บททั้งหมดของ Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Julian's POV This kid was getting big too quick, on account of loss.I shut the door soft, then moved to a driver seat. As soon as I sat down and got the engine going, the radio came on by itself playing a happy morning tune way too happy for the mood in the car.I turned it off.Silence returned.The auto moved out of the area, going slow on paths still wet with drops. Trees by the road shook gently in the wind and sunlight came through the leaves making bright lines across the blacktop.In the mirror, I saw Maximilian holding his school bag close, like it was the only thing keeping his world from falling apart again.I cleared my throat soft, trying to find words that wouldn’t make him cry but also wouldn’t make him feel lonely.“Maximilian,” I called carefully.He turned slightly. “Hm?”I gave a light smile. "After school Dad will pick you up."His eyes moved fast, like he was thinking

Ophelia's POV I sat near the window with a cup of chamomile tea that was cold now. The steam was gone. I didn’t know how long it had been, just like the warmth that used to fill my heart each time I heard Julian’s name. Now, all that was left was an empty feeling and a slow pain, like something that wouldn’t go away.It had been more than a week.Over a week has passed since Julian and Maximilian went into their new way of life, a thing that always seemed to include Vivienne.I closed my eyes.Vivienne, the lady who was once Julian’s spouse. The lady who, for years, had been a veil between me and my own joy. The lady who went away without saying why but came back with a tale that made all hold their hearts and feel pity for her.The watch on the wall ticked gently, too loud in the quiet of the flat that seemed larger than normal. I opened my eyes and saw my image in the window pane neatly dressed, hair arranged, but eyes that had los

Ophelia's POV I was the person who walked out of the home because Julian said he wanted to think about Vivienne first. I was the one who mentioned I needed time to pull myself together. I was the one who picked to stay in this flat. That was just another reason not to bother them.I chose this.But I never imagined it would hurt this much.I went down to sit on the kitchen ground, resting against the cupboard, bringing my knees to my stomach.The quiet pressed more on my chest, making it feel small."Am I bad?" I said softly. "Am I bad to wish that I'm also in his life?"Tears at last dropped. One bit, then a next, gently going down.I don’t dislike him. I don’t dislike Vivienne. But I also don't know if I can stand being between a story that is still not done that they have together.Especially when I see Julian spending more and more time with Vivienne.Maximilian, wow that kid even s

Julian's POV Guilt. Love. Regret.I wiped my face with two hands. “I’m not going back to the past, Ophelia. I just can’t be chilly when she’s struggling like that”“So you still care,” she whispered.“Of course I care. She’s the mother of my child.”"That ain't what I meant," she said, her voice soft but sharp. "Do you still love her?"The query struck me once more, this moment more straight.I looked at the ground trying to find a reply that didn't seem like backstab.Do I love Vivienne?Love doesn't really go away. It just turns into something else. Sometimes it is anger. Other times, it’s being far apart. At times, it's a memory that we act like isn’t there anymore “Vivienne is the mom of my kid,” I said slowly. “She’s gone through many things͏. I just want to be sure she’s okay.”Ophelia shut her eyes for a bit. “That’s not what I wanted.”I rubbed the back of my neck. “I have no

Ophelia's POV I don’t know what came over me. At that moment, I just wanted to stop him. To hold him back. To force him to look at me, just once. And from some part of me I don’t even recognize, the words slipped out.“I’m pregnant.”The biggest lie that has ever left my mouth.And now, as Julian holds me as if his life depends on me, part of me wants to scream for forgiveness. But another part, the one that is afraid, fragile, and wounded, whispers that this is the only way to make him stay.“I don’t know what to do,” I murmured, pressing my face into his chest. That wasn’t entirely a lie. I truly didn’t know.Julian stroked my hair gently. So gently. The movement made me want to freeze in place, pretend everything was fine. “I care,” he said again.And those words pierced me even deeper.I wanted to tell the truth. God knows I did. But if I did it now, he would leave. He would walk away without looking back. And I couldn't. I couldn't face that.