The Wife He Regretted Too Late

“Venus… meet Annalise.” He smiled. “And this is my son, Alexander.The words hit her like a fist to the chest.Venus was sitting at the dining table with a cup of tea in her hand. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to look at Leo standing a few feet away from her. Her hands shook violently, and the cup of tea she hadn’t even finished slipped from her grasp.Ann… Annalise?Her throat went dry, “What…. What is this? She said, her voice barely above whisper. Leo’s eyes were obsidian. The man she had loved, the man she had trusted, the man she had married… standing there with his ex-lover, the woman who had once left him broken, who had walked away and shattered his heart. “They’re my family now,” Leo said casually, like it was nothing.Her eyes widened in shock, family? Her gaze bounced between them, her mind refusing to accept the scene as reality.She felt a tickle in her eyes, but she tried so hard to hold back the tear. She can't believe this was the same man who showered her with love

Venus woke up with pain gnawing through every muscle, cold seeping into her bones. The hard driveway pressed against her back, rough and unyielding.She tried to move. Her limbs rebelled, every joint is in pain. Her head throbbed, her shoulder burned, and her ribs ached as if they had been shattered. She blinked, the pale morning light harsh against her swollen eyes.Pain shot through her as she tried to sit up. Her fingers dug into the rough concrete, nails scraping. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else, stiff and broken.A wave of memory crashed over her. Annalise’s scream. Leo’s disbelief. Alexander’s small, trembling voice.Tears pricked and spilled. Her body shivered violently, she hugged her hands around herself, every nerve raw, every heartbeat hammering in her ears.A soft creak from the door made her freeze. Her head turned slowly toward the house. The front door opened. Leo and Annalise were in the doorway. Annalise’s sharp

Venus lay awake in the dark. Sleep refused to come. The room was too quiet, and the silence pressed down in on her, making it hard for her to breathe. Her eyes stayed open, fixed on the ceiling above her.Her mind wouldn’t stop. Who am I? What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything? Why is no one coming for me? Do they think I’m dead?She closed her eyes, hoping it would help, but it didn’t. The questions just kept spinning.She shifted slightly on the bed. Her ribs and shoulder still hurt, but it barely mattered. Nothing hurt more than not knowing who she is. Her thoughts were louder than her pain.The first light of morning crept through the curtains. She sat up slowly. Her body felt heavy and weak, but her mind was wide awake and afraid.A knock at the door made her look up.The nurse came in. “Good morning. “You’re awake early.” She smiled gently. How are you feeling this morning? “Tired,” Venus admitted. “And… lost.”“That’s normal,” the nurse said softly. “Your bra

Venus hesitated at the threshold, her shoes silent against the polished marble floor. Her chest thumped with a strange mix of fear and curiosity.Ryan walked ahead, steady and calm. “Follow me,” he said softly. His voice carried a quiet authority she couldn’t ignore. Venus obeyed, her steps echoing faintly in the long hall.The corridor stretched ahead, lined with framed paintings and intricate rugs. Soft lights glowed along the walls, casting warm shadows that made the space feel alive. With every step, her stomach tightened with a feeling she couldn’t name, Ryan stopped in front of a large door. He pushed it open and gestured for her to enter. “Here we are.”Venus stepped inside.The room was warm, bathed in sunlight that slipped through sheer curtains. Everything was neat. A made bed. A small table with a glass of water. A plush chair by the window. A stack of books that somehow looked familiar, though she couldn’t explain why.Her fingers lingered on the smooth bedside table. The