All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Julian's POV I couldn’t help a small smile at how serious he was.“Why white flowers?” I asked again.Maximilian thought for a moment before answering.“Because the teacher said white means peace.”His answer made my chest feel strange.This little boy didn’t even fully understand the adult world yet but his words felt more honest than many of the things happening lately.I looked at him for a moment.“Do you miss Mom Vivienne?” I asked softly.Maximilian nodded immediately without hesitation.“Yes.”Such a simple answer.But also very clear.I let out a quiet breath.“Me too,” he added as he carefully put the flowers back into his bag.I fell silent.For a few seconds we sat in a quiet that wasn’t uncomfortable.Then Maximilian looked toward the hallway toward Ophelia’s room.“Why is Mom Ophelia taking so long?” he asked.I glanced at the still-closed door.“Maybe she’s still getting ready.”“S

Julian’s POVAfter a minute Ophelia settled back into the car.“We can go now," she said quietly.The car moved again.Ten minutes later.“Julian."I closed my eyes for a moment before turning to her.“What?"“I’m hungry."My grip on the steering wheel got tighter.“We just stopped."“But I’m really hungry," she said weakly. "Pregnant women are often like that."I let out a breath. I knew I had to be patient with Ophelia.All of this felt like too much.I pulled over again at a convenience store by the roadside. Ophelia bought some bread and a drink then returned to the passenger seat and ate slowly while the car continued moving.A minute later a small voice from the back seat made me glance at the rearview mirror.Maximilian was staring out the window with a gloomy expression.“Dad."“Yes?"“Why doesn’t Mom Ophel

Vivienne's POV Since this morning, my heart has been doing more than it has to. Even while I sat on a small couch by the window, watching the waves run after each other behind the flat, the beat stayed the same quick, uneasy and somehow warm!Julian and Maximilian were coming today.I didn’t even know how I was to deal with them. How I should greet them. How I should act in front of the guy I had liked for many years, and in front of my own kid who I had tried so much to guard from the feeling of loss!This morning when Julian sent a brief note saying he would come with Maximilian I couldn’t sit still.I took my phone and opened a store app, getting stuff that could make them comfy later. Fresh fruits, frozen meals, bread milk and Maximilian's best snacks.I even got orange drink and cocoa stuff because those were things he would ask for a lot.Like a mom getting her house ready for the coming of her family.I shook

Vivienne's POV I put the food boxes on the dining table by the window. There was soup, fruit salad and soft foods that were good for my queasy stomach. I also chose foods that Maximilian could eat. When everything was ready I called them over. “Please eat. Sorry if it’s not fancy.” Julian came over first. His eyes changed when he saw the food I got. He looked surprised and guilty. “Vivienne. You didn’t have to do all this. You should rest, not cook.” I smiled a little. I tried to sound casual. “I just ordered it online. I didn’t cook. It’s really okay.” Before Julian could say more Maximilian sat down. Pointed at the food. His eyes sparkled. “Wow! Mom Vivienne got all this? Can I eat this?. This one? Can I have more if I finish?” I laughed softly. "You can just eat slowly.” Seeing his face made my tiredness go awa

Vivienne's POV Julian gave a smile and sat down to eat a little. For a moment it felt warm watching the father and son eating together at my table. It was like the family I once had. That warmth was disturbed by Ophelia sitting silently beside us. Her quiet rejection was hanging in the air. I tried to keep the atmosphere calm. I whispered softly to Maximilian "Eat a lot, Maximilian," as I stroked his hair. I tried to hold on to that moment. I was secretly hoping that this mealtime wouldn’t turn into a battlefield. I wanted today to be a day for my son, Maximilian. Maximilian continued eating with a smile that never left his face. His hands were messy with sauce and his cheeks were full. His eyes sparkled every time he discovered something new on the table. "Mom Vivienne, try this!" He pushed a small p