HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 65

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 65**

In the front row of the bustling auditorium, Lydia had claimed her spot, her heart racing with excitement as she clutched her camera tightly. The anticipation bubbled within her, and a radiant smile danced on her lips as she envisioned Josh, her best friend’s son, standing proudly on stage alongside his classmates. There was no way she would let a single moment slip by—every second of Josh’s performance was destined to be captured and immortalized through her lens.

As the lights dimmed, the atmosphere shifted, and soon the children’s play commenced. Gentle melodies floated through the air, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace, as the little girls twirled and swayed in perfect harmony, reminiscent of Josh’s classmates. Lydia’s heart swelled with pride, her eyes sparkling with joy at the sight before her.

That boy possesses something extraordinary, she mused, her heartstrings tugged by the sheer beauty of the moment. Josh wasn’t merely the son of her closest friend; he felt like a piece of her own heart, a child of her own. The connection she felt was profound, a blend of maternal instincts and unwavering support.

Across the hall, the atmosphere shifted to one of formality. The town hall had been transformed into a stunning display of Japanese elegance, with vibrant red and white lanterns gracefully suspended from above, casting a soft glow over the gathering. Intricately patterned fabrics adorned the tables, enhancing the beauty of the event. Guests filled the VIP section, seated in neat rows, among them was Daven Callister. He sat with an air of quiet authority, his sharp dark blue suit contrasting sharply against the colorful decor, exuding a commanding presence that demanded attention.

The representatives from the Japanese Embassy were also present, welcomed warmly to witness the children’s performance. After the delightful dance, speeches were slated to follow, culminating in the announcement of students selected for the prestigious scholarship program. The air buzzed with excitement and expectation.

“What do you think of the event, Mr. Callister?” Mrs. Yoshida inquired, her polite smile radiating warmth as she offered a gentle round of applause for the dancers as they concluded their performance.

“This event is truly remarkable, Mrs. Yoshida. I genuinely admire the dedication your team has shown,” Daven replied courteously, though his gaze momentarily wandered back to the stage, where the children were preparing for their next act. “Callister Corp would be more than happy to explore expanding our partnership in educational initiatives like this.”

“Oh? You find joy in the children’s performances?” Mrs. Yoshida chuckled softly, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I assumed your interests lay solely in the more… serious matters.”

Daven let out a soft laugh, a rare moment of levity breaking through his composed demeanor. “I actually believe this little performance might be the most delightful aspect of the entire event,” he said lightly, a faint smile gracing his lips, softening the edges of his usually serious expression.

“The kindergarteners from SunRise City are quite renowned for their dramatic plays,” Mrs. Yoshida shared with evident pride. “Mr. Miller, the foundation’s director, wholeheartedly supports this event. It’s his way of expressing gratitude for the student exchange program we’ve initiated.”

Mrs. Yoshida turned to him, a look of confusion crossing her features. “Pardon?”

“Oh, I merely meant…” Daven cleared his throat, feeling the weight of his inquiry. “I was curious if any of them might require financial assistance. I thought perhaps Callister Group could contribute something.”

Realizing how his question might have sounded too blunt, Daven quickly amended his approach.

“Forgive me, what I meant was—maybe we could send over some storybooks, art supplies, or whatever they might need. What do you think?” he suggested, his tone shifting to one of hopeful consideration.

“I’m afraid I don’t have that specific information,” Mrs. Yoshida replied thoughtfully, her brow furrowing in contemplation. “But perhaps, once the event concludes, I could introduce you to the foundation director. He would be the best person to speak with. Would you mind waiting just a little while?”