything that h

**POV: Nathaniel The office was almost silent. Everyone else had left hours ago. The only light left on the floor came from my desk lamp. I sat staring at my phone, thumb hovering over a name I should have deleted a long time ago. Ava. I told myself I only wanted to know she was safe. That was the clean version. The real reason sat heavier in my chest. If Damien ever learned the full truth, she would go back to him. I could not let that happen. Not after everything I had already lost. Not after everything I had done. I pressed the call button. Nothing. Not even a ring. Just the automated message saying the number was not reachable. I lowered the phone slowly and leaned back in the chair. The silence in the office felt thicker than before. I have watched Damien have her for years. Her trust. Her life. Her future. I had stood beside them and smiled through all of it, Now she was gone, and for the first time the space she left behind felt like an opening instead of only a wound.

Nathaniel: POV I was scared to enter Damien's office. I didn't know why he had asked me to come. Had my assistant told him what she saw?I opened the door and walked in. My assistant was already sitting there, and my heart started beating fast. I moved slowly toward them, each step feeling heavier than the last.When I reached Damien's desk, my eyes went straight to her face, hoping she would give me some kind of sign. She wouldn't look at me. She kept her eyes down, and that made my fear even worse.What was she doing here? God, this idiot must have told Damien what she saw. Why couldn't this girl keep her mouth shut? How was I going to defend myself? Damien was going to find out I'd been sleeping with his woman."Nathaniel, sit down." Damien's voice was firm, leaving no room for delay. "There is a problem at hand, and we need to solve it now."I slowly pulled out the chair and sat down. My eyes went back to my assistant, but she still wouldn't look at me. I was beginning to think t