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They Know I'm Here

Author: kadmiel
last update publish date: 2026-01-05 00:40:28

"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."

Marcus appeared in the doorway, took one look at the flowers, and swore. "Where did those come from?"

"Delivery. Signed by Damien and Natasha." Calloway pulled out his phone. "I'm c
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  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Gregory's Trial

    The courthouse was packed.Media crews lined the steps outside, cameras ready, reporters shouting questions at anyone who entered. Inside, the gallery was filled to capacity—journalists, curious onlookers, business associates, and victims. All waiting to see Gregory Winters face justice.I sat in the front row, Calloway beside me. His hand found mine, squeezed once. Reassurance. Support."You don't have to be here," he said quietly. "If this is too much—""I need to be here." My voice was firm despite the anxiety churning in my stomach. "He tried to kill me. Tried to kill Rosie. I need to see this through."Across the aisle, I spotted Marcus in his wheelchair. Sienna stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder. They'd both been subpoenaed as witnesses. Both had stories to tell about Gregory's cruelty.Marcus caught my eye. Nodded once. A silent acknowledgment of shared trauma.The bailiff stood. "All rise. The Honorable Judge Patricia Morrison presidi

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Shared Destiny

    We sat in silence for a long moment.Rosie slept peacefully in my lap, unaware that her entire existence was the result of impossible circumstances. Calloway remained kneeling in front of me, his hand still holding mine."We both experienced it," I said finally. "The time anomaly. Whatever it was.""Yes.""But differently." I looked at him. "I lived through it. Actually died and woke up three days earlier. Got a second chance to change everything.""And I dreamed it." His thumb traced circles on my hand. "Saw your death play out night after night until I couldn't ignore it anymore.""Two different experiences of the same event.""Or two sides of the same coin." He stood, moved to sit beside me on the couch. Careful not to disturb Rosie. "You were given the chance to live it again. I was given the knowledge to prevent it."The weight of that settled over us."Why?" I asked. "Why us? Why this?""I don't know. Maybe there's no reason. Maybe

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Calloway’s Confession

    Calloway went very still.His gray eyes held mine—searching, calculating, deciding something.Then he stood. Moved to the window. Stood there for a long moment with his back to me, shoulders tense."Calloway?" I adjusted Rosie in my lap. "Did you hear what I said? About the baby? About you knowing?""I heard." His voice was quiet. Too quiet."Then—""The day I showed up at your door." He turned to face me. "You asked me once why that day. Why that specific moment. Why I came when I did."My heart hammered. "You said it was about Damien's debt. About the money he owed you.""That was part of it. But not all of it." He moved closer. Slowly. Like he was approaching something fragile. "Elena, I need to tell you something. And I need you to not interrupt until I'm finished. Can you do that?"I nodded, unable to speak.He sat across from me. Hands clasped. Eyes intense."Three months before I showed up at your house, I started having dreams

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Regression Therapy

    "I want to try regression therapy."Dr. Reeves looked up from her notes. We were in her office at the hospital—I'd insisted on continuing sessions even after being discharged. The penthouse felt too big. Too empty. Too full of memories I couldn't access."Regression therapy," she repeated carefully. "Elena, that's not typically recommended for trauma patients. It can be destabilizing—""I need to understand these dreams. These memories." I leaned forward. "You said my brain might be creating false narratives. But what if it's not? What if there are real memories buried somewhere and I just need help accessing them?""Regression therapy won't help you distinguish between real and false memories. In fact, it might make things worse. The line between imagination and reality becomes even more blurred.""I don't care. I need to try something." My hands clenched in my lap. "Every night I dream about dying. About falling. About timelines that shouldn't exist. And I

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   The Time Reset

    I was falling.The stairs stretched beneath me—endless, spiraling down into darkness. Each step hit harder than the last, pain exploding through my body with every impact.I tried to scream but no sound came out.Above me, standing at the top of the stairs, Damien watched. His face was cold. Empty. Like I was nothing.Beside him, Sienna smiled."You should have just left," she said. Her voice echoed, distorted. "None of this had to happen.""Please—" I managed to gasp. "The baby—""What baby?" Damien's laugh was cruel. "You really think I'd let you keep it?"His hand came down. Pushed.And I was falling again.Down, down, down.The stairs became walls. The walls became sky. Everything spinning, tumbling, breaking—Blood. So much blood.Pooling beneath me. Warm. Sticky. Spreading across white marble floors that shouldn't be there.I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't do anything except watch the blood and know—know w

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Starting Over

    The next morning, Calloway arrived early.I was awake—had been for hours, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember. Trying to find anything in the blank space where two years of my life should be.Nothing came.Just emptiness."Good morning." He stood in the doorway, cautious. Like he was afraid of startling me. In his hands, he held a tablet and a folder."Morning." I sat up, wincing at the pull of stitches. "What's all that?""Memories." He moved into the room, set the tablet on the bedside table. "Or at least, attempts at memories. I thought maybe if you saw photos, videos—heard stories about us—something might trigger."Hope flickered in his eyes. Desperate, raw hope that made my chest ache.I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd been trying to remember all night. That I'd stared at our wedding photo for an hour, willing myself to feel something.Anything.But there was nothing. Just confusion and a hollow sense of loss for somethi

  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Confronting Feelings

    The adrenaline from breaking into Marcus Sr.'s office had finally worn off, leaving us both exhausted and wired at the same time. Marcus had dropped us off with promises to stay in touch, to keep us updated on his father's movements. Now it was just the two of us in the quiet penthouse, the city

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19
  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Chapter 13: The First Real Kiss

    The hospital doors slid open with a soft hiss, and sunlight spilled across the polished floor like nothing in the world had almost gone wrong. Discharged. The word felt unreal. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, one hand pressed to my belly, the other gripping the strap of my bag

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Chapter 16: Unlikely Alliance

    The penthouse felt different after the threatening text. Calloway had tripled security overnight. I'd woken to find two new guards stationed outside our door, another two in the lobby, and God knows how many monitoring the building's perimeter. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I watched th

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Chapter 17: Friends, New Secrets

    We moved to the living room—an awkward triangle of tension and unspoken questions. Calloway positioned himself beside me on the sofa, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched. His presence was solid, protective. One hand rested casually on the armrest, but I could see the tension in his fin

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
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