All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Vivienne's POV Like feelings, choices and consequences could appear without reason.I slowly turned to look at him.“Things like this never just ‘happen’, Julian." I said softly. "There are always choices behind them. There’s always a moment when someone decides.”Julian fell silent. He didn’t argue.I wrapped my arms around myself trying to hold back the cold that suddenly felt sharper.It wasn’t the wind. The reality slowly settling in my chest.Maximilian.My thoughts immediately went back to him. No matter what happened between Julian and me it couldn’t affect how I loved him.“I’m not angry." I finally said, though my voice sounded weaker than I wanted. "I’m just not ready to hear it like this.”Julian looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Something heavy lingered in his eyes.“I’m sorry." I nodded a bit. The word felt simple. Never enough to fix anythi

Vivienne's POV “Ophelia isn’t asking for much. She just needs you to be with her.”Julian took a breath in. “But I need you too." My heart felt tight when I heard that. I looked at him closely. “I need you too." He did not say anything and he was clearly surprised by my answer.“But we do not always get what we need at the time." Julian looked at me for a time like he was trying to understand me. The wind started blowing. It was colder this time.I put my arms around myself to keep warm.Julian moved a little like he wanted to help me. I shook my head.“I am okay." He stopped. He still looked really worried about me.“I want you to feel okay and you will not feel okay if you stay here thinking about two things at the time." Julian breathed out heavily.He put his hands in his pockets then took them out again like he did not know what to do with them. “I

Vivienne’s POV When the flat door opened, tiny feet hurried to us. Maximilian dashed as quick as he could, like a small bird finding its mom once more."Dad! Mom Vivienne! Where did you go?" his voice was high, clearly sad but glad. "Why did you leave without telling Maximilian?" I was alone!I quickly knelt and hugged his little body close, feeling his warmth mix with my chest that had been empty for so long, keeping him just a bit longer than needed like it would make the fear in his voice go away."I'm sorry, dear," I said softly, patting his back while trying to calm my breath. "Did Mom make you sad? Mom just wanted to talk to Daddy for a little."Max pouted, his little brows scrunching as he tried to seem brave even with worry in his eyes. "But I was scared I thought I was left again."Those words hit harder than anything else, making my heart ache as I tried to stay calm in front of him.I touched his cheek softly, tur

Julian's POV The car was moving along the road and it was getting darker. The only light came from the streetlights that reflected on the windshield. I let out a breath and looked at Ophelia. She was staring out the window with a pout on her face. Her left hand was playing with the strap of the bag she took from Vivienne's apartment. It was like she just ran away from a war or something.The silence in the car was really uncomfortable. I knew I had to say something. So I said, "So Ophelia, where do you want to stay tonight? A. Something else?"She answered quickly, "Hotel."She did not even look at me. I. Said, "Okay, but the nearest hotel is thirty minutes from here. It is already late. You are pregnant. What if we just get a villa? It is close to a couple of turns. It is safer."Ophelia laughed at me. "A villa? Liam villas are too big. I do not like places that are too quiet. It just feels weird."I closed my eyes for a moment. I t

Vivienne’s POVMaximilian yawned big, his tiny eyes already heavy with sleep, but his small body still tried to sit straight next to me on the couch. The room lights were low, giving a soft light that made the place feel nicer than two hours b͏ack when the stress between Julian and Ophelia still hung like a storm that would not go away.I ran my hand in Maximilian's smooth brown hair, feeling the light strands go between them, trying to ease myself with a simple move I used to do easily.“Dear, it's late. Let's go to bed, okay?” I said soft, keeping my voice gentle as possible so I don't push him too hard.He quickly moved his head, really strong for a kid so little, his lips sticking out like a boy trying not to complain. “No. The dad isn’t here yet.”The reply was easy, yet it still made my heart feel tight. I looked at his face for some seconds, noticing the clear tiredness in his eyes, but also a tiny will that wouldn’t back down.