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2025-12-10 09:28:46Vivienne's POV
I awoke with a pounding head as though I had been abruptly yanked from a shadowy nightmare. My body seemed light though not so. It was more like I had no strength left as if every ounce of energy had been sapped away. I fluttered my eyes a few times attempting to clear my hazy sight.A ceiling painted white. The subtle aroma of the ocean wafting inside through the window. A cover still wrapped around me.This is my apartment.However before I could completely process that another thing came into my sight something that caused my heart to jump with fear.Julian. He sat on the couch against the wall, his shirt creased, his hair disheveled as if he hadn’t rested all night. His face was grave. His eyes revealed a blend of concern and fatigue.I instantly sat upright, my breath hitching. "Ju-Julian? Why are you here?”The abrupt motion caused my head to whirl. Before I could lose my balance Julian had already stood
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Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 68
Julian's POV The warmth of that hug was still on my body. It had been a time since I let myself be weak. I stopped acting like everything was okay. I stopped hiding my feelings. I stopped saying that nothing was wrong. Vivienne was in my arms. She felt light and fragile but she was really there. Being with Vivienne felt like it was keeping me from coming at the seams. Vivienne was holding something inside me together.I wanted to stay like that. I did not want to move or say anything. I just wanted to be with her.Then my phone rang. I was right, in the middle of something. My phone started ringing. The sound of my phone ringing was really loud. My phone. It caught my attention. I had to stop what I was doing because my phone was ringing.The sound was really loud, it was like someone slapped me. This made me stop moving. I was with Vivienne. She was holding me. She let go of me. When I let go of Vivienne I saw her face. Vivienne's face was pale. She
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 67
Vivienne's POV My chest constricted. His words broke through my barriers one, after another. I tried to speak anything but my tongue felt unbearably heavy.I caught a glimpse of his cologne subtly blended with the saltiness of his tears. The hug was overly firm, nearly hurting. I didn’t resist him. I wasn’t sure if it was due to exhaustion or because a part of me still longed for his presence."I regret it,” he murmured more gently this time as if admitting a truth hidden for ages. "I regret not loving you properly. I regret causing you to feel isolated. I regret understanding it all when I was on the verge of losing you."The words caused my eyes to sting.Almost lose you.Almost lose you.Those two words repeated in my mind more intensely than his sobbing itself. Similar to a noise bouncing in a space I believed had become numb. My chest shook, my breathing stuck in my throat. I wasn’t prepared to listen to that, not at th
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 66
Vivienne's POV I shut my eyes. Attempted to control my breathing as the nurse had instructed. Inhale, for four counts. Hold for two. Exhale gently. I repeated this time until my pulse calmed down somewhat. My body was still shaking. My mind started discovering tiny spaces where it could rest.Straining, I. Shuffled toward the window. The curtain was sheer allowing the afternoon sunlight to stream through. Beyond the ocean rested quietly the skyline blending into a hue. Figures appeared of an old couple clutching hands a youngster chasing seagulls. Life did not pause simply because I was unwell. Life paused for no one.“It’s alright." I murmured gently to my image, in the mirror. "You don’t need to be tough today.”The words seemed unfamiliar. For years I gauged myself by how much I could withstand. How silently I concealed my fatigue. How swiftly I rose again after stumbling. Now my standard has shifted. Now merely rising from the ground felt like a t
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 65
Vivienne's POVI rested on the bedroom floor propped against the bed’s edge, a blanket draped around me that remained chilly despite the sun beginning to set. My hands shook while clutching a cup of water I hadn't taken a sip from. An ache pulsed in my head, a persistent pain that never fully disappeared and my chest constricted with a pain much deeper than any side effect of chemotherapy.I never intended to push Julian.The idea kept echoing in my mind like a chant without a reply. I realized my words came across as harsh. I saw the expression on his face when I told him to leave shocked, upset and wounded. He was unaware. He had no idea how difficult it was for me to face him with a body I no longer identified as mine.I didn’t wish for him to witness me in this state.No longer was the Vivienne of old tidy collected, perpetually standing tall by his side. Not the Vivienne who managed to choke back tears and grin as though all was well. Now
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 64
Julian's POV The nurse gave a smile. "I am searching for Mrs. Vivienne. She resides in this unit correct? She neglected to collect her prescription for pain medication. Additionally there is medicine for nausea if the side effects following her chemotherapy remain intense. I happened to be passing this way so I decided to bring it over.”The term chemotherapy struck my chest like a battering ram.I halted. My breath disappeared. The world appeared to stand.“W-what are you implying?" My tone sounded rough, strange, to myself. "Why is Vivienne receiving chemotherapy?”The nurse appeared puzzled, somewhat uncomfortable. "You’re her relatives, correct?”I wished to refuse. I longed to be truthful to reveal we were divorced and that I lacked any entitlement to inquire about anything longer. Yet my gut refused to let me utter the truth. Something within me shouted that confessing we were now strangers would mean losing all understanding o
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 63
Julian's POV I moved away from the door with a heart, each step seeming like a slight act of treason. Yet before rounding the hallway corner I paused and glanced back one last time.“For a moment Vivienne," I murmured. "I’ll stay close.”As I moved my shoulder grazed the wall while I attempted to relieve the pressure choking my chest. My phone buzzed inside my pocket, Ophelia or the office. I chose to ignore it. Let it stay silent. The world could hold on for a moment.Vivienne couldn’t.I shut my eyes briefly tuning into the off noise of waves flowing in through the hallway window. She might have been able to hear them indoors well. She appreciated moments, cozy tea, moonlight and the ocean murmur.Her life had been too noisy for far too long.And I was part of that noise.I glanced at the door more.I realized I shouldn’t push my way in.However I was unable to leave.“At the least allow
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