All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

(Thomas)Just as Lydia and I slipped through the doorway, a flashlight beam cut across our path, blinding us for a second. My pulse quickened, my instincts screaming that this wasn’t over. Figures emerged from the shadows, armed men blocking our exit, their eyes cold and unyielding. Then, stepping out from the dim light, his lips curled in a self-satisfied sneer, was Nathan.“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with venomous glee, “Looks like you two are even stupider than I thought.” He crossed his arms, cocking his head to one side as he sized us up. “I expected more from you, Thomas. Especially after all the mess you made trying to come after me.”His gaze shifted to Lydia, lingering too long, his expression smug and unsettling. “And Lydia,” he sneered, “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson by now. You put up quite the fight, didn’t you?” He chuckled, the sound low and full of menace.The fury in my veins flared white-hot, but I kept my face impassive. I couldn’t let

(Lydia)As I settled into the comforting embrace of the small but cozy bed, exhaustion swept over me like a heavy blanket. I felt the warmth of Thomas’s body beside me on the chair, his steady presence a balm to the chaos that had filled my life just hours before. The doctor had left, and I was grateful for his quick assessment, but more than that, I was grateful for Thomas. Just knowing he was here made me feel like I could breathe again.My mind, however, kept drifting. I wanted to see Mabel and Miles. I wanted to hold them in my arms, to feel their little bodies pressed against mine, to breathe in their familiar scents of crayons and cookies. I knew Thomas had told them I was away at work, and I felt a mix of relief and guilt over that. They didn’t need to be burdened with the truth, not after everything they’d already been through. The idea of them worrying about me made my heart ache, but I was thankful that Thomas had been able to shield them from the harsh realities of what h

(Thomas)The news broke like a storm across every screen, radio, and social media platform. I could hardly believe it myself as I sat in my office, the glow of my laptop illuminating the dread that hung heavy in the air. Nathan’s arrest had been announced, but it was the details that sent shockwaves through me. The media had caught wind of everything, the kidnapping, the assault, and the lives he had taken. It felt surreal, the kind of thing you read in thrillers or see in movies, not something that happened in real life, not to my family.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the wave of emotions crashing over me. I had fought so hard to keep Lydia safe, to protect her from the consequences of Nathan’s wrath. Yet here we were, thrust into the spotlight again, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. It was the same feeling that had gnawed at me since the moment Nathan threatened her, since the moment I had let my guard down, thinking we were out of reach.As I

(Ruby)Sitting on the plush carpet of the living room, surrounded by the vibrant colors of the kids’ toys, I felt a bittersweet pang in my heart. Mabel and Miles, with their bright eyes and innocent laughter, had taken over my thoughts since the day Lydia returned home. I loved being here with them, but it was clear that my time in the mansion was coming to an end.“Ruby, will you leave?” Mabel asked, her small hands clutching a stuffed bunny tightly to her chest. Her big brown eyes were wide with worry, and I felt my heart ache at the sight of her.“I have to, sweetie,” I replied gently, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “I need to focus on my boutique and figure some things out for myself.”“But we want you to stay,” Miles chimed in, his lower lip poking out in a small pout. He was always the more emotional of the two, and seeing him upset made it even harder to explain, “Remember when you lived with us? It was so much fun!”“Yeah, we used to play dress-up and bake cook

(Lydia)The pounding on the gates started just as the afternoon sun dipped behind the hills. At first, it was just faint shouting. Angry voices echoing off the iron fences. I brushed it off, focusing on folding the kids’ laundry in the living room while they colored in their favorite books nearby. But the shouting didn’t stop. Instead, it grew louder, angrier, like a storm brewing just outside our walls.“Mabel, Miles,” I called softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “Why don’t we go into the playroom? I have a new game we can try.” I kept my voice light and cheerful, but they could sense the tension, Mabel’s wide-eyed gaze meeting mine with that uncanny, perceptive look only a child can have.I led them down the hallway and closed the playroom door. As the voices outside grew louder, I forced myself to keep smiling, crouching down so I could look at both of them at their eye level.“Listen, kids, there are some people outside who are just being silly,” I said, feeling my heart twist