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2026-01-04 04:12:26Julian's POV
Ophelia gave a faint nod and went to the bedroom to get ready. I stayed seated, staring at her untouched cup of coffee. Cold like her heart this morning. Flat, silent, and somehow making me feel like I was losing something I couldn’t fix with words.About half an hour later, Ophelia emerged, neatly dressed. Without much to say, she took her car keys and stood in the doorway.“Don’t forget Maximilian’s breakfast,” she said briefly.“Ophelia,” I called before she could leave completely.She looked at me for a moment. I wanted to tell her that I appreciated her. That I was sorry. That I didn’t want our relationship to fracture like this. That I wanted to do everything right. But no words came out.Because whatever I said would only sound like an excuse.“Take care,” I finally said.Ophelia gave a small, forced smile, trying to look fine. “You too.”Then the door closed, leaving behind a silence too large for this small living room to c
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Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 82
Vivienne's POV Maximilian is holding me with his entire small body, and I am holding him back as if this is the last day God has given me.Today my child is back in my arms.And even though I am fragile, weak, and sick, something inside me, for a moment, feels whole again.I hold my breath, trying to match my heartbeat to the small rhythm pressed against my chest. Maximilian’s body is warm, his weight real, and somehow it keeps me sitting upright even as the world slowly spins. His hands clutch my clothes, his fingers small but determined as if letting go for even a second would make me disappear.Julian remains beside me, his shoulder closed, his presence quiet yet steady. He says nothing, only shifts his position so I can lean on him if I need to. I let my shoulder touch his arm. The contact is simple, without demands, without promises and precisely because of that, my chest tightens.Maximilian lifts his face, his eyes red but attentive. “Mom cold?” he
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Vivienne's POV “Oh.” Maximilian accepted the answer just like that. Then he yawned small and adorable and rested his head on my shoulder. “Mom, are you tired?” “Yes,” I answered honestly. “A little.” He nodded again, then lifted Dino and placed it on my lap. “Dino will watch Mom. Dad too.” I swallowed my tears. “Yes. Mom is being watched over.” Julian returned with two cups of tea. He set them down gently, then stood awkwardly, unsure where to sit. I shifted slightly on the sofa, making space without looking at him. He sat at the edge. The distance between us felt like a fragile compromise we both accepted. “You can see the beach from the window,” Maximilian said enthusiastically, pointing. “Can we look later?” “Later,” I replied. “When Mom feels a bit stronger.”Julian glanced at me quickly and the word stronger hung in the air, heavy. He nodded slowly, then looked at Maximilian. “Let’s make a small breakfas
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Vivienne's POV “Max.” That was all I could manage. In an instant, he was running toward me. His small body wrapped tightly around my waist so tightly I almost lost my balance, but I didn’t care. I held him, stroked his hair, felt his heart racing like that of a child terrified of losing something precious. I closed my eyes. Tears spilled freely. I missed him. God, I missed him so deeply. “Mom, really?” he asked, looking up at me, his face wet, his voice shaking. “Is this really Mom?” I smiled through my tears. “Yes, sweetheart. It’s Mom.” Maximilian cried harder, hugging me again. “Mom, I missed you. I missed you so much ” I bit my lip, holding myself together so I wouldn’t completely fall apart. “I missed you too. So much.” Then I felt his small hand move gently, touching my cheek, as if he needed to make sure I wouldn’t disappear. “Mom’s sick, right?” he whispered.
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 79
Vivienne's POV This morning arrived with a gentle light too gentle for a body that still felt unbearably heavy. I moved slowly around the small apartment, as if every step had to be negotiated first with the pounding in my head. Sea air slipped in through the slightly open window, carrying a salty scent that clung to my skin and hair. I usually loved it. Today, it tasted bitter. I took my morning medication with a glass of warm water, waiting for the nausea that always came late but never failed to arrive. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long while, counting my breaths, waiting for the world to stop spinning. When I finally stood up, my legs still felt foreign, as if they didn’t belong to me. I let the wall support me, moving slowly toward the living area. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. There was no small laughter. No hurried footsteps. No innocent questions filling every corner. I swallowed the sting in my chest and forced
Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son 78
Julian's POV I hugged Maximilian, feeling his small body shake with emotion. “Yes, Maximilian. Today.”He hugged me back tighter than usual. As if he were afraid that if he let go, my words would disappear like a morning dream.“Dad, I miss Mom Vivienne,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I miss her so much.”My chest tightened. I know, sweetheart. But I couldn’t say it. I could only rub his back and nod slowly.“Me too,” I finally said. “That’s why today we’re going to Mom’s place. We’ll see Mom Vivienne together.”He lifted his face, wet with tears he hadn’t realized were falling. “Really?”“Really.”But beneath that certainty, I felt nervous. Afraid. A mix of emotions I couldn’t fully explain.Because I didn’t know how Vivienne would react to seeing both of us. I didn’t know if it would make her happy or only make things harder for her. I didn’t know whether this was the right decision, or one driven by guilt that never stopped gnawing at m
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Julian's POV Ophelia gave a faint nod and went to the bedroom to get ready. I stayed seated, staring at her untouched cup of coffee. Cold like her heart this morning. Flat, silent, and somehow making me feel like I was losing something I couldn’t fix with words.About half an hour later, Ophelia emerged, neatly dressed. Without much to say, she took her car keys and stood in the doorway.“Don’t forget Maximilian’s breakfast,” she said briefly.“Ophelia,” I called before she could leave completely.She looked at me for a moment. I wanted to tell her that I appreciated her. That I was sorry. That I didn’t want our relationship to fracture like this. That I wanted to do everything right. But no words came out.Because whatever I said would only sound like an excuse.“Take care,” I finally said.Ophelia gave a small, forced smile, trying to look fine. “You too.”Then the door closed, leaving behind a silence too large for this small living room to c
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