Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Ophelia's POV My hands began trembling again. “I’m not that kind of person, Dylan.”“I know,” he replied quickly. “That’s why I’m worried. This isn’t you.”My tears fell harder. “I just don’t want to lose to the past.”“You’re not competing with Vivienne,” he said firmly. “You’re competing with your own fear.”That sentence silenced me completely.Was that true?I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in my head. “If I ask for your help, what would you do?”Dylan didn’t answer right away. Then he spoke, his tone softer but still serious. “Ophelia, listen to me. I’m not saying what you did was right. But if you’re asking for help, I’ll help you.”I sobbed quietly. “Help me, Dylan. Please. I’ve already gone too far and I can't turn back now.”“I understand.” Dylan sounded like he took another deep breath. “Just come to the hospital later. Choose Dr. John he’s an old friend and I know him well. I’ll talk to him first so he understands th

Ophelia's POV I have never liked the smell of hospitals too sterile, too quiet, too full of reminders of things I should never have touched. But today, my breathing was uneven simply because of the fear I had been holding in since morning.Julian walked a few steps ahead, arms crossed as if keeping his distance. He hadn’t spoken much during the drive, only glancing at me occasionally with faint concern. Maximilian held his father’s hand, stealing looks at me with an expression mixed with confusion and caution?Dear God, even an eight-year-old could make me this nervous.“We’ll go straight to the third floor,” Julian said shortly.I nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you for bringing me.”He didn’t reply. He just kept walking.The elevator felt slower than usual. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath when the doors opened. I kept wringing my fingers, while Maximilian watched me from the corner of his eye, his gaze too sharp for a child.When the elevator doors slid open, my kn

Ophelia's POV Dr. John’s expression softened, but not in agreement. “The problem isn’t me being dragged in, Ophelia. The problem is you.”I slowly lifted my face.“You look like someone standing at the edge of a cliff,” he continued calmly. “You’ve just convinced everyone the ground beneath you is solid.”His words tightened my chest.“I didn’t have a choice,” I repeated, though I was even tired of hearing that excuse from my own lips.“There’s always a choice,” he replied. “Sometimes the choices just hurt.”I bit my lower lip. “If I told the truth today, I would lose him.”“And if you don’t?” he asked quickly.I fell silent.He looked at me sharply not to judge, but to make sure I truly understood. “A lie like this can’t be controlled forever. Your body won’t change. Time will move forward. People will ask questions.”I drew in a long breath, trying to steady myself. “I’ll find a way out before that happens.”“What kind of way out?”

Vivienne's POV This morning my apartment felt quiet. There were no footsteps from Maximilian, no pots and pans clanging from Julian in the kitchen. Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustle of wind through the window. The silence didn't scare me today.I sat on the sofa with a blanket around my shoulders and a cup of tea in my hands. They've been shaking a lot lately. The morning sunlight made streaks on the wooden floor. Maximilian usually jumped on those streaks pretending they were lava.Not today. He spent the night at Julians. A schedule that used to hurt was becoming a routine I had to accept. This morning I didn't feel that tightness in my chest when I thought about them having breakfastMaybe I'm just too tired to be jealous. Maybe I'm learning to let go bit by bit.My body still felt heavy from weeks of chemotherapy. The nausea wasn't as bad. The tiredness stuck to me like a fog. I got up slowly. I walked to the kitchen to warm some bread. I paused in fr

Vivienne's POV My life used to be filled with drawings of diamonds, special shapes, shiny metal and weighing carats. A beautiful world. One that was very stressful. After I got that bad news I couldn't see my future in it anymore. Jewelry was my past. I wanted to start fresh even if it meant going through a lot of pain. I picked up another brush to soften the sky when my phone suddenly rang. The vibration scared me. Julians name showed up on the screen. For a moment I just stared at it. There was warmth . Also fear. Fear of hoping much. Fear of waiting for something that might never fully come back.I finally answered. "Hello?”Julian's voice sounded gentle and a little tired. "What are you doing now?”I looked at the canvas in front of me. "Hmm I just started painting.”There was a silence on the other end as if he were thinking about my words. "Painting?" His tone was clearly surprised. "I honestly never tho