All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Saturday mornings were usually calm, a day the world slowed a little to catch its breath. But not this one.The television screens across the country buzzed with a single headline: “Nathan Mills and Wife Finalize Shocking Divorce — Mills Corp in Crisis.”On Global Business Network (GBN), the anchors sat in their elegant studio, faces solemn yet intrigued.The segment was titled Corporate Scandals: When Love Breaks the Ledger.“Public reaction has been massive,” said the male anchor, flipping through his notes. “The divorce between billionaire Nathan Mills and his wife Jennifer has gone viral, trending across all platforms for the past twenty-four hours. Some sympathize with Mr. Mills, others think this is karma for years of questionable corporate dealings.”His co-host, a woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tone, adjusted her mic. “Beyond the drama,” she said, “what concerns analysts is how this scandal is bleeding into Mills Corp’s stability. Stocks have dropped nearly forty p

The silence in Nathan’s office was heavy enough to crush him. He had been pacing from the window to the door and back again for almost ten minutes, his thoughts scattered, his chest tightening with every step.He stopped once, staring at the framed photo of his father on the wall — that proud smile, the same office, the same view.“Is this how it ends?” he muttered. His reflection in the glass window looked like a stranger. “Is this how Mills Corp dies?”He cursed under his breath and walked back to his desk. The bottle of whiskey sat there, half-empty, almost mocking him.He poured himself a glass and swallowed it in one gulp.The burn down his throat felt like punishment or maybe relief. He sank into his chair, elbows on the armrest, head heavy with regret and rage.The office that had once felt powerful now felt empty. The polished furniture, the awards lining the shelves, the expensive artwork on the walls — none of it brought him comfort anymore. Every corner of the room reminde

The Cooper mansion glowed that evening — lights glimmering across the long driveway, the soft hum of music drifting from the main hall, and laughter echoing from every corner.It was Megan’s birthday, and Charlotte had made sure everything looked perfect.Guests had begun to arrive, their voices rising above the rhythm of the music.Megan, bright and graceful, was surrounded by her friends, their laughter blending into the cheerful chaos of celebration.But outside, away from the laughter, Charlotte stood by the garden rail, her phone pressed to her ear again. The call went straight to voicemail.Caleb’s number had been unreachable for hours. Her heartbeat grew heavier with each failed attempt.Earlier, she’d called his secretary, the woman had said he left the office around 4 p.m., cheerful, carrying his briefcase as usual. That was the last anyone saw of him.Now it was 6:40 p.m. The party had begun, and still no word from him. The lights, the laughter, the music — none of it seemed

Nathan’s office felt smaller than ever — like the walls were slowly closing in on him. His steps were quick, restless, as he paced from one end of the room to another.The large office that usually felt imposing and powerful suddenly seemed suffocating. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass walls, but he barely noticed it. His mind was elsewhere.He couldn’t think straight.Every thought that entered his mind clashed with another, creating a chaos only grief and confusion could breed.“Why didn’t you tell me this since, Marcel?” His voice broke through the silence, sharp and accusing.Marcel, who had been standing near the window all along, turned to face him.There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes, his lips parting slightly before the words came. “I’m sorry, Boss. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But you came back from Houston… different. Calmer. Focused. I didn’t want to destroy that peace you’d just found.”“Destroy it?” Nathan repeated, his tone cutting. “This is Char

The reception at the Dean residence hummed with low voices and the soft clink of cutlery on fine china.Condolences flowed like a steady stream; friends, business partners and close allies came forward to embrace Charlotte, to offer flowers, to murmur the expected words of comfort.Caleb’s absence was a void that all of them tried to fill with assurances: he had been a good man, a loyal friend, a visionary leader. Some shared old memories with trembling smiles.Others simply shook their heads, still unable to believe he was gone.People she had met in industry approached with measured words. Charlotte nodded and smiled at each of them, a practiced smile pulled thin by pain.She accepted the sympathy, the hands on her shoulder, the brief hugs.She kept a private storm.No matter how many people surrounded her, she still felt alone.Every corner of the house reminded her of Caleb.Every familiar face reminded her of what she had lost.The reception hall was full, yet grief isolated her