All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

(Thomas)I woke up in the middle of the night, the air in the room still and heavy, as though the world outside was holding its breath. My mind had been restless, but sleep had still managed to slip through the cracks, until now. The silence was broken by the shrill sound of my phone ringing beside me on the nightstand. It was a sound that cut through the fog of half-sleep and immediately sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. There was no such thing as good news in the middle of the night.I glanced at the screen, my heart sinking when I saw George’s name flashing on the display. I sat up quickly, the bed creaking beneath me, and swiped the phone to answer.“George?” I rasped, my voice thick with sleep. “What’s going on?”There was a pause on the other end, long enough to make my anxiety spike. Then George’s voice came through, his tone serious and clipped.“Thomas, you need to sit down. I’ve just received some news. It’s about Nathan.”I felt the words drop like stone

(Thomas)The first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, soft and gentle, but they feel too bright in the quiet, still room. I’ve been awake for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing in every direction. Lydia hasn’t said a word since she locked herself in here. She’s been so quiet, so withdrawn, and I’ve been trying to give her space, trying to respect her need to process everything that’s happened. But now, as the day begins to break, I can’t help but worry.I get up and approach the door, standing just outside for a moment. I want to go in, to check on her, but I don’t want to push too hard. Not yet. I take a deep breath and gently knock, my hand hovering over the doorknob, waiting for her response.“Lydia?” I say softly, my voice tentative. “Are you awake?”I wait a few seconds, and when there’s no answer, I knock again, a little louder this time. My gut tightens. What if she’s still isolating herself, unable to deal with the weight of the world closi

(Thomas)The sound of the coffee machine whirring in the corner of the kitchen was oddly soothing. It was early, the kind of early when the world was still waking up, and the house was eerily quiet. I had asked Jack to come over for breakfast before the day took hold of both of us. I needed his advice, and there was no one I trusted more when it came to figuring out how to handle the unexpected.Jack walked in just as I was pouring two mugs of coffee. He looked as he always did, calm and collected, but with a sharpness in his eyes that told you he never stopped thinking.“Morning,” he said, setting his coat over a chair and sitting at the table.“Morning,” I replied, sliding a mug across to him.He walked over and sat down, remaining quiet. Normally, he would be very curious about why I called him but his muted and contemplative expression made me worry.And then I realized. He must be thinking about what happened with Ruby.On top of everything, we had Marco to deal with. He wasn’t h

(Thomas)The week leading up to Saturday was a whirlwind of anticipation for me. Every detail of the plan was meticulously thought out, and yet, I felt an electric thrill knowing Lydia and the kids had no idea what was coming. It wasn’t often I got to surprise them, especially not on this scale.By Friday night, I had made sure everything was in place. The plane was ready, the crew briefed, and the destination finalized. I had asked Charlotte to discreetly pack an essentials bag for the kids, and Lydia had handled her own packing, albeit without knowing the full reason why.At dinner that evening, the kids peppered me with questions.“Where are we going, Daddy?” Mabel asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.“Is it a trip to see Santa Claus?” Miles added, his fork paused mid-air.“You’ll see,” I said with a grin, dodging their inquiries yet again.Lydia’s eyes narrowed playfully as she studied me. “You’re being very mysterious, Thomas.”“I told you,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “Jus

(Thomas)The drive from the airport to the hotel was one of those rare moments that seemed to slow down time. As we wound through the picturesque streets of Santorini, I found myself glancing at Lydia every so often. Her expression was serene, her eyes scanning the endless expanse of blue sea meeting the sky. Mabel and Miles were pressed up against the car windows, pointing out every whitewashed building, every splash of vibrant bougainvillea, their enthusiasm contagious.This was exactly what I had envisioned when I planned this trip, a world so beautiful and different from the chaos we left behind that it could soothe even the most troubled soul.When we arrived at the hotel, the kids let out gasps of amazement. The structure itself seemed to cling to the cliffside, a blend of modern luxury and traditional architecture. The staff greeted us warmly, whisking our luggage away as they led us to our suite. Lydia held my hand as we followed, her fingers tightening around mine when the m