All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

(Lydia)As soon as the kids were tucked into bed that evening, I sat on the edge of the couch, waiting for Thomas to come back from his office. My thoughts were heavy, swirling with everything that had happened at lunch. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about it yet, not with dinner and the bedtime routine to get through. But now that the house was quiet, it was time. I couldn’t let another day go by without telling him.I heard Thomas's footsteps approaching, the familiar sound of him rubbing his hands together as he walked, a habit he had whenever he was deep in thought. When he walked into the room, he saw me sitting there, staring off into space, and he immediately knew something was wrong."Hey," he said softly, coming over and sitting next to me, "What’s on your mind?"I sighed, leaning back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where to begin. “It’s about Mabel and Miles,” I said finally, my voice low but steady, “Something happened at school

(Lydia)As I sat on the couch, the soft hum of the evening settling in around me, I felt an uneasy tension in the air. Thomas had been in his office longer than I expected, and my mind raced with thoughts of what he might be dealing with. The news from the kids still weighed heavily on my heart. We had a meeting with the principal tomorrow but I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that Nathan might somehow be lurking, ready to unleash more chaos in our lives.When the front door opened, I turned, my heart skipping a beat as Thomas stepped inside. He looked worn but composed, a smile breaking through his fatigue as he caught my eye. But there was something else in his expression, something guarded.“Hey,” I greeted, standing up and moving toward him, instinctively reaching for his hand, “How did it go? Is everything okay?”He nodded, but I could tell it was a rehearsed motion. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he paused, the smile fading slightly, then he said, “Just the usual back-and-forth

(Thomas)The steady hum of the city traffic felt distant as the car stopped in front of the building where George’s office was located. Lydia and I got out and were immediately flanked by the bodyguards, which included Roger and Gerard. After everything we’ve been through, I trusted only a few people and they were in that list. It was our second visit this week, and the weight of the situation sat heavily on my chest. Nathan’s threats had started to escalate, but the discovery of his connection to a drug case was what really pushed us to take further action. And now, George had called us in again, saying there was more.I glanced at Lydia beside me. She looked calm on the outside, but I could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were slightly hunched, her fingers nervously adjusting the strap of her purse. This was starting to take its toll on both of us, but she wouldn’t admit it, not yet. I reached over and squeezed her hand, offering a quiet reassurance that we we

(Thomas)The USB sat on the table between us like a loaded gun, its small, unassuming form hiding the weight of everything it represented. Lydia stood across from me, her arms crossed, eyes fixed on it, as if by sheer will alone, she could speed up time and get us to the end of this nightmare. I wanted that too, more than anything.But I also knew the fight wasn’t over.George, standing near the window, glanced at his watch before looking back at us. He’d been the most level-headed out of all of us, the one who knew how to navigate the web of legal maneuvers Nathan’s team would throw at us. Even still, I could tell he was on edge, just like we were.“This is it,” I said, my voice sounding calm, though my pulse raced beneath the surface, “We’ve done everything we can. Collected all the information we could. Now it’s in their hands.”Lydia nodded but didn’t say anything. Her gaze didn’t waver from the USB, as if seeing it there, ready to be handed over, made this all feel real for the f

(Thomas)The courtroom lights felt blinding as we walked in, the buzz of cameras flashing just outside the doors still echoing in my ears. Lydia’s hand was in mine, her grip tight, and I could feel the tension in every muscle of her body. I squeezed her hand gently, hoping to give her some comfort, though I knew I was in no better shape. The media frenzy outside had been relentless, even before Nathan’s formal charges were announced. And now, it was like being thrown into a lion’s den.Things had moved swiftly after all the evidence was with the law. And with the connections I had, the trial became the top priority for everyone.Nathan was finally where he belonged, in the defendant’s chair, formally charged with crimes I had spent months believing I’d never see him held accountable for. But as much as this trial should have been about his guilt, it had become something else. It had become a spectacle, a theater for the public to feast on.I felt the weight of a hundred eyes on us as