All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

(Lydia)I paced the length of the living room, my mind spinning as I replayed the conversation with Thomas over and over again. He had been so calm, so resolute, outlining his plan to meet Lucien. His confidence should have reassured me, but it didn’t. Instead, it filled me with a gnawing anxiety I couldn’t shake. Thomas thought he could control the situation, but he didn’t fully understand how dangerous Lucien could be.Lucien wasn’t just greedy; he was calculating, vengeful, and utterly without conscience. The idea of drawing him into a trap made my stomach churn with dread. What if something went wrong? What if Lucien turned the tables on us? The stakes were too high.I tried to keep my hands busy, folding the kids’ laundry and tidying the room, but even the familiar routines couldn’t calm my racing mind. The quiet of the mansion was oppressive, each creak and groan of the old house amplifying the tension. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hardly recognized the woman s

(Thomas)The warehouse loomed ahead like a relic from another time, its rusted exterior and shattered windows giving it an eerie, post-apocalyptic feel. My car idled for a moment as I surveyed the desolate surroundings. This was the kind of place Lucien would pick, a setting straight out of a crime thriller where villains held all the cards. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but I wasn’t here to play games.I stepped out of the car, my steps measured as I approached the entrance. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, but I couldn’t. Lydia’s face flashed in my mind, the way her voice had cracked when she begged me to be careful. This wasn’t just about Lucien. It was about keeping my family safe.George and the team were stationed in a van a block away, their surveillance equipment primed. I’d insisted on backup, though we’d agreed they’d remain hidden unless things went sideways. As I pushed the heavy metal door open, my senses heightened, scanning for any signs of ambush.Inside, the

(Jack)I stared at the tumbler of whiskey on my desk, its amber liquid catching the dim light of my office. I’d poured it half an hour ago but hadn’t taken a single sip. The weight of what I needed to do pressed down on me like a lead jacket, suffocating and unrelenting.Ruby.Her name alone conjured a thousand memories, some warm, others sharp, all of them tangled in the complicated web we’d spun over the timeline of our relationship. She’d moved on, or at least she was trying to. And here I was, about to drag her back into a mess she didn’t deserve to be in.The truth about Jean Dupont, or rather, Marco, was a truth I’d been holding onto ever since I saw them at that hotel. Every instinct I had screamed to protect Ruby, to shield her from the man I knew was dangerous. But every day I kept silent felt like a betrayal.How would she look at me when I finally told her? Would there be anger, disappointment, hurt? All of the above?I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply, pushin

(Jack)The moment I stepped into Thomas’s office, I could tell something was off. There was a heaviness in the air, the kind that hangs over you when you know something’s wrong but can’t quite put your finger on it. Thomas was sitting at his desk, his back to the door, staring at a stack of papers like they were the last thing on earth that mattered. His usual composure, the one I’d always admired, seemed to have faltered.I closed the door quietly behind me, but Thomas didn’t acknowledge my presence at first. It was as if he was lost in his thoughts, consumed by whatever battle was raging inside his head. I waited for a moment, watching him, before I finally spoke up.“Thomas, we need to talk.”At the sound of my voice, he straightened slightly, as if the words snapped him out of his trance. He turned in his chair, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in them, a weariness, a kind of frustration, that made me hesitate. Whatever was going on, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to lik

(Thomas)The night had settled in around us like a heavy blanket, its stillness stretching between us as we lay in bed. I stared at the ceiling, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting faint shadows on the walls. Lydia had turned on her side, her back to me, her breathing steady, though I could feel the weight of everything that had happened today. The silence between us was thick with things unsaid. It was a quiet that spoke volumes, one that said we were both hurting, both scared, and yet neither of us had the words to bridge the gap between us.I had told her about Lucien, about his threat, about the impossible position I was in. But there was still more. So much more. My chest felt tight, a pressure building inside me, and I knew there was something else I had to tell her. Something I couldn’t keep hidden any longer. I couldn’t pretend that everything was okay when it wasn’t.I rolled over, propping myself up on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Lydia’s back as she breat