All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife; You'll Regret It : Chapter 141
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Chapter One Hundred And Forty One
His hand was already reaching out when he realized she was too far gone. Kaelen stood in the corridor and watched Arianna walk away, his outstretched hand closing slowly around nothing. He held it there for a second, fingers tight, then let it drop to his side. She had moved quickly, the way people moved when they didn't want to be called back, and within moments she had turned the corner and disappeared from view entirely. He stood still. He had been harsh. He knew that. In the moment it had felt like the only way to get through to her, but standing here now watching the empty corridor where she had just been, he wasn't as certain about his approach as he had been thirty seconds ago. Part of him wanted to follow her. He even took half a step in that direction, thinking he could close the distance, find her somewhere in the hospital and say whatever it was he needed to say to fix the way that conversation had ended. Then a voice came from beside him. "Excuse me." A nurse had
Chapter One hundred and Forty Two
The taxi ride home did nothing to help.Arianna sat in the back seat with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on the window, watching the city pass by without really seeing any of it. She had gotten in hoping that the movement, the change of scenery, the simple act of going somewhere would take the edge off what she was feeling. It hadn't. If anything, the quiet of the cab gave everything more room to get louder inside her head.Kaelen's words kept coming back. Not just what he had said but how he had said it. The tone of it. The way he had looked at her in that moment, like she was overstepping, like she had misread a situation that had been perfectly clear to everyone except her. She replayed it without meaning to, the exact phrasing, the exact expression on his face, and each time it came back it landed with the same sting it had the first time.Then Riley's voice layered over it.She hadn't wanted to hear what Riley said. She had stood there and received every word with the ki
Chapter One hundred and Forty Three
Riley walked through her front door with Aiden on her hip and the remnants of a terrible afternoon still clinging to her.She set him down the moment she was inside. He pulled away from her immediately and walked to the far corner of the living room without a word, moving with the particular energy of a child who had made a decision about how he felt and was committed to it. She had been short with him throughout the entire drive home. Several times she had cut him off mid-sentence, told him to be quiet, ignored questions he had asked more than once. He hadn't cried about it. He had simply gone still and stared out the window for the rest of the journey, which was the kind of quiet that sat worse than actual crying.She didn't have the energy to address it right now.She dropped her bag and stood in the middle of the living room, trying to decompress. The afternoon had been a disaster from start to finish and her mind was still running hot from all of it. Mirella first. That girl had
Chapter One Hundred amd Forty Four
Kaelen had not left the headquarters since bringing Mirella back. There had been too much to oversee. The transfer itself, getting her settled, ensuring that the team was fully briefed on her current condition and what the hospital had been doing to manage it. Then came the process of running their own assessments, their own tests, pulling data with the kind of precision that only purpose-built equipment could deliver. He had moved through all of it without stopping and somewhere in between he had lost track of how many hours had passed. Now he was standing in the room where Mirella lay. She was hooked up to more machines than the last time. That was the first thing he had registered when they got her set up, and the observation had settled into him quietly and stayed there. The last time she had been here it had already looked like too much, too many wires and monitors for one small person. This was worse. The equipment around her bed had multiplied and the sounds it made filled t
Chapter One Hundred amd Forty Five
The glass-walled office at the peak of the Novax headquarters felt less like a sanctuary and more like a pressurized chamber. Outside, the skyline of the city was indifferent to the chaos unfolding on every glowing screen within the building. Inside, the silence was jagged, broken only by the rhythmic, aggressive tapping of a finger against a mahogany desk. He stared at the monitor, his eyes reflecting the harsh blue light of a social media interface. The post had been live for less than two hours, yet it had already mutated into a viral wildfire. It was Riley. His ex-wife had always known how to weaponize a narrative, but this was a level of calculated cruelty that felt like a physical blow to his gut. The headline of the post was a jagged blade: *The Truth Behind the Novax Throne: A Father’s Failure.* Beneath it, Riley had penned a lengthy, emotionally charged essay. She painted a picture of a man obsessed with power, a man so consumed by the expansion of Novax that he had neglect
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Six
Riley had not expected it to move this fast.She was sitting on the couch with her phone in both hands, scrolling through the comments, and the numbers kept changing every time she refreshed. More shares, more comments, more people weighing in with opinions that were getting louder and more pointed by the minute. She had posted it and then waited with the low-grade anxiety of someone who had thrown something into a crowd and wasn't sure if anyone was going to pick it up. She didn't have to wait long. Within the first hour it had started moving, and now it had moved well beyond anything she had calculated when she first put it up.The comments were exactly what she had wanted.People were angry. Not mildly critical, not cautiously skeptical. They were genuinely angry, the kind of anger that spread because it felt righteous to the people feeling it. They were talking about Kaelen in terms that would have made his PR team reach for antacids. They were talking about Novax the same way. Wo
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Seven
Kaelen stepped out of Mirella's room and pulled the door closed behind him.He stood in the corridor for a moment, hand still on the door handle, and allowed himself one breath that wasn't about anything except the transition from being in that room to being outside of it. Inside, he had been focused. There was always something to check, something to verify, a reading to confirm or a question to put to the medical team. The focus was necessary and he was good at maintaining it. But it cost something, standing in that room, looking at those machines, and the cost accumulated over hours in a way he only noticed when he stepped away.He let go of the handle and straightened up.Jonah was at the end of the corridor.Kaelen saw him from a distance and knew immediately from the way he was standing that he had something to report. Jonah had a particular quality when he was carrying information he anticipated would be unwelcome. He didn't fidget and he didn't avoid eye contact, but there was
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Eight
The train doors sealed shut and Arianna watched the last few passengers settle and the platform outside the window begin to slide backward as the train pulled away from the station. The city moved past the glass slowly at first, then with increasing speed, the buildings and roads and familiar landmarks of a place she had lived in long enough to stop seeing clearly. She watched it go without particular feeling. She was tired in a way that sleep hadn't fixed, the kind of tired that came from too many things happening in too short a period of time and not enough space in between any of them to actually process what had happened before the next thing arrived. She had her bag in the overhead compartment and her phone in her jacket pocket and a journey of several hours ahead of her. That was enough for now. She made her way down the aisle toward her allocated seat, checking the number against her ticket. The carriage was filling up but not uncomfortably so. People were arranging
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Nine
Darren left the house with a clean excuse and a frown he hadn't let Riley see. He had told her he had someone urgent to meet, kept it vague, the same way he kept most things vague with her when the details weren't something he wanted to manage her reaction to. She had accepted it without much pushback. She was distracted by her phone, watching the numbers on her latest post the way someone watched a scoreboard, refreshing and checking and refreshing again, and his departure had barely registered beyond a brief look up and a nod. He had walked out, closed the door behind him, and let the expression he had been maintaining for the past hour drop entirely. He stood on the pavement outside and looked at nothing in particular while the frown settled in properly. The afternoon had a chill to it that he hadn't dressed quite warmly enough for and he pulled his jacket tighter as he started walking toward where he had parked. The past few weeks had given him something he hadn't expect
Chapter One Hundred And Fifty
Darren did not take the news well and his first instinct was to say something about it.He stopped himself. He stopped himself specifically because of who was sitting across from him and what that meant, and because the version of this conversation where he let his irritation out was one that ended in ways he had no interest in navigating. So he kept his mouth closed and kept his face composed and absorbed what she had told him in the silence of a man who was processing information calmly.He was not processing it calmly.How were they supposed to move forward now? He had been working toward something specific. The plan had a shape and a direction and an endpoint that made the ongoing risk of all of this worthwhile in his calculation. Every piece of it had been building toward a result he could use, something that shifted the balance in his favour in a situation that had been running against him for too long. And now he was sitting here being told that the timeline was disrupted, that