All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

(Thomas)It’s been a full day since Nathan slipped through our fingers, and I can’t shake the frustration. The way he managed to find the one weak spot, the one window that wasn’t reinforced, it feels like a punch to the gut. I’ve been playing it over and over in my head, trying to make sense of how we could have missed something so obvious. George had done a thorough job, but it wasn’t enough. I should’ve checked it myself. I should’ve made sure everything was perfect. I failed to protect Lydia and Ruby, and that’s what eats away at me the most. We’d planned so carefully, and yet Nathan managed to outsmart us.We couldn’t even use the footage we had because like always, his face was all covered up. He could easily prove that it wasn't him.I sighed as I stared at the file in my hands. The fear in Lydia’s eyes, the way her hands shook after it happened…I can’t get that image out of my head. She’s been trying to act strong, to keep going, but I know this has taken a toll on her. I’ve

(Lydia)When Thomas told me he wouldn’t be coming to D.C. with me, the words hit me like a cold wind. My chest tightened, my hands went still, and I couldn’t help but feel that maybe he didn’t care enough anymore. Maybe I was being unreasonable, but wasn’t this important to both of us? I swallowed hard, trying to mask my disappointment with a calm nod. I knew how much the company meant to him. It was his father’s legacy, after all, and Thomas had worked tirelessly to maintain the position he held today. The board was always circling like vultures, waiting for the slightest sign of weakness. No, he wouldn’t leave that responsibility in anyone else’s hands. It was too important, too personal.But it still stung. I know how tired he is. How exhausting it must have been to pour so much energy, so much of ourselves, into the plan to catch Nathan, only to fail. We’d been so close, but Nathan slipped through our fingers like smoke. That failure still hangs heavy in the air between us, unsp

(Jack)After Thomas left, I leaned back in my chair and went back to staring out the window again. His words still echoed in my mind. None of this was your failure. Maybe he was right, maybe the media storm that followed my statement wasn’t entirely on me. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that things might have been different if I’d taken a stand earlier. If I’d gone against our mother from the beginning instead of letting her pull the strings, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here in this mess.I let out a long breath, rubbing my temples. Mother had always been difficult, but when she started meddling in my life, in Ruby’s life, I should’ve put a stop to it. Ruby had tried to warn me, had tried to make me see how much of an influence our mother was having on everything. But I’d been blind. Stubborn, even. I’d believed that I could keep things separate, that mother’s interference wouldn’t reach that far. But I was wrong. If I’d stood up to her, if I’d set boundaries early on, maybe Ruby a

(Jack)I felt a knot in my stomach as Thomas and I walked down the hallway toward the boardroom. The echo of our footsteps bounced off the polished floors, and I could feel the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on my shoulders. I had told Thomas that I’d handle it, that I was ready to step up and take control, but there was still that gnawing fear in the back of my mind. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if I couldn’t pull us out of this?I glanced over at Thomas, his face calm but tight with worry. We hadn’t said much to each other since this morning. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust each other, we did. But the stakes were high, and both of us knew it.“Jack, are you sure about this?” Thomas asked, his voice low as we neared the door. I nodded and said, “Yeah, I’ve got this. Just trust me.”He looked at me for a moment, and I could tell he wanted to say more, but instead, he nodded back and let it drop. I knew he was counting on me, and that was all the motivation I ne

(Lydia)The car ride to the airport was quieter than usual, the kind of silence that felt thick with unsaid words and unresolved emotions. Thomas sat beside me, his hands gripping the steering wheel just a little too tightly, and I could feel his tension, mirroring my own. I glanced out the window, watching the familiar scenery rush by, knowing that soon I’d be leaving it all behind, if only for a little while.I turned to look at Thomas, taking in the familiar lines of his face, the way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he drove. He caught me looking and gave me a small, tired smile.“I hate this,” he admitted softly, “Dropping you off like this. Not being able to go with you.”I reached over, resting my hand on his arm, “I know. I hate it too.”We pulled into the airport parking lot, and the tension between us seemed to grow even heavier. As we parked, Thomas turned to me fully, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a seriousness in them that made my chest tighten.“Lyd