All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Ophelia's POV I shut my eyes for a bit, thinking about Julian's face the last time we saw each other. He was still kind to me, still caring, but something had shifted. Space. Doubt. And it all began when Vivienne got ill again.I slowly opened my eyes and took a long breath. “If he really wants to leave me.” I whispered softly, “I won’t stay quiet.”My own voice sounded strange to me. It was not sad. It was not disappointing. It was like someone who is starting to panic because they are losing something that belongs to them.The car slowed down. Vivienne's apartment building came into view under the dim night lights. My chest felt tight away.I held my bag tightly as I thought about all the things that could be happening. As soon as the taxi stopped in front of the building I got out without waiting for the driver to finish talking.The cold air hit my skin. My anger felt even colder. I stood there staring at the ent

Julian's POV My hands instantly turned cold. I didn’t even realize Maximilian was gripping me tighter.“If she gets the surgery ” my voice turned hoarse. “If the surgery succeeds Vivienne will recover, right?”The question slipped out desperately. Stupidly. But I still needed to hear it.The doctor fell silent for a moment. And that silence was far more terrifying than any answer.“We can’t guarantee a full recovery,” he said softly. “This surgery isn’t meant to remove the entire tumor. Her condition is already too complex.”I slowly shook my head, refusing to accept it. “Then then what’s the point of the surgery?” I asked, my voice starting to break.“To ease her pain,” the doctor answered honestly. “And to extend her chances of survival.”The next sentence hit me even harder. “But if the surgery isn’t done Mrs. Vivienne most likely won’t survive much longer.”I froze. It felt like someone had punched a hole straight through my chest.Won

Julian's POV Three hours had passed while we waited.Three hours that seemed like three days f͏or my sore head, tight chest and messy thoughts. The red light over the operating room was still on with no sign of shutting off.Each time the door cracked open a little, when nurses came in and out, my heart seemed to stop, but there was no news at all. Maximilian had already slept on my lap, tired after crying and trying to keep awake.My hand was still holding the edge of my shirt because he was scared I would leave him. I rubbed his back gently trying to stay calm.My phone would not stop vibrating in my pocket. The name on the screen was Ophelia. It just kept showing up making my headache worse.Ophelia. At first I did not answer her calls. I ignored them two or three times.Until the fourth and fifth calls made me want to throw my phone on the hospital floor. I did not want to talk to Ophelia.Not tonight. Not while Vivi

Ophelia's POV I walked out of a hospital lobby with slow steps, like every move made the weight in my chest worse. The cold night air hit my skin hard, but it wasn’t enough to calm the chaos of feelings inside me.I walked around, looking at the road lights with weak lamps. Back to a hotel? Or a home?Neither of them seemed like a place I could go back to. The inn was chilly and bare. The home felt too large, too empty without Julian."What's the use of going home if he doesn't even care?" I said softly.After just a couple more steps my phone shook and Dylan's name showed up on the screen.I took a deep breath before I spoke. My throat felt tight already.“Hello?” My voice sounded hoarse.“Ophelia? How are things going with Julian?”The ask struck the sorest spot right away. My sound broke as I replied."Julian, he is in the hospital - waiting for Vivienne. She is in surgery."There were

Ophelia's POV “I truly dislike this.” My hands gripped the glass harder. “Yet each time Julian gazes at Vivienne his face chang͏es. He turns into a totally different guy.”Dylan observed me carefully.“And you’re afraid of losing your place.”I let out a hollow laugh.“I think I’m already starting to lose him.”The song changed to a slower beat, but the loud bass still shook my chest.A server passed by with drinks, and Dylan asked for a drink without even looking at the menu."Does Julian know of your lie?" he asked, suddenly.My entire body stiffened.“No.”“And you still want to continue like this?”I rubbed my temple, suddenly exhausted“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”"By saying you’re with child, you’re just getting more time."“Time matters.”“Why?” Dylan got a bit closer. “To hold him next to you while he still loves Vivienne?”