Semua Bab Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Vivienne's POV Sun light came gently through the light curtains of my hospital room, spreading across the shiny floor. The clean smell of germ killers mixed with a slight, sour smell of drugs, while the steady steps of nurses sounded softly in the hall outside. My body felt very heavy, my head hurt, and each time I tried to sit up, the world around me appeared to lean and spin slowly. I rested on the back of the bed and tried to drink the hot water on the side table. My throat was parched but the sour taste on my tongue made me slow to gulp.I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breath, which came out short and uneven. A dull beat thumped in my left head, as if every heartbeat echoed there. I lost track of how many days I had been in this room͏ - everything felt the same, an antiseptic smell, the quiet beeping of the monitor and the blank white ceiling looking down at me with no feeling.On the desk next to a bed was a tiny jar with a light rose. Som

Vivienne's POV The doctor looked at me, his expression gentle yet firm. He seemed to want to argue, but held back. “Vivienne,” he finally said, “you don’t have to carry this alone. Sometimes letting others help doesn’t mean you’re weak.”I furrowed my brow slightly. “I’ve tried,” I replied softly. “But every time I let someone in, I end up losing a piece of myself.”He said nothing. I could tell he wanted to respond perhaps with words of comfort like he always did but there are no words that can truly mend a heart already broken. So he simply stood there, silent, allowing the room to fill with a heavy, suffocating quiet.My eyes drifted to the small table beside my bed, where two white pills lay in a tiny dish. The medicine seemed to stare back at me, reminding me that time would not wait much longer. I reached out, touched the edge of the dish, but didn’t take them.“Once,” I said softly, my voice barely audible, “I told someone that I wanted to see t

Vivienne's POV “Maybe I'm like this," I whispered. "I am still standing, but falling apart at the edges." Inside my bag, there was a small picture that caught me off guard. The memory that I had of Julian and me by the lake, with a happy expression and smiling eyes against it, had been stored up for an extended period. For a time, I thought that being happy was something that would never come to pass. Every time I gazed at his face, I felt a sense of distance not in the form of kilometres but in silence and without presence.Touching the edge of the photo caused my hand to tremble. Something inside me kept me from taking it anywhere. I had a desire to take it. I thought it was about time to stop carrying memories with me wherever I went. The item I examined once and placed it on the table beside my hospital ID bracelet was the last vestige of a life I was prepared to give up.A monitor-like noise was heard from the neighboring room, followed by a long, flat sound

Julian's POV The phone in my hand displayed the same message again. I took a deep breath and dialed Vivienne's number again, but the result was the same, no answer. Her once gentle voice was now replaced by a cold dial tone that felt like a slap in the chest."Pick up, Vivienne." I muttered slowly, but even my own voice sounded desperate.I paced around my office, my mind reeling. This afternoon, I'd received news from the hospital that Vivienne had been discharged. They'd told me with a tone of surprise, as patients aren't supposed to have fully recovered yet, but they'd insisted on an early discharge."She said she wanted to rest somewhere else, sir," the nurse said on the phone. "We can't keep her because the signatures are already complete."Somewhere else? Where? I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back the anger that was starting to creep in.I stared at my desk, where the farewell letter I'd found a few nights ago at the hotel l

Sienna's POV I closed my eyes for a moment. His words cut deeper than I could have imagined. I knew that behind the child’s tears was a guilt that even he couldn’t yet comprehend. “Maximilian,” I said softly, cradling him in my arms, “Mommy’s nowhere to be found now. Even Daddy doesn’t know where she is.”His small body stiffened in my arms. “So, Mommy really left?” he asked, his voice almost breaking.I stared at the wall, searching for an answer that never came. “Maybe,” I answered honestly. “But not because of you.”Maximilian shook his head hard, tears falling onto my shoulder. “But Mommy often looks sad when I’m angry. Am I bad, Dad? Mommy left because I’m bad?”His words hit me like a punch. Instantly, everything I’d ever ignored came flooding back to me, the way Vivienne smiled through her tiredness, her soft voice whenever she calmed Maximilian, even her silence whenever I was too busy or spoke harshly.We’d both c