My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A Quiet Farewell, A Resolute Dawn
Damien Thorne pulled into the driveway of his estate, the sleek black car coming to a smooth stop. Beside him, Cora bounced in her seat, still bubbling with excitement from their day out.
“That was the best day ever, Daddy!” she exclaimed, unbuckling her seatbelt with practiced ease.
Damien smiled at his daughter. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, princess.”
As they entered the grand foyer, Mrs. Gable approached them, her expression unreadable. “Welcome home, Mr. Thorne, Miss Cora.”
“Mrs. Gable,” Damien nodded, handing her his coat. “Any calls?”
“Mrs. Thorne was here earlier today,” she replied, her tone carefully neutral.
Cora’s eyes widened. “Mommy was here? Did she leave already?”
“Yes, Miss Cora. She left for the airport about two hours ago.”
Damien frowned slightly. “I wasn’t aware she was planning to visit.”
“She said it was a surprise,” Mrs. Gable explained. “She seemed quite upset when she left.”
Cora shrugged, already losing interest. “Good. I didn’t want her to ruin our plans with Auntie Vivi tomorrow.”
“Cora,” Damien admonished gently, though without much conviction. He turned back to Mrs. Gable. “Did she say why she was upset?”
“No, sir.” Mrs. Gable hesitated before adding, “But she left this for you.” She handed him a cream-colored envelope with his name written in Elara’s elegant handwriting.
Damien took it, turning it over in his hands with mild curiosity. “Thank you, Mrs. Gable.”
“Daddy, can I watch my movie now?” Cora asked, tugging at his sleeve.
“Of course. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Damien walked to his study, envelope in hand. He placed it on his desk, intending to read it after checking his emails. Elara was probably just upset about him forgetting her birthday. It wouldn’t be the first time she had written him a letter expressing her disappointment.
Before he could open it, his phone rang. Vivienne’s name flashed on the screen.
“Vivienne,” he answered, a smile warming his voice.
“I was just calling to say how much I enjoyed today,” her sultry voice came through. “And to confirm our plans for tomorrow.”
“Of course. Cora can’t stop talking about the zoo.”
“I can’t wait. And what about tonight?” she asked suggestively.
Damien glanced at the envelope, then pushed it aside. “I can be there in an hour.”
“Perfect. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
After the call, Damien gathered what he needed for the night. The envelope lay forgotten on his desk as he left, his mind already occupied with thoughts of Vivienne.
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Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Elara’s apartment in the city. She had purchased it years ago as an investment property, never thinking she would one day use it as her escape.
The space was sparsely furnished but elegant, much like Elara herself. She had spent the night methodically unpacking the essentials she had brought from New York – clothes, toiletries, a few cherished books.
Sitting at her dining table with a cup of tea, she opened her laptop and logged into her bank account. With steady hands, she transferred just over three million dollars from her personal account to a new one she had created yesterday.
It was money Damien had given her over the years – “spending money,” he had called it. Money she had barely touched, preferring to earn her own salary as head of his secretarial team.
“It’s not about the money,” she whispered to herself, closing her laptop with finality.
Her phone vibrated with an incoming call. For a heartbeat, she wondered if it might be Damien, finally noticing her absence. But the screen showed Chloe’s name instead.
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