All Chapters of Regret Is Just The Beginning: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The doctor stepped closer, his voice low, careful, almost as though he feared that speaking too loudly would make the truth even more real. He told her they had done everything they could, that the team had tried, that they fought to keep him alive, but it had been too late by the time he was brought in. Every sentence fell like a stone into Edith’s chest, heavy and final.For a moment, she just stood there, staring at him as if she hadn’t understood a single word. Her lips parted slightly, but nothing came out. It was as though her body refused to process what her ears had just heard.Then it hit her.A sharp, tearing pain ripped through her chest, and a sound broke out from her throat, raw and uncontrollable. She collapsed to her knees right there in the office, her hands clutching at her chest as if she could hold her heart together physically.“No… no… no…” she cried, her voice rising into a broken scream. “You’re lying… you have to be lying!”Her cries echoed through the hall

Diana stood in front of the television long after the news ended, her fingers still wrapped around the edge of the table like she needed something to hold her steady. The screen had already gone back to regular programming, but she wasn’t seeing any of it. Her mind was elsewhere, scattered, restless, heavy with thoughts she didn’t even want to sit with.So much had happened in such a short time, and instead of things settling, it felt like everything was just getting worse.Behind her, Merlin watched quietly for a while before speaking. “Diana, we need to go.”She didn’t answer.He took a few steps closer. “We’re already running late.”“I heard you,” she replied, her voice low, almost absent.But she still didn’t move.That was what worried him.He had seen her angry, stubborn, emotional, even broken. But this quiet version of her, this withdrawn, distant version, it unsettled him in a way he didn’t like.“Diana,” he called again, softer this time.She blinked slowly like she was ju

Merlin was halfway into the couch, one arm stretched behind his head, the other holding the remote loosely as he watched the television without really paying attention, while Emma sat beside him cross-legged, fully invested in the cartoon playing, clutching her Bun-Bun tightly to her chest like it might disappear if she let go. The living room felt unusually calm, the kind of calm that only comes when nothing is chasing you, no problems pressing at your chest, no voices arguing in your head, just soft light, quiet laughter from a child, and the low hum of the TV.Then his phone buzzed.He glanced at it casually at first, then paused when he saw the name on the screen.Diana.For a second, he didn’t pick it.His thumb hovered over the answer button while his mind drifted back to earlier that day, the café, Henry’s presence, the tension in the air, the way Diana looked unsettled even after Henry left, and then yesterday at the lab, their argument that had cut deeper than either of them

Selena had been unusually quiet since that morning, the kind that settled deep in a child when something important was missing. The house felt too big for her, the walls too far apart, every corner carrying a faint memory of someone who used to fill it with warmth. She sat on the couch.Mrs. Willis noticed it immediately. She had seen Selena playful, stubborn, even dramatic on some days, but this version of her, withdrawn and restless at the same time, was new. She walked over slowly and sat beside her, adjusting the cushion behind her back before speaking gently. “What is it, baby?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair away from Selena’s face.Selena shifted slightly, hugging the bunny tighter, then finally looked up with eyes that carried more emotion than a child her age should have to hold. “I want to see Mommy,” she said quietly, her voice soft but heavy with longing.Mrs. Willis exhaled slowly, her lips pressing together. She had expected it, but hearing it still made thing

Merlin sat behind his desk, going through some documents, but his attention had been slipping for a while now. Ever since their conversation in the garden, his mind had not rested. He had replayed her hesitation over and over again, trying to understand it, trying to ignore it, trying to convince himself it meant nothing.The soft knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.“Come in,” he said, his voice steady, though something inside him tightened.The door opened slowly, and Diana stepped in. She paused briefly at the entrance, like she was gathering herself, then walked in fully, closing the door behind her. There was something different about her presence. She looked like someone who had made a decision but had not fully come to terms with it.“About what you asked of me last time…” she began to say, her voice calm but careful, as though she was choosing every word before letting it out. “About moving in with you… let’s do it.”For a second, Merlin just stared at her.It