Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Julian's POV "Come on, child. give dad a tiny hint” my voice broke."Then suddenly, it hit me.There was a different ride, the small kid kind. Safe for little kids. And even if it’s scary, not as high as the tall one.Max may have pointed at the wrong one or Ophelia got it mixed up. Or something else. The point is I had to check there."I ran once more, going by the ball throw stand, the bright balloon shops, almost running into a pair. My breath was rough but my mind kept only one thought, Maximilian."As I got close to the kids area, quieter sounds filled the air. The little roller coaster went around easily, dressed with funny animals. Not scary but just right to make a kid feel proud of the ride.My eyes swept the area. Nothing.No Maximilian no Ophelia, not even a kid in a gray hoodie.I looked at a tiny roller ride, the little yellow car with a panda head in the front moving slowly like nothing was im

Julian's POVMaximilian’s meal was served first. Two fried chicken pieces, fries and a small vanilla ice cream. Soon as the tray was placed on the table his eyes gleamed like little lights.“Woa! This is what I love the most!" he exclaimed, snatching the piece of chicken with his tiny hands.I gave a smile while observing him eat with eagerness. At least he seemed joyful today.Ophelia had requested a bowl of corn soup. She stirred it gently, saying little. Meanwhile I nibbled at my hamburger, my thoughts still occupied with sorting out the turmoil—the turmoil I refused to acknowledge was there.“So delicious!" Maximilian shouted more before plunging back into his chicken fully lost in his own thoughts.Maximilian enjoyed his meal happily oblivious to the unease lingering between Ophelia and me. His legs swung beneath the chair as he hummed his melody dipping the chicken into the sauce. For now his small world felt secure, cozy a

Julian's POV I nodded. Meanwhile within me countless words lay scattered like glass I had yet to gather.Before I managed to collect my scattered thoughts a joyful voice, oblivious to the unease, around our table abruptly spoke up.“Dad." Maximilian showed off a chicken bone picked clean. "See! I ate everything!”I came back to the present. "Great. Want some more?”“Of course!”Ophelia chuckled gently gazing at Maximilian with affection. "You truly enjoy eating don’t you?”The boy gave a nod while his mouth was filled with fries.I gazed upon the pair. The individuals who were meant to be the point of my existence.Why then, in this moment that ought to have made me feel complete did I sense that I was letting something slip away?I turned my gaze aside as I swallowed the mouthful of my burger.“I will attempt to improve," I eventually told Ophelia.Though internally I questioned

Vivienne's POV I make my move, toward the entrance of the chemotherapy room. Each moment drags on as though the universe is granting me a chance to retreat. Yet I refuse to turn.I enter.The chemotherapy area feels chilly more than I had expected. Several cushy chairs are arranged in rows with a few occupied by patients hooked up to their IV lines. Some are immersed in books, others view content on their tablets while a few just shut their eyes and focus on their breathing amid their emotions.I gulp. This is genuine. Everything here is genuine.The nurse requests that I take a seat and lift my sleeve. The IV needle is inserted smoothly. The chemotherapy medication bag is suspended above me.“If you start feeling queasy or lightheaded, inform me immediately," she says softly.I nod more. I've lost track of how many times I've nodded today.As the drug begins coursing through my vein I sense a chill radiating from m

Vivienne's POV The nurse carefully took off the equipment ensuring I didn't experience any discomfort. I noticed a pull on my skin as the needle was drawn out. The tiny puncture was quickly protected with a bandage. Something basic yet it genuinely made me sense my vulnerability.“What is your general feeling?" she inquired.I raised my shoulders a bit. "Of like being pulled from, within " I answered truthfully.The nurse gazed at me with a compassion that only those who witness pain possess. "If you start feeling very dizzy or nauseous, head to the ER right away. For the time being you may return home. Remember to stay well-hydrated.”Home.That single term carried weight.I gradually stood up from the chair. My head felt a bit dizzy. I pushed myself to remain upright. My left leg trembled briefly. I gained balance by leaning on the nearby small table. The nurse naturally stepped forward to assist. I lifted my hand in