He Regretted It and Begged for a Second Chance

“I want a divorce.”The words fell just like that from Mike’s lips the moment the front door closed behind him, as if he had prepared them long ago and was only now finally releasing them without hesitation.Elara, who was standing in the middle of the living room, was still holding a glass of water in her hand. The thin steam rising from the warm water slowly faded, just like the expression on her face that instantly froze. She turned slowly, her movement almost imperceptible, only her eyes searching for the face of the man in front of her, as if hoping she had heard him wrong.“What did you say?” her voice came out softly. “You said… divorce?”Mike did not answer immediately. He took off his black suit jacket in one swift motion, then tossed it onto the sofa without really paying attention to where it landed. His jaw tightened, and when he finally turned to look at her, there was not even the slightest warmth in his gaze.“Yes, Elara,” he said shortly, his voice flat. “This is enoug

The front door had just closed after Ryan, Vina, and Vania left, but the cold air they had left behind still lingered throughout the room. Elara stood upright in the middle of the living room, her face calm, while her fingers, folded at her sides, were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.Mike stood a few steps in front of her. His gaze had turned cold again, as if the man who had gently comforted Vania earlier was not the same person.He took his black suit jacket from the back of the sofa, then put it on with calm movements.“If you still want to stay, that’s up to you,” Mike said without looking at her. His voice was flat, almost without emotion. “But don’t expect anything.”Elara slowly lifted her face.Mike turned to look at her, his eyes sharp and hard. “No matter how long,” he continued softly yet piercingly, “I will never consider you my wife.”Those words landed right in Elara’s chest like shards of glass, painfully sharp.Yet her face remained calm. She di

Dusk had fallen when Elara arrived home. The sky still carried the gray remnants of the afternoon rain, and the air felt damp as she stepped through the front door. The house remained the same—spacious, cold, and silent—but there was something different in Elara’s steps this time. There was no more hesitation. No more empty hope that she used to bring home every day.She placed her bag on the table, then walked toward the kitchen without taking off her shoes. On the long marble counter, several ingredients had already been neatly arranged. But Elara did not touch them. She only stood there for a moment, staring at everything with a flat expression before finally turning away.A few hours earlier, she had contacted a professional chef. And now, all the dishes laid out on the dining table were the result of someone else’s work, not hers.In the past, she would wake up earlier, prepare everything herself, making sure every taste suited Mike’s preference. But today, everything felt differ

Chapter 7 — The Breaking PointThe bedroom door closed quite hard as Mike walked out, his steps long and fast as if he wanted to get away from something he had almost done. His chest rose and fell, his breathing not yet fully steady. The veins on his neck were visibly tense, his jaw clenched, while the image of Elara’s face kept replaying in his mind.“Crazy…” he muttered softly as he rubbed his face roughly. “What is actually happening to me…”He kept walking until he reached the back terrace of the house. The cold night air immediately greeted him, carrying the scent of water from the pool beneath the garden lights. Mike stopped at the edge, both hands resting on the glass railing, staring at the water’s surface that reflected his own image.He let out a long breath. “This can’t happen,” he said quietly, more to himself. “My heart clearly belongs only to Vania.”That name appeared just like that in his mind.Mike closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his thoughts. “I’m only d

Morning arrived with sunlight slipping through the gaps in the large curtains of their room. The air still felt cold, but Elara had already been awake for an hour. She stood in front of Mike’s wardrobe, carefully choosing his work outfit as if there had never been any argument between them.A dark gray suit, a white shirt, and a plain black tie.Exactly Mike’s taste.Elara neatly hung everything beside the bed, then straightened a tiny crease that was almost invisible on the sleeve of the suit. After that, she stepped back slightly, observing the result with satisfaction.The sound of running water from the bathroom could still be heard.Today, Elara looked different. Her long hair was left flowing softly with slight waves at the ends. Her face was touched with natural makeup that made her eyes look more alive. The cream-colored house dress she wore fit her body perfectly, simple yet elegant.And the soft scent of her perfume filled the room.Lately, Elara had indeed started paying mo