His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him

“I will divorce her. I only love you.”Calvin Ashford’s voice was clearly heard.Camelia Collyn froze. She stood behind the half-open door of a VIP room in a club. Her hand gripped the handle of the small bag at her side, while her shoulders tensed unconsciously. She had just arrived, intending to give a small surprise, bringing a cake because today marked their third wedding anniversary. However, what she heard instead was a sentence that made her chest feel as if it had been struck by something hard.She recognized that voice. The voice that had been part of her life for three years, even though it was rarely directed at her with warmth. Slowly, Camelia took one step closer, just enough to see inside the room.Calvin was standing facing a woman. The woman’s long hair fell neatly down her back, her face beautiful with a gentle smile.“Is that true?” Samantha asked softly, her voice sounding sweet. “What about your wife?”Calvin snorted lightly. His expression was flat, as if the topi

After waiting, a call finally came in from Ronal, and Calvin immediately answered it.“How is it?” he asked sharply as soon as the call connected. “Have you found her?”On the other end, Ronal took a breath first. “I’m sorry, Sir. There is no trace at all. Airports, stations, hotels, apartments… everything turned up empty. Madam Camelia is as if she vanished into thin air.”“What do you mean there’s no trace at all?” Calvin snapped. “Are you joking with me?”“I’ve deployed all the teams, Sir,” Ronal replied carefully. “There is nothing we could find. It’s as if—”“ENOUGH!” Calvin cut in harshly. “Are you incompetent, or are you deliberately playing games with me?”“Sir—”“I pay you not for excuses!” Calvin’s voice rose. “Find her. Whatever it takes. If by tonight there’s still nothing, you don’t need to work with me anymore!”The call ended abruptly.Calvin threw his phone onto the sofa. His chest rose and fell.Unnoticed, the clock on the wall showed eight in the evening. He had wait

Two months passed without any news from Camelia.Calvin was still sitting in his office chair, staring at the dark screen of his phone. There were no missed calls. No messages. Not a single sign that Camelia intended to return.“Is she really going to leave me?” he muttered irritably.Ronal stood in front of Calvin’s desk, maintaining a cautious posture. “Sir, there’s a meeting in ten minutes.”“Cancel it,” Calvin replied curtly.Ronal hesitated. “It’s an important meeting with the investors—”“I said cancel it,” Calvin cut him off. “I’m not in the mood.”Ronal nodded and left.Calvin rubbed his face roughly. In his mind, one sentence kept looping endlessly: She will definitely beg. But as day after day passed, that certainty began to feel fragile. Every time the front door opened, he turned with the same hope. Every time his phone vibrated, his chest tightened in vain.“What are you waiting for?” Calvin laughed at himself. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”Yet the anger never truly came

Morning had not fully arrived when Calvin stood on the second-floor balcony of his house. Cold air seeped through the thin shirt he was wearing, but he didn’t care. Both of his hands rested on the balcony railing, his eyes fixed on the sky that was still dark.The bedroom light behind him was still on.Samantha had stayed the night in that house.Soft footsteps were heard. Calvin didn’t turn around. He already knew who it was. The next second, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.“You haven’t slept yet?” Samantha asked gently. “Or did you just wake up?”Calvin remained silent. That touch should have felt familiar. Yet for some reason, his body stiffened instead. Not because he disliked it, but because his mind drifted elsewhere.In the past, whenever he stood on the balcony like this, Camelia would always come. Without many words. Without waiting for permission. The woman would hug him from behind, rest

Calvin closed his eyes in his office chair. The lights in the office were still brightly lit, but his head felt heavy. Somehow, his thoughts had been drifting more and more often without permission. He took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.Yet the memory still came.That night, the rain was pouring heavily. Calvin came home late, his steps unsteady. The smell of alcohol clung strongly to his body. As soon as the front door opened, Camelia immediately stood up from the sofa.“Calvin?” Her voice trembled. “You drank again?”Calvin didn’t answer. He kicked off his shoes carelessly, then took a few steps before his body swayed. Camelia reflexively grabbed his arm.“Don’t touch me,” Calvin growled as he brushed her hand away, though his strength didn’t match his words.Camelia didn’t step back. Her face turned pale. “You’re very cold. Have you taken your medicine?”“Annoying,” Calvin replied. He rubbed his temple. His breathing was heavy, his forehead starting to sweat.Camelia looke