All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

(Lydia)Thomas and I sat across from each other in the hotel room, our plans for the next few days forming rapidly in our heads. It was clear that we couldn’t leave L.A. now, not with Nathan’s birthday party in just a few days. This was the opportunity we had been waiting for, and if we left the city, we might miss our only chance to gather the dirt we needed on him.“We’ll stay,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “At least until after the party. We need to see this through.”Thomas nodded, already pulling out his phone, “I’ll let my assistant know. She can move things around and make sure everything else is handled remotely.”I could hear him tapping away at his screen, his voice low as he made the necessary arrangements, but my mind was already elsewhere. I picked up my own phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Ruby’s number. I hadn’t checked in with her since yesterday, and it was unlike her not to send me updates about the kids.Mabel and Miles. I missed the

(Lydia)I dialed my Mama’s number after Thomas was done talking with Jack. My mind was racing with worry. Ruby had gone silent, and that wasn’t like her. Now I knew what the reason was and I tried reaching her again through texts, calls and everything but there was no response.The lack of response only made my anxiety worse. I needed to know what was going on, not just for my own peace of mind, but to make sure that Ruby was okay.The phone rang twice before I heard my mother’s familiar voice on the other end, “Hello?”“Mama,” I said, my voice coming out a bit too fast, “It’s Lydia. I need to talk to you about Ruby. Do you know what happened?”Mama sighed softly, and even over the phone, I could sense the weariness in her voice, “Oh, Lydia, it’s been a mess here. Ruby came home last night in tears. She packed up her things and told me she was heading over to Adam’s place.”I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to keep my voice steady when I said, “Did she say why? What happened t

(Thomas)As soon as Lydia left to meet Naomi, I found myself pacing the hotel room, my thoughts churning with too many unresolved questions. I kept glancing at my phone, debating whether to call or book a flight home. Should I go back, or stay here with Lydia for a few more days? My instinct told me that being here was important. I had agreed to stay without much hesitation because we needed to figure out this mess with Nathan. Lydia needed my support, and I couldn’t just walk away from her, not now. But at the same time, the situation back home seemed to be spiraling out of control. What had started as a slow-burning family conflict had turned into a fire I could no longer ignore. I had no idea my mother was capable of doing something like that. Every time I thought about it, my stomach twisted with a mixture of disbelief and anger. I could barely comprehend how far she had gone. How did it come to this? I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at my phone. I was stuck

(Lydia)When the half-hour mark finally hit, I could feel my pulse quicken. Every minute leading up to this moment had been weighed down by anxiety and anticipation. My eyes were glued to Nathan, who had long since slipped past the point of coherent speech. He was barely conscious now, swaying dangerously on top of the table as the people around him cheered and clapped, oblivious to how close he was to passing out. Naomi was standing beside him, playing the part of his loyal friend, but her eyes darted toward me in quick, purposeful glances. She was waiting for the right moment, just like we’d planned.Then, she moved. With a well-practiced gesture, she slid her arm under Nathan’s and gently tugged him off the table. He stumbled, nearly collapsing into her, and someone in the crowd called out, “He needs to lie down! Get him upstairs!”It was the perfect opportunity. Nathan was barely conscious, his movements sluggish, and in his drunken haze, he wouldn’t recognize any of us. I exchan

(Thomas)The door closed softly behind us, and the soft click echoed in the quiet of the hotel room. My fingers were still curled around the small pen that probably contained more than what it was worth. It was a mere piece of plastic and metal that felt heavier than it should. It held everything we had risked ourselves for, everything that could change everything. Yet, for the moment, none of that mattered.I glanced at Lydia. She was standing still, too still, in front of the mirror. Her eyes were distant, her hands bracing against the dresser, and I could almost feel the weight of her thoughts from across the room. We had been through so much, too much perhaps, and I could see it etched in every inch of her. I could see it in her taut muscles, the tired slump of her shoulders, and the quiet storm brewing behind her eyes.I slipped the pen into my pocket, the action automatic and the weight of it vanished from my palm, but the implications of what we had stolen didn’t. We were on t