All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Lydia)The last three weeks have been a whirlwind. We have traveled through Aspen, Aurora, and Boulder before making our final performance at Colorado Springs. I received so much praise and accolade from the audience there that I was glad I signed up for this.While I was touring, Adam phoned to let me know that he had signed on to a contractual research position for the Children’s Welfare Foundation for Leukemia. Since Adam had been one of the top candidates for the job, CWFL had been chasing him for a while now. But now that he was finally here, he had accepted the role.“Good luck for your tour,” he had said, sounding genuinely pleased at my report to him, “I know you’ll do great!”I had dreamed of acting since I was a little girl. And I felt that pursuing this goal now was important in the upbringing of my children. I needed to set a strong example for them so that Mabel and Miles, too, would grow up to chase after their passions.Even though we FaceTimed every day, multiple time

(Thomas)The sound of a woman’s scream cut through the crowd and everyone froze in their tracks. I hastily grabbed a hold of Jack’s arm and instructed him, “Get the party back to normal. I’ll go check and see what happened!”Jack immediately gave the guests a warm smile and began an entertaining monologue. I shot through the lawn towards the building and skitted through the half-open doorway. Part-running and part-sliding across the floor, I caught sight of Sarah crumpled on the floor and Lydia standing over and staring down, irate but clearly befuddled.“What happened?” I panted as I helped Sarah up.“She – she pushed me,” Sarah whimpered, dusting off her dress.And then she began to wail.I looked over at Lydia. Her round, innocent face exhibited outraged confusion. Sarah continued yowling in despair. I hushed her, “There are guests outside!”I turned back towards Lydia. Her expressions had morphed into contempt. She held out a fist before I could speak.Nodding, and silently plead

(Lydia)Ruby hopped into the passenger seat and flung her bag into the backseat. I had rented a car, tired of all the taxi cabs. For the bubbly person that she was, my sister turned the knob on the radio. A pop song by an emerging artist started reverberating through the doors.“How was university?” I asked her.“University was great,” she responded with enthusiasm, “But more importantly, how are you doing? How were the rehearsals at the new theater today? Are you considering getting back together with Thomas? How is Adam? What about the twins? And how is … Jack?”She chuckled to herself at the end of her interrogation.“The rehearsals were great but Sarah showed up—“Ruby gasped.“I won’t waste more time talking about either her or Thomas. Adam is doing well. I saw him on Saturday. The twins are enjoying their time in the city … And about Jack,”I turned to look at her, “You can see him for yourself tonight. We’re going out for drinks with Grace and Chadwick.”I spun the steering wh

(Sarah)I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom. I had spent the entire day yesterday ruminating over my altercation with Lydia and Jack. How dare Jack have asked me to leave! I was his future sister-in-law!I chewed a nail and thought further about it. Jack wasn’t important right now; I needed to figure out how to get back together with Thomas. My head felt hot from rage as I recounted how, over the past few days, my life had gone so off-track.I would be Thomas’s wife, whether he liked it or not!I unlocked my phone to dial but was distracted by the notification of Jack’s new Instagram story. My eyes widened in shock and my jaw dropped in horror when I opened it. Lydia had gone clubbing with Thomas last night! There she was sipping drinks in a sexy black dress and slutty gold jewelry! She was chuckling in delight at her victory of having stolen Thomas away from me.I let out a resounding scream of fury, shaking with fear and unable to contain my wrath any longer.I was

(Lydia)I rubbed my sweaty palms together, curled them into fists, and brought the fists up to my nose. Thomas had said, “I’m coming over” and then immediately hung up. I didn’t understand why he had to drive all the way over to the theater when we could have easily discussed this on the phone. But by the time I had even opened my mouth to speak, he had probably already been in his car. I paced around the lobby of the theater building and then stopped by a water dispenser. I poured myself a glass and then sat down on one of the squishy leather sofas by the entrance.Slowly, I sipped my water. I was still feeling a little jittery when my phone chimed.“I’m here,” Thomas had texted.And then he bolted through the entrance. He looked dashing in his charcoal gray suit and the receptionist immediately stood up to greet him. I did too, but he gave me a quick wave and gestured to me to sit back down. After a short word with the receptionist, he came over to the leather sofas to join me. “Tw