บททั้งหมดของ After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

(Thomas)I could not understand what I had done to make Lydia so upset. I had noticed her withdrawing a little from me during dinner last night but I had not been able to pin-point what the exact reason for that was. I had thought that we would have a really good time. I had reserved the entire restaurant for the two of us because I wanted to be alone with her and spend some quality time together. But things haven't worked out that way. During dinner, I felt her clam herself up.I understood her concern about the distrust that she felt because of the rift that had been created in our relationship. I felt guilty for wedging this divide between us. But I was trying to push it away; I was trying to make it go away. Why were none of my attempts successful?And then, she would not pick up any of my calls either. I had driven over to her house. I had tried to fix things. But, Ruby and Jack had answered the door.“She’s too upset,” Ruby had said, “It would be best if you left her to herself

(Thomas)“What are you talking about?!” I exclaimed when Jack had finished. My head was spinning. This was too much information for my brain to handle all at once.Axiom had been one of Lombardi’s core partners right from the very beginning.“They were father’s friends!” I yelled.Jack let out a deep sigh. “I know,” he said.“How do we know that this Matthew guy isn’t lying?” I said.***Greg and Matthew stood before Jack and I. I peered at them, eyes hard and narrow, a cigar dangling from my fingers.“Do either of you have any proof,” I said, “for anything that you’re saying?”Greg nodded. He put his hand in his inside coat pocket, extracted a small bottle and placed it on the table.“It’s poison,” he said to me, “I was told to give it to Mrs. Lombardi.”I banged a fist on the table, furious.“Don’t say my wife’s name!” I yelled.Jack stood up, put a hand on my shoulder, and said, “I’ll handle this.”“It’s Greg, is it?” he said, turning towards the small man in front of me.Greg nodd

(Jack)Sarah petulantly narrowed her eyes at Thomas. “What do you mean?” she huffed, “On the day of our wedding?”I saw Thomas clench his fist but keep his composure. “Yes, Sarah,” he murmured slowly, “On the day of our wedding. Where were you?”Sarah cocked her head. “I was confronting you about your crime, wasn’t I?” she said, “For sleeping with that bitch?’Thomas shot up. “NO, YOU NEFARIOUS IMBECILE!” he roared, “WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT ALMOST NOON THAT DAY OUTSIDE MY WIFE’S HOUSE?!”Sarah’s nostrils flared. “You can’t talk to me like that!” she shrieked, also standing up.I needed to interject before this got out of hand.“Stop it, both of you!” I exclaimed.“Sarah,” I turned my face sharply at her, “We have video evidence of you wrecking Lydia’s car which will be used against you in the court of law. You will be sent to prison for attempting to murder her. And your parents will face similar charges for both Lydia as well as Thomas for the car accident that happened four years ag

(Thomas)Watching her barge away from me was devastating. But what could I say? I had brought all of this on to myself? I should have never let her go in the first place!Why had I been so stupid? How could I have been so stupid?According to Matthew, Sarah had been instructed by her parents to entrap me into marriage. But how could I have walked into that trap? How could I have abandoned the woman I loved?“Please, please, Thomas,” Lydia had wept before me, “I’m your wife, Lydia!”She had been holding my hand and squeezing it. I had rashly brushed it away and glared at her. She had sobbed and cried.How could I have done this to her? Could I not see in her eyes how much and how deeply she loved me? How could I have been so blind?“She’s just a nasty little gold-digger, Thomas,” Sarah had said to me as the priceless jewels that I had bought for her glittered at her collarbone, “She never cared for you – only your money. And all of us friends warned you against her. You just wouldn’t

(Lydia)“How are you feeling?” Mama asked me, clutching my hand tight as we sat on the sofa in front of the TV room. It had been like this for the past few days: I would come home from work and sit here silently with Mama.“Life has become surreal, Mama,” I said to her, “And not in a good way. I don’t understand why I can’t stop thinking about Thomas. I don’t understand why I keep missing him.”Mama squeezed my hand as my eyes welled up.“But I also can’t forgive him!” I sobbed, “I can’t forgive his cruelty towards me!”Mama put her arms around me. “Shush, Lyddie,” she murmured softly at me.But I could not stop crying.Thomas had been around to see the children. He would come home and play with them for a while every day. But, at those times, I would simply get up and leave.Why did it have to be this way?Mabel and Miles were noticing the tension between us. “Would you like to see what Mabel drew?” Thomas said the other day. The twins looked up at me expectantly.I blinked. “Mabel,