Semua Bab Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Vivienne's POV A bright white beam hit my eyes as I opened my eyes.For some seconds, I had no clue where I was. Everything seemed hazy, the light ceiling, the soft beeping of machines and the strong smell of cleaning stuff in the air.I tried to raise my arm but it felt weighty. It was like it didn’t belong to me any more. A tube was stuck to my wrist and a screen next to the bed showed slow green lines moving.A hospital. I was in a hospital.I blinked many times, trying to clear my blurry sight. The room seemed very bright, very quiet. Only the steady sound of the monitor cut through the stillness beep beep beep each one showing the moments that made me stay up, to meet something I wasn't set to meet.My head was empty. There was just one question going around and around with no reply. How did I get here?Pieces of thought came back slow, unclear, like shapes moving behind a cover of mist. I thought of the rain. The damp

Vivienne's POV I felt a slight shaking in my hand while holding supine. The stomach felt sore when I swallowed only three spoonfuls of warm porridge. It felt like I was in a metallic state. Immediately, I bent over and placed the small trash can beside my bed before throwing up again. Tears fell uncontrollably. Trying to look normal made me feel like I was weak and helpless. I put the spoon down and leaned back against the pillow after a few seconds. Cold sweat and heavy breathing caused a cooling sensation in my temples. I simply desired a peaceful state of mind in my thoughts. No thinking. No feeling. It is impossible for the world to let its breath go.I looked at the porridge which had started to harden in the white bowl on my lap. The steam had stopped rising. My previous warmth was now only a reminder of comfort, which I could no longer feel. In preparation for the next treatment, the nurse instructed me to eat in order to restore my energy. What is the reason behind

Vivienne's POV I gazed at Julian, and within seconds, I almost shook my head. I was so broken that an apology was insufficient to restore my inner peace.I uttered, my voice shaking with regret, "regret only when there's nothing left to repair." I breathed deeply and looked out the window, where the sky was heavy with clouds of gray. "And I believe that time has arrived for us." Julian attempted to speak, but ultimately chose not.For brief moments, I looked back at him with a nearly blackened gaze. There was no response from me.My weak voice prompted me to go. I prefer solitude. Why not?Julian didn't move right away. He maintained a fixed gaze on me, as if seeking pause for his last word.'"I admit that I was wrong to you, Viviane Kindly avoided taking action at this moment. You're not stable yet." I gave him a small frown. “Don’t be anxious, no problem.” I said softly. The right to be in this world was never granted to me.A

Julian's POV Upon seeing Ophelia, I briefly noticed that she had sympathy and also showed me some regret.I chose to refrain from discussing it. Not tonight. In an attempt to stay alert, Maximilian was not present while yawning. The boy's gaze changed direction.I turned around to face the Housemaid who was in the corner of our room."Please pack all our things, including Vivienne's," I said with conviction. “We're going home." With a swift nod, the woman started packing up her things.After that, I turned around to see Ophelia, who was standing awkwardly and staring at me as if she was waiting for me.I firmly stated, "You can come along as much as you please." Ophelia looked a bit surprised. Her eyes seemed hesitant, possibly because my tone was not as gentle as usual. Maximilian held onto her hand before she could respond.“Come with us, Auntie. I am not interested in being alone at home.” Maximilian, with a blank face, “begged for Papa to b

Julian's POV I stood by a bedroom window, looking out at the backyard garden still shining with bits of rain. The night air felt cold and wet against the glass but it calmed the noise in my head.Behind me, Ophelia stood in her plain night dress, her hair flowing down, her face showing a bit of tiredness. But below that tired look, there was a known gentleness, the same one that had once made me lose my path.She moved to me slowly, her feet hard to hear on the soft rug. From the look in the glass, I could see her pause a bit back of me - nea͏r enough that I could sense her there, yet far enough for the space between us to stay."You haven’t eaten dinner," she said at last her voice low and a bit shaky. "I told the maid to make something light."I didn’t reply at once. My eyes were on the rain-dotted yard. There was peace out there, something that stood in clear contrast to the mess inside me.“Did Maximilian go to bed?” I asked just