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2025-10-31 01:42:48Vivienne's POV
I looked up and down, my eyes watering with tears. "Do you think I'm missing out? Julian?" I screamed in frustration. He continues to praise me daily, expressing his pride and joy when we take him out on the patio. A momentary silence followed. 'Mommy' has become the nickname that the woman is now using.Julian froze. He sank into tears, his face in my face as though I had just hit him on the head.He remained quiet and said, "Vivienne, that's not what I meant by that."He lacks comprehension of the actual events happening between us.With my head raised, I couldn't help but feel something. "That's the reason he has such an easy mind. Only those who bring a smile to his face are the ones he sees. Unfortunately, I am no longer associated with that.”My thoughts centered on my trembling fingers on the lap. "Even after a night spent in his room, I could hear him talking."He lifted his head, and with his dark eyes cloaked in my s
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Julian's POV I woke up far earlier than usual. It was still dark outside, the curtains untouched, the room cold. But what pulled me from sleep wasn’t the air, it was the weight in my chest, the sense that whatever I had done last night hadn’t truly resolved anything.I had been honest with Ophelia. I had told her the real reason Vivienne was sick. A brain tumor. That was why I couldn’t walk away from her, even while trying to build something with Ophelia. That should have been enough, right? It should have made everything clearer. And yet, somehow, it didn’t feel that way.I stared at the ceiling, letting my thoughts drift without direction. The clock ticked softly, each second a reminder that time was moving forward while I remained stuck caught between two lives I couldn’t merge.Honestly, I had hoped that telling Ophelia the truth would bring some relief. Like loosening a knot that had been tightening around my chest for too long. Instead, what remained was a sha
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Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 74
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