All Chapters of After Forgetting Me, My CEO Ex-husband Regrets: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

(Jack)The weight of everything that had unfolded in the last few weeks pressed down on my shoulders like a crushing load. With Thomas gone, every decision, every moment of chaos in the company, fell squarely on me. The board was relentless, expecting miracles to fix the fallout from the media frenzy surrounding Nathan’s death and Thomas's absence. But even as I worked tirelessly to steady the ship, there was one issue that consumed me more than any business deal or shareholder meeting: Ruby.What happened to her was my fault. No matter how I tried to frame it, how many angles I explored to rationalize it away, it all came back to me. I had acted rashly, humiliated Amanda publicly in my anger, and painted a target on Ruby’s back. If I hadn’t made that damned announcement, maybe Marco would have stayed in his shadowy corner of the world, far away from her. But I hadn’t thought ahead, I’d let my fury drive me, and now Ruby was paying the price.As I stared out of the window of my offi

(Lydia)The gentle crash of the waves against the shore was the only sound as I sat on the cool sand, watching the moonlight dance on the water. Thomas sat beside me, his arm resting lightly around my shoulders, and I leaned into him, drawing comfort from his warmth. The kids were fast asleep inside, worn out from an evening of excitement and laughter, and the quiet now felt like a rare and precious gift.The ring on my finger sparkled in the moonlight, catching my eye every now and then. I turned it slowly, marveling at its beauty, not just the intricate design but the meaning it held. Thomas’s proposal earlier that evening had been nothing short of magical, and even now, hours later, the memory still felt surreal.I glanced at him, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. He looked content but thoughtful, his gaze fixed on the horizon. For a moment, I didn’t say anything, letting the stillness settle around us.“Did you plan this moment, too?” I finally asked, teasingly

(Lydia)The house was quiet now. Mabel and Miles had been carried to bed, still murmuring dreamily about cookies and surprises. Mama had retired, and even Margaret had said her goodnights. Ruby and Jack remained downstairs, their soft laughter barely audible as Thomas and I retreated to our room.I closed the door behind us, leaning against it for a moment. The faint aroma of candles lingered on my skin, mingling with the salt of the sea air still clinging to my hair. I glanced at Thomas, who was standing by the window, his profile illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” I said, stepping toward him.He turned, a small smile playing on his lips. “Not quiet. Just... taking it all in.”I smiled back, reaching for his hand. “It’s been a lot, hasn’t it? Coming back, the announcement, everything.”He pulled me gently into his arms, resting his forehead against mine. “It has. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Seeing you this happy, seeing

(Thomas)Walking through the front door after a long day at the office always brought a sense of relief, but tonight, it came with something more. The moment I stepped inside, the warm glow of home enveloped me. Lydia’s soft laughter floated from the kitchen, mingling with the faint sounds of music playing in the background.I paused for a moment, closing my eyes and letting the weight of the day fall away. This was what I worked for, this life, this family, this haven we’d created.“Thomas?” Lydia’s voice called out, bringing me out of my thoughts.I stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of her leaning against the counter, a glass of wine in hand. She looked radiant, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, her smile a beacon of warmth.“Hey,” I said, crossing the room to kiss her cheek. “How was your day?”“Good,” she said, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something contemplative. “Busy, but good. How about you?”I shrugged, pulling out a chai

(Lydia)The day of the engagement party dawned with a golden hue spilling across the horizon, as if nature itself celebrated with us. I woke up early, filled with nerves and excitement, staring at the dress Ruby had designed for me. It was breathtaking, a floor-length gown in soft champagne silk, adorned with delicate floral embroidery that shimmered faintly in the light. Ruby had poured her heart into every stitch, and as I ran my fingers over the fabric, I felt the weight of her love and care. I couldn’t wait for what she has in mind for the wedding. She has been getting increasingly secretive about it but that is just making my curiousness grow even more.The kids were up early as well, their excitement infectious. Mabel twirled around the living room in her pale pink dress, her curls bouncing with every spin. Miles looked dashing in his tiny suit, though he protested against the bowtie until Thomas stepped in, convincing him it was what “all the cool gentlemen wear.” Watching the