All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Juna Collyns' footsteps felt incredibly unsteady as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. Along the marble corridor, fresh blood continued to drip from the torn skin on the back of his hand, leaving behind a horrifying crimson trail. The man ignored the burning pain in his wound. His mind was in complete chaos, focused on only one name: Ziyi.Knock! Knock! Knock!Juna pounded on the master bedroom door with his injured palm, leaving bloody stains across the pristine white teak wood."Ziyi! Open the door, Honey! Please, listen to my explanation first!" Juna pleaded in a hoarse voice, his breathing ragged in front of the tightly shut door. "Ziyi... I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you like this!"Behind the sturdy door, Ziyi stood leaning against it with both hands covering her mouth. Her body slowly slid down until she was sitting on the cold floor. Tears poured down like a flood breaking through a dam. Her chest rose and fell in a chaotic rhy

The thick scent of jasmine dominated the air inside the dimly lit hospital room. The fragrance was so familiar to Calvin's senses—the signature scent that always lingered on Camelia's body after she showered, the scent that had always soothed his wild soul. Combined with the ivory-white silk pajamas that fit the woman before him perfectly, every shred of logic Calvin had managed to regain after waking from his deep sleep crumbled without a trace.The longing that had swelled inside him for two full months, the guilt that had been gnawing at his sanity every second, now exploded into an uncontrollable possessive desire. Calvin believed that the miracle he had clung to in his silent prayers had finally arrived.His Camelia had come back."Darling... please don't ever scare me like this again," Calvin whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling violently against the back of the woman's neck.Calvin pulled her even closer, pressing his broad chest against the fragile back in front of him. Com

The sound of Calvin Ashford's breathing echoed through the silent room like that of a wounded beast. The man had completely lost control of his sanity. Thick streams of fresh blood continued pouring from the backs of his torn hands, dripping onto the white marble floor and mixing with the shattered glass scattered from the medicine cabinet. "Arghhh! Damn it! Idiot!" Calvin cursed hysterically. He raked his blood-soaked fingers through his hair, leaving crimson stains among the dark strands. Unsatisfied with tearing up his hands, Calvin repeatedly struck his own face and strong jaw with his palm until the corner of his lips split open and bled. Tonight, he hated himself more than anything. Bang! The door to the emergency recovery room was suddenly shoved open from outside. Mrs. Mira rushed inside, her face filled with overwhelming panic, followed by Dr. Berlyn, who trailed behind her. The silk pajamas had now been covered by a medical robe. "Calvin! My God, what are you doing to

Mrs. Mira's footsteps echoed softly, breaking the suffocating silence that had settled over the emergency care room once again after Doctor Berlyn's departure. The middle-aged woman walked with her head lowered, the arrogance she had displayed toward the doctor only moments ago now completely gone. Genuine regret and fear were clearly etched across her wrinkled face as her eyes fell upon the bloodstains scattered across the floor, alongside the sight of her son still kneeling weakly beside the bed.Mira walked closer and lowered herself onto the opposite side of the medical bed, directly facing Camelia, who still lay stiffly in place."Camelia... dear..." Mira called out in a trembling voice as tears began to stream down the wrinkles on her cheeks. She cautiously reached for the edge of the blanket covering her daughter-in-law's legs, not daring to touch Camelia's skin directly because of the overwhelming guilt weighing on her heart. "Mommy... Mommy is begging for your forgiveness, de

The darkness inside the study slowly turned into a deep pit of sin. Juna, whose soul had been completely drained by Ziyi's cold rejection and engulfed by overwhelming frustration, was at his weakest point. His mental defenses crumbled into pieces. When Seraphina placed his hand over her flat stomach, a flicker of guilt as an expectant father mixed with his wounded male ego. Seraphina, keen enough to notice the change in Juna's gaze as it gradually dimmed and lost its direction, did not waste that precious moment. With a highly sensual and calculated movement, her slender fingers trailed upward, slipping between the buttons of Juna's half-open shirt. She gently caressed his broad chest, then moved lower, touching the sensitive areas around his waist with deliberate pressure. "Sera... stop..." Juna whispered, his voice hoarse and weak, completely lacking the strength to stop her actions. Instead of backing away, Seraphina pressed forward even more. She tilted her head and boldly pla