《HIS REGRET AFTER HER LAST 100 DAYS》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

"Anna, do you really think a pathetic stunt like this will make Dylan change his mind about divorcing you?" Lea sneered, her gaze sweeping over me with open judgment.I swallowed hard.A mocking smile curved her lips. "Do you honestly think Dylan has ever wanted you?"The question cut through my chest like a double-edged blade. Even so, I refused to hide the heat burning across my face. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my clothes."Think about it, Anna. You're better off accepting this divorce as soon as possible instead of making ridiculous demands," Lea mocked before rising from the sofa.She slung her designer shoulder bag over one shoulder and casually settled herself on Dylan's lap, wrapping both arms around my husband's neck as if to remind me that she was the only woman allowed to do such a thing.I let out a long breath before speaking with conviction."If you're so certain Dylan could never be interested in me, then you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm only asking f

For nearly half the day, I lay in bed, curled up as I stared blankly through the open window. My body felt hot, and I was utterly exhausted even though I hadn't done anything physically demanding.Fortunately, Jessy wasn't home. She was probably working at her boutique. If she saw me lazing around like this, I was sure she'd pound on my bedroom door and order me to do whatever work could be done. She truly couldn't stand seeing me relax, not even for a minute.The servants didn't bother me either, mainly because I'd locked my bedroom door from the inside. All I wanted was to rest and calm myself down.My gaze drifted to the lunchbox lying in the middle of the room. The pain in my chest surged back immediately.Dylan had truly poured salt into an open wound.Slowly, I pushed myself upright. I pressed a hand against my forehead.Hot."Hah... I think I have a fever," I muttered.Using the little strength I had left, I got out of bed and carried the lunch container downstairs. I planned t

"Vallen, just pretend you never saw any of this," I said calmly."Damn it, Anna, what do you mean? How am I supposed to stay quiet after seeing something this unfair? You're fighting a disease while Dylan...""Vallen, this is my marriage."The firmness in my voice silenced him on the other end of the line. I could hear him exhale through the phone. I opened my mouth and continued. "You have no right to interfere.""Oh..." His voice turned mocking. He laughed. "Fine. Forget it," he said, giving up.Just before I ended the call, Vallen spoke again. "Then die in peace," he said sharply.My hand clenched into a fist, crushing the fabric of my clothes.Die? How could I die in peace while Dylan was happily living his life with Lea?My arm fell limply to my side. My grip on the phone loosened, nearly slipping from my hand. I stared at my shoes through blurred vision.How was I supposed to leave this world peacefully?After wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I asked the driver to t

“You just don't know the reason,” I said, tugging lightly at the edge of his suit jacket.Dylan's steps came to a halt. He drew a deep breath before turning back toward me. I was still slumped weakly in my chair, my eyes swollen, sore, and burning. Even so, I refused to let him see how hurt I was.“You probably think I'm begging for your love with this request, but...” I lifted my head and met his sharp gaze. “...that's not why.”“Then what is?”I shook my head, biting hard on my lower lip.No. I wasn't going to tell him.If Dylan found out I was sick, he'd probably think everything I was doing was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to earn his pity.His brows furrowed. “Why aren't you saying anything? Was I right?”“I just don't want to have regrets.” The corner of my lips curved into a faint smile. “There are so many things I've never done before, and for once, I want to do all of them.”Dylan let out a cold laugh and rubbed his forehead. “Such a cliché reason. You sound like some

"You told me to leave earlier, and now you're stopping me." I looked at Dylan as he scratched the back of his head. "You're not very consistent.""My body's weak because of you," he shot back irritably. "So before you go, help me to the bathroom."For a moment, my gaze lingered on his fingers. Our wedding ring was no longer on his ring finger. Meanwhile, I had kept wearing mine until it had left a mark on my skin.The realization irritated me.I took Dylan's hand and pulled him up from the bed. He slung an arm over my shoulder as if I could somehow support his large frame."You're heavy!""Quit complaining," Dylan grumbled."Oh, so this is the guy who said he could do everything by himself?" I teased, earning a glare from him. "Looks like you're still asking for my help.""You've got a lot of nerve making fun of me.""Why should I be scared? You're weak right now. One push and you'd fall over."When we reached the bathroom, I let go of him. Dylan steadied himself against the door and