Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Julian's POVI didn’t depart immediately.Soon as the door shut behind me I halted. My hand remained clenched around the doorknob as though a fragment of me was unwilling to release it. My breaths were labored and irregular as if I had just completed a run.I need to head home.I ought to return to Maximilian, my son, who is likely searching for me at this moment.I need to return to my life.Yet my feet refused to budge.I simply remained motionless in the cramped apartment corridor, quiet, gazing at the wooden door that divided me from Vivienne. That door seemed like a barrier, somehow more difficult to overcome than any challenge I had ever encountered in my life.“Why do you always act like this Vivienne?" I whispered gently.Not angry.Not disappointed.More like broken.I rested my back against the wall and exhaled deeply. It seemed as if even my lungs resisted letting

Julian's POV The nurse gave a smile. "I am searching for Mrs. Vivienne. She resides in this unit correct? She neglected to collect her prescription for pain medication. Additionally there is medicine for nausea if the side effects following her chemotherapy remain intense. I happened to be passing this way so I decided to bring it over.”The term chemotherapy struck my chest like a battering ram.I halted. My breath disappeared. The world appeared to stand.“W-what are you implying?" My tone sounded rough, strange, to myself. "Why is Vivienne receiving chemotherapy?”The nurse appeared puzzled, somewhat uncomfortable. "You’re her relatives, correct?”I wished to refuse. I longed to be truthful to reveal we were divorced and that I lacked any entitlement to inquire about anything longer. Yet my gut refused to let me utter the truth. Something within me shouted that confessing we were now strangers would mean losing all understanding o

Vivienne's POV I shut my eyes. Attempted to control my breathing as the nurse had instructed. Inhale, for four counts. Hold for two. Exhale gently. I repeated this time until my pulse calmed down somewhat. My body was still shaking. My mind started discovering tiny spaces where it could rest.Straining, I. Shuffled toward the window. The curtain was sheer allowing the afternoon sunlight to stream through. Beyond the ocean rested quietly the skyline blending into a hue. Figures appeared of an old couple clutching hands a youngster chasing seagulls. Life did not pause simply because I was unwell. Life paused for no one.“It’s alright." I murmured gently to my image, in the mirror. "You don’t need to be tough today.”The words seemed unfamiliar. For years I gauged myself by how much I could withstand. How silently I concealed my fatigue. How swiftly I rose again after stumbling. Now my standard has shifted. Now merely rising from the ground felt like a t

Julian's POV The warmth of that hug was still on my body. It had been a time since I let myself be weak. I stopped acting like everything was okay. I stopped hiding my feelings. I stopped saying that nothing was wrong. Vivienne was in my arms. She felt light and fragile but she was really there. Being with Vivienne felt like it was keeping me from coming at the seams. Vivienne was holding something inside me together.I wanted to stay like that. I did not want to move or say anything. I just wanted to be with her.Then my phone rang. I was right, in the middle of something. My phone started ringing. The sound of my phone ringing was really loud. My phone. It caught my attention. I had to stop what I was doing because my phone was ringing.The sound was really loud, it was like someone slapped me. This made me stop moving. I was with Vivienne. She was holding me. She let go of me. When I let go of Vivienne I saw her face. Vivienne's face was pale. She

Julian’s POV I had just parked the car when exhaustion crashed into my body all at once. It felt like I came home without a soul, only my body left behind. The house was dark, with only the living room lamp glowing dimly. I opened the door quietly, afraid of waking Maximilian.I had barely taken a few steps inside when Maximilian’s bedroom door opened. Ophelia stepped out. Her hair was slightly messy, her expression tired.“Maximilian’s asleep,” she said softly as she gently closed the door behind her.I nodded. “Thank God.”But her gaze shifted instantly. Alert. Demanding. “Where have you been?” Her voice rose slightly. “Why did it take so long? You said you were just coming home from the office. There’s no way it takes three hours to get here. Traffic isn’t that bad.”I rubbed my face. My body felt like it had fallen from too great a height. “I just met Vivienne,” I said with no added explanation, no justification, no shield.Ophelia stiffened in sho