All Chapters of CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mirabelle's POV: I had researched enough to know that this was where he liked to spend his afternoons these days. Rumors of his drinking problem had been circulating for weeks, and if I was honest with myself, I would have chosen this bar precisely because I knew there was a chance of running into him. A voice in my head whispered that maybe, deep down, I’d hoped to see him here. That I would come looking for a distraction. But I shoved the thought aside, choosing to believe that this was all just a coincidence. I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to feign surprise. “Ken. What a... coincidence.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he took the seat beside me. “What brings you here, Mirabelle?” I shrugged, glancing back down at my phone. “I could ask you the same.” Ken chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound. “I guess you still haven’t sorted out your issue with Noah, have you?” I shot him a sharp look. “We’re good, Ken,” I said flatly. I could feel my d

Mirabelle's POV:I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of paperwork. My eyes felt heavy, and the clock on my computer read 9:12 p.m. I should have been home two hours ago, but my mind was stuck in Shanghai. More accurately, it was stuck in that moment earlier when Noah cut our conversation short because of Natasha’s sudden arrival. He said he loved me, and I didn’t say it back.“Focus, Mira,” I muttered, rubbing my temples and forcing myself to glance back at the documents. Numbers, words, data—they swam in front of me, meaningless. It was no use. My thoughts kept circling back to Noah’s voice, how it had gone tense and cautious, when he said he had to go.I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sudden vibration of my phone on the desk. Noah’s name flashed on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. I hesitated, thumb hovering over the answer button, then picked up.“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice calm, trying not to sound like I'd been obsessing over our earlier call.“Hey, Mira.” He

Mirabelle's POV: He looked awful, dark circles under his eyes, his shoulders slumped. I wanted to tell him to leave, then get up and shut the door in his face, but I couldn’t. “Mirabelle,” He said quietly, and the sound of my name in his voice made me feel weak. “Why are you here, Ken?” I asked, harsher than I meant to. He sat down without asking, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I came to apologize. Last night... I was out of line. I shouldn’t have—” “Yes, you shouldn’t have,” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “And you had no right to act that way you. That wasn't right.” “I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I just... I still love you, Mira. I’ve never stopped. Seeing you happy with Noah... it’s killing me. I’m a different man now. I need you to know that.” I didn’t want to hear it. I couldn’t. “We’re over, Ken. I am tired of repeating the same line over and over again. It’s too fucking late, Ken.” I said, but even I heard the uncertainty in my voice. He looked so

Mirabelle's POV:My footsteps echoed down the polished floors of the hospital, as I followed the doctor through the corridors to the rooms of the injured workers.These were the men who had trusted me, who had worked on my project—the project that had gone up in flames. Now, they lay broken in these beds, and I had no idea how I would face them.The first room was quiet except for the steady beep of machines monitoring the patient's vitals. A man, no older than thirty, lay propped against pillows, his face pale and drawn. His leg, wrapped in layers of gauze and bandages, was elevated, suspended in a frame. I swallowed, forcing a smile as I stepped closer. The doctor, a man in his fifties with graying hair, stepped forward. "He was lucky to survive." The doctor began. "When the building collapsed, a section of the scaffolding came down on his legs. He’ll be bedridden for a while, but he’s alive.”I looked at the man—at his closed eyes, the way his chest rose and fell with labored brea

Mirabelle’s POV: In the afternoon, my phone rang, and I answered firmly. “Hello?”“Mrs. Sylvester, this is Officer Carter. We need you to come to the station. We have something to show you.”My heart skipped a beat. “I’ll be there.” I said, grabbing my bag and heading out the door without another word. I barely noticed the curious glances of my staff as I left the building.When I arrived, Officer Carter met me at the entrance. He led me through the maze of hallways to a small, windowless room with a single table and a laptop.“This is the footage we recovered.” He said, motioning for me to sit. My hands trembled as I settled into the chair, and he pushed the laptop toward me. “Press play whenever you’re ready.”I hesitated, my finger hovering over the touchpad, then took a deep breath and pressed play. The screen flickered, showing a blurry recording from one of the security cameras. The timestamp was from the night of the fire, just a few hours before everything went up in flames.