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EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Aftermath and Recovery
Six months after the bathtub incident, life began to feel almost normal.Almost.I sat in Dr. Reeves' office for what she promised would be our final session. Six months of twice-weekly therapy. Six months of processing trauma, memory recovery, and learning to live with the knowledge that my daughter had survived three deaths."How are you feeling?" Dr. Reeves asked."Honestly? Better." I settled into the familiar chair. "The nightmares have stopped. The anxiety is manageable. I can let Rosie take a bath without having a panic attack.""That's significant progress." She made a note. "And your memories?""Fully restored. Everything from the past three years. My relationship with Calloway, Rosie's birth, the kidnapping, the trial—all of it." I paused. "Even the time loop. I remember both timelines now. The one where I died and the one where I survived.""And you've made peace with that?""As much peace as anyone can make with dying and coming back.
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) The Third Death
I was moving before my brain caught up.Shoving past Victoria. Into the bathroom. Plunging my hands into the water.Rosie's body was limp. Heavy. Wrong.I pulled her out, water streaming everywhere. Her lips were blue. Eyes closed. Not breathing."No, no, no—" I laid her on the bathroom floor. Tilted her head back. Started compressions. "Not again. Not again!"Calloway dropped beside me. "I've got breaths."One. Two. Three. Four. Five compressions.Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe."How did she get in there?" Marcus's voice from the doorway. "The tub was empty. I checked the bathroom an hour ago.""Someone call 911!" Sienna was on her phone already.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe.Rosie remained still. Blue. Gone."Come on, baby," I sobbed. "Come on. You survived twice already. You can do this. You can—"One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe."Elena, let me—" Calloway tried to take over c
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Preventive Measures
"You want to do what?"The contractor stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had."Fill in the pool," I repeated. "Completely. I want it removed."We stood in the backyard of the Sterling estate—Victoria's property where family gatherings were held. Where a beautiful infinity pool overlooked the gardens.Where, in 2.5 years, Rosie would drown."Mrs. Sterling, that's a fifty-thousand-dollar pool. Custom designed. It would cost nearly as much to remove it as it did to install.""I don't care what it costs." I crossed my arms. "I want it gone. This week."The contractor looked to Calloway for support. For reason.Calloway just nodded. "You heard her. Fill it in. Replace it with a garden. Whatever she wants.""But—""We're paying you to do a job, not to question it." Calloway's tone left no room for argument. "Can you do it or not?"The contractor sighed. "I can do it. But I'm telling you, it's a waste of—""Then get started." I
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Prophetic Dreams
The dreams came every night after that.Different scenarios. Different ages. But always the same ending.Rosie dying.The second night, I dreamed of her at age five. Playing in a park. Running. Then—nothing. Just her small body on the ground. Paramedics. People crying.The third night, she was seven. In a school. Fire alarms. Smoke. Her face in a window, screaming.The fourth night, ten years old. Swimming. Going under. Not coming back up.Each dream was vivid. Detailed. Specific. I could see the clothes she wore. Hear the exact words people spoke. Feel the temperature of the air.They weren't normal nightmares.They were premonitions.By the end of the first week, I looked like death. Dark circles under my eyes. Hands shaking from too much coffee and too little sleep. I was terrified to close my eyes. Terrified of what I'd see."Elena." Calloway found me in the kitchen at three AM, staring at cold coffee. "You can't keep doing this."
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Medical Emergency
The emergency room was chaos.Doctors and nurses swarmed around Rosie the moment we arrived. They'd radioed ahead—eighteen-month-old female, cardiac arrest, resuscitated at scene, unstable vitals."We need to intubate," one doctor said."Get me an IV line—""Oxygen saturation dropping—"Their voices blurred together. I stood frozen at the edge of the trauma bay, watching them work on my daughter. Watching them try to save her life for the second time tonight.Calloway's arm came around my shoulders. "They've got her. They know what they're doing."But his voice shook.A nurse gently guided us out of the trauma bay. "You need to wait in the family room. We'll update you as soon as we can.""I'm not leaving her—""Ma'am, you need to let us work. Please."Calloway pulled me away. We stumbled into a small waiting room with uncomfortable chairs and outdated magazines. He pushed me into a seat."She stopped breathing." The words came out fla
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Protection Rituals
"Absolutely not."I stared at Victoria across the breakfast table. She'd shown up at the penthouse at eight in the morning with a determined expression and a leather bag I didn't recognize."Elena, please." Victoria set the bag on the counter. "Just hear me out.""You want to perform a protection ceremony on my daughter. A ritual. Like we're in some medieval village warding off evil spirits." I shook my head. "No. I won't subject Rosie to—""To what? A harmless tradition that's been in our family for generations?" Victoria's voice was gentle but firm. "I'm not asking you to sacrifice a goat or dance naked under the full moon. It's a simple ceremony. Blessings. Prayers. Symbols of protection."Calloway emerged from the nursery with Rosie on his hip. "What's going on?""Your mother wants to perform a protection ritual," I said."Ah." He set Rosie down. She immediately toddled toward her toy box. "The Sterling family ceremony.""You know about this
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Fighting Back
The estate security finally cleared the reporters from the driveway, threatening trespassing charges and police intervention. By the time our SUV pulled through the gate, my hands had stopped shaking, replaced by something harder. Rage.
Last Updated : 2026-03-20EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Premature Panic
The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and urgent voices. Calloway carried me through the emergency entrance despite my weak protests that I could walk. Security guards flanked us, keeping back the handful of photographers who'd somehow found us e
Last Updated : 2026-03-20EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) They Know I'm Here
"They know I'm here," I whispered. "They know exactly where I am." "Of course they do. It's all over the news." Calloway took the card back, studied it. "But this—this is a threat. A deliberate intimidation tactic." "It's working." Ma
Last Updated : 2026-03-20EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise) Bed Rest Bonding
The next morning arrived with pale sunlight filtering through the hospital blinds. I woke to find Calloway already awake, sitting in the chair beside my bed with his laptop balanced on his knees. He'd changed clothes at some point—must have sent someone to fetch thi
Last Updated : 2026-03-21
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