All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Viviennes POVI grabbed my small bag, the one I usually took when I had to step out for a bit and checked that my wallet, phone and mask were inside. My breathing was a bit heavy. I could still go on. I had to go to the minimarket. I couldn’t wait for Julian to come at the end of the week. On days like this I had to stand on my own.As I closed the apartment door the sea breeze hit my face. The familiar salty smell calmed me down a bit. I walked slowly down the stairs. Each step echoed through my weak body but I kept going.The minimarket was a three-minute walk from the apartment building but today it felt longer. My head throbbed a bit, not pain tired. It was like my body was asking me to go and lie down.If I didn’t go now I wouldn’t have enough drinking water for today. The doctor had reminded me many times that hydration was crucial after chemotherapy.When the minimarket door opened, a cool air from the air conditioner washed over me. I

Vivienne's POV I had never given myself time for things like that before. My life used to revolve around Maximilian, work, the house and then hospital corridors. There was no space for art that came from my heart. Everything was too full.Now in the middle of pain and loneliness that space existed.Space to get to know me.Perhaps the real me, the one who had never had the chance to surface.I held the flyer a little tighter, feeling it as a spark of hope.“This weekend." I murmured softly. "If my body is strong enough I’ll go.”The wind blew gently again brushing the ends of my hair and making me smile more. The sea seemed to be encouraging me. The world seemed to be saying there were still things for me to see even if everything had felt so dark not long ago.I looked at the flyer again. I read every word carefully afraid the letters might change if I blinked long. Art ExhibitionThe sea and s

Julian's POV I let out a long breath and closed my eyes.If I go to see her now, what will I do? Stand at her door and say I'm going to be a dad again? That my life is going in a way that may take me from her for good?Her face showed up again. Thinner now, but still trying to grin. Her look always calm even when she was stopping pain.She never asked anything from me.That’s what makes this even harder.Ophelia, on the flip side, asks. I want to be sure. I need you here. Now holds a task that isn't big.I saw my own hands. The hands that once took Vivienne's in the room when Maximilian was born. The same hands that may now need to hold Ophelia's in͏ that same room some months from now.What kind of life is this?I got up fast and started walking around the room. The coat I had on felt too close, too binding. I yanked off my tie and tossed it onto a desk.“Why now?” I muttered in frustration.

Ophelia's POVI sat on the living room sofa staring at my hands tightly clasped together. Today was the day since I told the biggest lie of my life. That I was pregnant.Every second felt like a thread ready to snap at any moment. In my mind there was one question spinning endlessly. How long can I keep this lie alive?I took a breath but it did not help. My chest still felt tight. My thoughts remained tangled.What should I do? I thought to myself. If this keeps going I might lose my mind, I said quietly rubbing my temples.I was frustrated, confused and terrified all at once. What made me want to cry the most was the fact that I did not even know the way out.Dylan said he would help me. After that examination after Doctor John said I was two months pregnant we never agreed on any follow-up plan. Everything felt like a snowball rolling fast down a hill and I could not stop it.What if Julian finds out I thought.

Ophelia's POV"Oh.” My voice sounded normal. I was shocked.Maximilian looked at the flowers he made for a moment then put them in a plastic bag so they wouldn't get broken."I made them in art class," he said. "They told us white means peace."I laughed a little. It was not a happy laugh."That's great, Maximilian. Vivienne will like it.”Inside I was not happy about it.I did not like thinking about Julian taking Maximilian to see Vivienne.I did not like thinking about Maximilian giving her the flowers.Most of all I did not like that Maximilian still thought about Vivienne with such a pure heart.Maximilian walked to the sofa. Sat down. He took out a notebook and some colored pencils from his bag.He moved neatly like a grown-up.I was still standing near the table holding the flowers.The white flowers Maximilian made felt heavy like they meant something