Alle Kapitel von Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Julian's POV After arriving in the parking lot I entered the vehicle, placed the keys in their spot and immediately received another notification. The destination. Situated along the shoreline of that town certainly not somewhere Vivienne typically favored. She had no connections. No relatives. No acquaintances.She found herself by herself. I allowed her solitude.The car shot out of the parking area quick enough to startle even me. My mind kept revolving around the same questions. Why did she decide to go far? Why didn’t she reach out to me? Why didn’t she seek assistance?Afterward it came back to me.I was the individual who recorded Ophelia as my spouse. I was the individual who shattered her heart. I was the individual who caused her to feel as though she no longer fit in that home.Perhaps she preferred to remain hidden. Perhaps she chose to sink into the loneliness of encountering me once more.My eyes focused intent

Vivienne's POVI awoke with a pounding head as though I had been abruptly yanked from a shadowy nightmare. My body seemed light though not so. It was more like I had no strength left as if every ounce of energy had been sapped away. I fluttered my eyes a few times attempting to clear my hazy sight.A ceiling painted white. The subtle aroma of the ocean wafting inside through the window. A cover still wrapped around me.This is my apartment.However before I could completely process that another thing came into my sight something that caused my heart to jump with fear.Julian. He sat on the couch against the wall, his shirt creased, his hair disheveled as if he hadn’t rested all night. His face was grave. His eyes revealed a blend of concern and fatigue.I instantly sat upright, my breath hitching. "Ju-Julian? Why are you here?”The abrupt motion caused my head to whirl. Before I could lose my balance Julian had already stood

Vivienne's POV I shut my eyes. "I walked away because I no longer wished to cause pain to anyone. I didn’t want Maximilian to mature witnessing a mother who’s shattered You ”I ingested the ache that was scorching my throat.“You’ve endured hardship because of me.”When I blinked open my eyes Julian stood directly before me. Inhaling near. Gazing at me as though I were the thing in his world that remained meaningful.“If anyone caused me pain," he murmured softly, "it was myself. Because I didn’t move enough to follow you when you walked away.”I stood motionless, my speech caught.Julian leaned forward a bit attempting to meet my eyes which I continued to evade.“Vivienne," he called more his voice betraying someone who felt utterly lost. "I wake up each morning consumed by fear. Fear that you’re truly gone. Fear that I’ll never get the opportunity to make things right.”My breathing paused momentarily.

Vivienne's POVI drew a breath attempting to soothe the turmoil within my chest. Julian’s words continued to swirl in my mind occupying a place that had been void of hope, for a time.“I-I’m uncertain," I eventually said. "I’m afraid that returning will simply shatter me more.”Julian compressed his lips, his expression growing tense as though a sudden pain struck him. Yet he didn’t push himself; he just remained seated at the bed’s edge, hands clasped in his lap as if restraining himself from coming toward me.“Vivienne, I realize I’m the least entitled to request anything from you," he murmured softly. "However I vow I won’t allow you to crumble by yourself anymore.”I gazed at him quietly for a while. "You speak as if it’s that easy. You overlook that I didn’t walk away merely out of exhaustion. I left because I despised the person I turned into while living in that house."Julian glanced downward. "I understand.”“I was u

Vivienne's POV I closed my eyes and tears were flowing. "Because if I’m not harsh, with you I’ll never manage to rescue myself.”Julian stood still. He appeared like someone utterly lost on how to regain what he believed would never be taken away.He remained quiet for a period before at last letting out a deep sigh. His tone was hushed, carrying an emotion I couldn’t discern: rage? Surrender? Dread.Julian gazed at me for a moment as though looking for the tiniest fissure to squeeze through to comprehend me to prevent me from drifting further apart. Yet there was no fissure. Just barriers, barriers I had spent years constructing barriers that ultimately preserved my life.“I can’t comprehend,” he admitted, his voice trembling. "I truly can’t see why it had to escalate like this. Why did you have to walk? Why did you refuse to let me make things right?”I dabbed my cheeks attempting to hold back the tears despite despising every one.