Semua Bab Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Vivienne’s POV I was in the hospital corridor when all that ruffled over me were the words of the doctor.“Mrs.Vivienne, the tumor in your brain has already pressed into your nerves. You must make a decision as soon as possible.”My hands trembled. With such force, I held onto the shattered medical report with my hand, crushing all the bitter truth inside.In recent times, I've been experiencing severe headaches that have caused me to vomit. Occasionally, nosebleeds would appear suddenly. I initially believed it was fatigue or a mild illness caused by too much stress and sleep deprivation. It was unexpected to realize that all those symptoms were just the beginning of a nightmare, as the test results indicated the presence of an abnormal growth in my brain.My physician recommended two treatments that I should consider. Only 50 percent of patients in craniotomy surgery will be successful. My life could potentially extend beyond its current lifespan if it were to be successful. Otherw

Vivienne’s POV At the far end, Dominic Hanasta, my brother's voice, sounded completely shocked. “You want a divorce? Why so suddenly? Did you and Julian fight?”. I gripped the phone tightly. My voice sounded low pitched, "No! I'm just tired. My wish is to no longer reside with Julian.” Only Dominic had received good news from me in the last seven years. Despite everything, I refrained from saying anything negative about him. Perhaps it was because I wanted to appear strong and make others feel happy. However, the reality was significantly different. Even though Julian was always unfriendly, and my son Maximilian was a difficult child to raise, I never raised any concerns with Dominic. Why? It was only logical that he would be taken aback by what I had just mentioned. Our siblings' relationship has always been a secret, perhaps due to our closeness. Dominic remained silent for several minutes after I spoke to him. He didn't ask me why I suddenly wanted a divorce. Finally, he s

Vivienne's POVMy face turned pale. I looked at Julian calmly. He was accompanied by a stunning woman who was his first love. What approach would Julian take to introduce me to Ophelia? Maybe, I would also feel conflicted if I were in his position."Ophelia," was the name given by Julian after he looked at me with suspicion. She's…" He stopped for a moment before saying, "I have known this friend for quite some time." The word friend came across as oddly placed when he spoke it to me, maybe my imagination was constrained.My body trembled slightly. I tried to remain tranquil when I answered, "Had you been aware of this for a long time? Your relationship seems to have been intense since you were both young.”Ophelia's smile was a sweet reply to the question, "No way, we met when we were twenty. Back then…" Despite any thoughts she had, Ophelia smiled and laughed loudly before saying, "I thought Julian's hairstyle was quite amusing at that moment." The middle part was modified in it

Vivienne's POV Ophelia's look wavered, her actions unsure. She quickly hid the health paper behind her back. I saw that small move, and doubt quickly filled my heart. Ophelia blinked and murmured, “It’s nothing.”Julian made a sad face and stretched out his hand. “Let me look at it”I held my breath, watching the both of them close. Ophelia bit her lips and at last she gave the report to Julian.His face got more serious as his eyes looked over the page. “Didn’t you get better after the bypass operation? Why is your heart acting up again?”Ophelia let out a quiet breath. “Just the same problem coming back,” she said, her voice weak and unsure.Julian's voice got soft. "Be sure you take your meds all the time. Your heart is still weak, so you need good rest. If ͏you need something, you can call Rumi"My heart hurt bad at his talk. Rumi was Julian’s helper. She never took care of anyone’s work but Julian’s and my own

Vivienne's POV For how many hours did I walk? It didn't matter. Even though I felt like walking on a heavy stone, I couldn't resist. I only knew one thing. I couldn't go back.Not tonight. Not after the completion happened. The night breeze battered my face to the bone. My delicate nightgown held onto my skin, soaked in tears and dew. Although my heels were itchy at the time, I managed to keep walking. It was the most foreign city I'd lived in for seven years.The street lighting was blurry and the shadows on the sidewalk were reminiscent of Julian's face, leaving me feeling haunted.My attempts to control my sobs were unsuccessful. Tears streamed down the cold asphalt, one after the other. Cars passing by had a quiet presence.The emptiness of the world seemed to be upon me, leaving me in a state of constant silence. The only sounds I heard were my own broken tears and the irregular movement of my footsteps. The experience was akin to walking through spooky nightmares, too real to b