All Chapters of Regrets From Ex Won't Win Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

An hour later, Richard walked into the precinct like he owned it, Barrett Smith at his side. His tailored suit probably cost more than most detectives made in a month.Louis watched through the two-way mirror as Richard settled into the interview room, exchanging quiet words with his lead counsel. The sight made his stomach turn."Remember," Captain Benjamin muttered from behind him, "stick to procedure. One wrong move and his lawyer will shut this down faster than you can blink."Louis nodded tightly, his case file clutched in his hands. "I got it, Cap."The interview room felt colder than usual as Louis entered, settling into the chair across from Richard. His smile never wavered."Mr. Stone," Louis began, setting his recorder on the table. "Thank you for coming in. For the record, the time is 01:00 PM, and present in the room are me, Detective Louis Grant, and Mr.Richard Stone, and his legal counsel, Barrett Smith."Barrett Smith leaned forward. "Let the record show that my client

Isabella walked around their living room whilst holding her phone tightly. She could not remember how many times she had called Seth, but each time the call ended up in voicemail. After that phone conversation, he had hurried out during supper and hardly spoke for hours. These days, that was becoming their new normal - him rushing out, coming home late, or leaving before the sun was up. They barely had time to just be together anymore.It had been ages since they'd had a real date or even just a quiet night in. Every time she tried to plan something, work pulled him away. Or at least, that's what he called it. She knew what he was really doing - trying to track down the people who'd hurt her. And yeah, it was sweet how he wanted to protect her, keep her safe. But she needed him home and in one piece, not risking his life playing hero. Sitting here, waiting, imagining everything that could go wrong? That was its own kind of tortureShe tried his number one more time, already knowing w

Tara's head was pounding. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and something way too bright was hitting her face. Groaning, she rolled over to escape the light, only to bump into something solid and warm.Her eyes snapped open."Shit," she whispered, heart racing as she stared at Louis's sleeping face just inches from hers. Her brain frantically pieced together fragments from last night - the laptop, the whiskey he'd pulled out when coffee wasn't cutting it anymore, laughing about something stupid, and then..."Oh shit," she muttered again, lifting the covers slightly. Yep. Definitely naked. Both of them.She let her head fall back against the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. Maybe if she just lay very still, this wouldn't be real. Maybe she could just—Louis shifted beside her, his arm brushing against hers. Her eyes flew open again as she felt him freeze."Um," he said eloquently, voice rough with sleep."Don't look at me," Tara blurted out, yanking the sheet up to her chin. "Just...don't

The next seventy-two hours played out like some twisted corporate thriller. Richard watched it all unfold from the corner of his office, powerless to stop the dominoes from falling. The SEC agents didn't just raid one floor - they swept through the building like a virus, downloading hard drives, boxing up files, interviewing anyone who'd talk. Poor Barrett looked like he'd aged ten years in three days, running between conference rooms with his tie perpetually crooked.Victoria, though - she was something else entirely. While everyone else scrambled, she moved through the chaos like a shark through bloody waters. Richard watched her orchestrate their defense with the precision of a conductor. Every leaked document seemed to have a counter-narrative ready. Every accusation met with a carefully crafted response. She even managed to turn the protests into a PR opportunity, sending down coffee and doughnuts to the "concerned citizens exercising their constitutional rights."Old Langston pr

When they pulled up to Seth’s house, he stepped out and opened the front door, motioning for Louis to follow. “Come on, everything’s in the out-of-bounds room. Stuff from old jobs.”“Barcelona? Las Vegas?” Louis asked, stepping inside.Seth turned and shot him a sly smile. “Why do I feel like I’m not going to like this?”“Probably because you won’t.” Seth grinned over his shoulder as he led Louis down the hallway. Isabella trailed behind, still scrolling on her phone. “Sarah loves over-preparing. She once sent me into a gala dressed like James Bond when all I needed to do was drop off an envelope.”Louis stopped short, raising an eyebrow. “Are you serious?“Dead serious. But guess what? The envelope wasn’t even opened because my ‘look’ convinced them I was too important to mess with. That’s Sarah for you.”Seth pushed open the door to the room, revealing a collection of garment bags, shoeboxes, and neatly folded clothes laid out on the bed. Louis raised an eyebrow. “This looks more li