All Chapters of Regrets From Ex Won't Win Me Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Days passed, and nothing changed. Seth was still gone. Edward's texts were vague – "Still looking" or "Give it time." But time wasn’t helping. The silence was driving her mad.By the fifth day, something in Isabella snapped. She couldn't sit here anymore, waiting for someone else to fix this. She got dressed and went to Richard's office.The receptionist gave her a practiced smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stone isn't available right now.""Tell him it's Isabella.""Ma'am, he's given strict instructions not to be disturbed. He just became a father and—"Isabella's laugh was sharp. "Oh, I know all about that. Believe me, I’m well aware.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice to a dangerous calm. “Tell him this — if he doesn’t see me now, I’ll sit here. In this lobby. All day. Every day. Until he does.”The receptionist's smile faltered. "I'll... see what I can do,” she stammered before picking up the phone and turning slightly awayIsabella didn’t wait for permission. She spun around and sank

They say having a child changes you. But watching Richard with their newborn son, Eliza realized that "change" wasn't a strong enough word. It was like witnessing the birth of an entirely different man—one who hummed lullabies, who could spend hours just watching their baby's chest rise and fall during afternoon naps.The fearsome Richard Stone, who made board people tremble, now spent his mornings making silly faces at a tiny human who couldn't even smile back yet. He’d traded cutthroat boardrooms for diaper changes and somehow, it suited himTheir son was barely a week old, and he still didn't have a name—not for lack of trying. Eliza and his mother had suggested everything from traditional family names to modern choices, but Richard dismissed them all with the kind of careful consideration usually reserved for million-dollar contracts."That's not befitting," he'd say, or "He doesn't look like a Max," staring at their son like he was trying to solve some complex puzzle. His favorit

Seth shut off the engine as he pulled into the driveway. She had been silent the whole way, fumbling with her bag's strap. "All right," he said softly. “We’re home.”Isabella hesitated her hand on the door handle. “You’ll call me if anything happens?”Seth gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Izzy. Just relax. I’ll handle this.”She nodded reluctantly and stepped out, watching as Seth drove away. But the moment his car disappeared down the street, her unease grew stronger. She estimated it would take Seth about fifteen minutes to reach the tattoo parlor. With haste, she got her phone out, found Edward's number, and hit the call button. Holding the phone to her ear, she paced anxiously, waiting for him to answer. "Hey, what's up?" Edward's tone was upbeat. "Edward, I need your help." The words came out quickly. "Seth's going after this guy at a tattoo parlour near The Muse, and I'm worried he'll—""Whoa, slow down. What guy?"Isabella took a deep breath. "The one who dr

Seth's phone buzzed just as he was finishing his morning coffee. Louis's name flashed on the screen."Got something?" Seth answered without a preamble."Marcus Reynolds. 1247 Central Avenue." Louis's voice was clipped, professional. "Known associate of some unsavoury characters. Has a record, but mostly minor stuff."Seth was already grabbing his keys. "Thanks. I'll check it out.""Wait—" Louis started, but Seth had already hung up.The drive to Central Avenue took twenty minutes. Seth pulled up across the street, studying the modest single-story house. Something felt off. The front door was slightly open.Seth reached for his phone again. "Louis? Yeah, I'm here, but something's not right. The door's open.""Don't go in," Louis ordered immediately. "I'm ten minutes out."Those ten minutes felt like hours. Seth kept his eyes fixed on the house, noting every detail – the worn welcome mat, the untended flowerbeds, the newspaper still sitting in its plastic wrapper on the steps.Louis's u

The tech lab hummed with the sound of cooling fans and computer towers. Seth drummed his fingers against his thigh while Louis paced behind Tara, the department's lead forensic analyst."How much longer?" Seth asked, for what felt like the hundredth time.Tara didn't look away from her screens. "Encryption like this doesn't crack itself, guys. This is military-grade stuff." Her fingers flew across multiple keyboards. "Whoever locked this drive really didn't want anyone getting in."Louis leaned forward. "But you can break it?""Already am." Tara allowed herself a small smile. "Just... there."The screens flickered, then filled with folders and files."Holy shit," Louis breathed, staring at the directory structure. "There must be thousands of documents here."Tara's fingers were already moving. "Let me run a quick diagnostic...Yeah, we're looking at about 2.3 terabytes of data. Documents, spreadsheets, photos, videos—""Start with the most recently accessed files," Seth suggested, pull