บททั้งหมดของ Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Julian's POVI slowly opened the door to the bedroom. The light was really bright. It made my head hurt even more.Julian was standing in front of me. His face looked really tense. "Oh my God!" I felt like I was going to fall over for a second. My body started to sway.Julian caught me before I could fall."Easy, easy." He was holding me tightly like I might break or something.I found myself leaning against Julian's chest. My body felt really weak like a cloth that is too heavy to lift."Come on, let's go sit on the sofa." He picked me up carefully. Carried me to the living room. He put me on the sofa. I was sitting in a way that I wouldn't feel dizzy.Julian went to the kitchen. I came back with a cup of something warm."Here, drink this slowly." I took the cup from him. My hands were shaking. "Thank you." Julian asked, "Is this because of the chemotherapy?"

Vivienne's POV“You should take a rest.”He did not answer away but I could tell from the way he looked at me that his thoughts were still far from calm.Then finally he spoke, his voice low like a secret he had been keeping for too long."I am serious, Vivienne. If she was not pregnant I think I would have divorced her."I froze. My heart felt tight. His words made me feel colder than the bathroom floor earlier.I held my breath for a moment before saying, "Do not say that.""Why?" Julian looked at me, his jaw tight. "She-""If I die," I said slowly, choosing my words carefully, "who will be a mother to Maximilian?"Julian went still. His breath. The hand that had been holding me tensed as if the world had suddenly stopped."Vivienne," his voice was a fragile whisper. "Do not talk like that.""I am just telling the truth," I replied gently. "You know the reality, Julian.""I do no

Julian'S POV That morning felt really calm.I stood in the living room watching Vivienne and Maximilian sitting close on the sofa. Maximilian was busy looking at his phone smiling at photos from earlier. Vivienne just smiled softly even though I knew she wasn’t fully recovered yet.There was something in my chest that felt warm and tight at the time.I couldn’t just sit here. Do nothing.Vivienne needed food. Not just instant. Whatever was around. After chemotherapy her body needed something that could really help not something to fill her stomach.“I looked toward the kitchen. It was still neat – too neat for a place that should feel alive with family routines. There was no smell of cooking, the faint smell of last night’s porridge. No sound of utensils being used. Everything felt temporary. Like we were just passing through a moment that didn’t really belong to us.My gaze went back to Vivienne. She leaned back on the sofa

Julian's POV The self-moving doors opened as I walked in. Chilly air welcomed me right away, a big change from the heat outside. I stopped close to the door, taking a deep b͏reath trying to calm my mind which hadn’t quit racing.I pulled a cart slowly.Strange.It has been a long while since I did something so easy.Shopping for household needs.Once, all was done by machines. Someone handled it. Systems worked without me needing to think. But now, I stood here by myself, choosing what to get for a person battling a sickness.For Vivienne.My feet took me to the veggie part. Lines of green filled my sight; spinach, broccoli, carrots, and long beans. I stayed there more than I needed to, looking at tags one by one like a person buying for the first time.“What’s good after chemotherapy,” I murmured.I thought of something I read before. Food needs to be new. Simple to eat. Not too thick.My

Vivienne's POVMy hand was still on his cheek touching it softly like I was trying to remember how warm it felt. I was smiling. Deep down I was getting a little scared. It was a fear that I could not really explain. "Can I keep your painting?"Maximilian said yes away. "Yes please do not throw it away."I laughed a little. "I would never throw it away. This painting is very special to me."He looked happy then he put the canvas on the table. He was being very careful like it was the important thing in the world.. Maybe it was, for him.I watched him for a moment. He was patting the canvas to make sure it would not fall. He was looking at his painting with pride. It all seemed simple but it meant a lot.I took a breath.I wished time could just stop here.I wished I could stay in moments like this for longer.Maximilian sat back down. This time he leaned against me. His head was resting on my arm.