Semua Bab REGRET UNTIL SHE SAYS GOODBYE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

SARA’S POVI almost burst out laughing the moment I turned because I found it almost ironic. He was barely around when I was living here, hardly looked at me twice when all I was trying to do was keep our family together, and now suddenly he sounded concerned?He asked sternly, as though it was well within his rights to ask me about my movements. I held my bag tightly, with a cold glare on my face. “I’m going home,” I replied briefly yet sternly. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t even know. He actually didn't realize that I moved out long ago. I stood there for a while, torn between irritation and exhaustion. Of course, he wouldn't know, what does he know? It’s not like I was of any importance to him anyway so my presence and absence were the least of his worries.Although my things were still upstairs, as I saw them today, neatly folded, untouched like they were being preserved. I thought the only reason he kept them there was to refresh some memories. But seeing how lost he was, I w

SARA’S POVThe room fell silent for a while, and as the project lead, I stepped forward with a calm smile, stretching my hands towards Adrian, who stood at the head of Alyssa’s team.“Hello. I’m Sara, the project lead for this collaboration. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mr Adrian.”But Adrian didn't take my hand. His gaze swept over me, sharp and calculated, as though he found me lacking. He folded his hands and studied me silently. I could see the uneasy look on my team's faces. I gracefully let my hands fall without flinching, though the rejection stung. I started having second thoughts about whether I was going to be capable of leading this collaboration after all. But I had a lot of people to prove wrong so I had to.Before I could fully compose myself and think of what to say, Jules suddenly stepped out from behind the team with a disdainful look on his face. “Mr Adrian, perhaps you're not aware. Sara here has never pursued further studies after her graduation, and she ha

THIRD PERSON POVDerek arrived home from work, late as usual. Getting out of his car, he strolled into the building. He was about to ascend the stairs when he spotted Danielle in the living room.She had her stuffed toy in her arms, her face had a sour look which he noticed from steps away. It startled him because Danielle was never awake this late, plus she had school the next day. “Danielle? “Why aren’t you sleeping? Don't you have school tomorrow?” He asked sternly, walking towards her. Danielle raised her gaze to him, acknowledging his presence but she remained quiet.She sat up with a sour look on her face, and she seemed to be hesitating. “Daddy… will Mommy come home tonight?” She finally asked in a gentle whisper. The question pierced through him. Derek frowned, his expression still unreadable. “Why are you asking??”Danielle lowered her head. “Mommy hasn’t been home a lot. Not at night. She doesn’t come back often…and she promised to spend more time with me.” Derek’s j

SARA’S POVI tried everything possible, every system resource, recovery tools, the recycle bin repeatedly, and hidden folders, but it was all useless. It was gone. It was not just gone; it was wiped clean, like it was never there, making me doubt my sanity. I spent 9 hours without a break working on the file and now, it has mysteriously disappeared?I knew it all too well, this was too precise to be an accident. This was a planned act, and it was clean. My chest tightened as I sank into the chair. My heart raced and the reality of everything dawned on me. I stared at the blank screen, feeling like it was mocking my helplessness. This was it? All my hours of work and trying to prove to Alaric and the partners that I was more than capable. I already had an idea who had done it. Jules. His smirk from yesterday still replayed in my head. The careless way he had lingered near my desk, the hushed conversation I saw him having with some colleagues. And last night before I left, he was

SARA’S POVI slid the USB into my bag and walked to Alaric's office. Inside it contained the proof I'd eagerly waited for, capable of sending Jules away for good. I was done playing his games, looking out for myself against his schemes. I knew he was going to leak my work, but my suspicions weren’t enough. I needed proof, solid and undeniable, so he won’t be able to walk his way out of it. I knew he would go to any extent to bring me down so I baited him. I intentionally left an unfinished version of my design on my desktop. It wasn’t the final work; it was only a decoy, just enough to tempt him. Then I proceeded to install a tiny, almost invisible camera near my monitor. Anyone who touched my computer while I was away would be recorded, their every move saved to my USB.And just as I predicted, Jules took the bait. My USB held the video evidence of him and his accomplice, the very employee responsible for managing the security cameras while they exported my designs. I was infuri