All Chapters of Regret Is Just The Beginning: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Diana stood in the living room that evening, watching Merlin move around the kitchen like everything was perfectly normal, yet something about his silence made her uneasy. She could feel the difference clearly. “You’ve been quiet since morning,” she said finally, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Merlin paused briefly, then continued what he was doing before responding, “I’ve been thinking, that’s all.” She didn’t like that answer. It felt too careful. She stepped closer. “Thinking about what?” Merlin glanced at her this time, his expression calm but guarded. “About us. About whether you really want to be here or you’re just trying to convince yourself that you want to.” Diana scoffed lightly, trying to brush it off. “You’re overthinking things, babe.” But Merlin didn’t respond again as he continued what he was doing.Later that night, the house had settled into a quiet calm that felt almost comforting after the subtle tension of earlier. The lights were dimmed, th

That afternoon, Diana arrived at the lab earlier than usual, but for once, the familiar environment did not settle her the way it normally did. The place that had always been her anchor now felt slightly off, as if something invisible had shifted overnight. She dropped her bag on the desk and stood still for a moment, staring at the glass panels that separated the workstations, her thoughts scattered and difficult to gather.She tried to push everything aside and focus on the work in front of her. There were reports to review, samples to examine, and updates to coordinate with the team. Normally, she would have slipped into that rhythm easily, losing herself in the details, but today, her concentration came in fragments. Every few minutes, her mind drifted back to the morning, to Merlin’s silence, to the look on his face when she walked away to take that call.She exhaled slowly and forced herself to sit, opening the files in front of her. “Focus,” she muttered under her breath,

When Diana returned home that evening, the house felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but waiting. The lights in the living room were on, casting a warm glow across the space, but it did little to ease the tension that settled the moment she stepped inside. She shut the door behind her slowly, her fingers lingering on the handle for a second longer than necessary, as if she needed that brief pause to gather herself before facing whatever was ahead.Merlin was already there.He wasn’t seated, wasn’t distracted, wasn’t pretending to be occupied with anything else. He stood just a few steps away from the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable but firm. It was clear he had been waiting, not just for her arrival, but for this moment.“We need to stop pretending everything is okay,” he said immediately she walked in, his voice calm but carrying a weight that settled heavily in the room.Diana slipped off her shoes slowly, placing the

“Nothing,” Merlin said with a strained kind of sincerity that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped closer to Diana.His hand stretched out to hold hers, his movements careful like he was approaching something fragile that could break at the slightest touch. “I’ll never hide anything from you, my love. This… this must be some sort of mistake.” He gestured toward the woman and the little boy standing a few feet away, his voice steady on the surface but carrying a tightness beneath it that betrayed how shaken he truly was.“Some sort of mistake?” Ashley cut in sharply, her voice rising with disbelief as her calm expression finally cracked, her grip tightening around the boy’s shoulder as if anchoring him to her side. “You’re calling your son, your blood, a mistake?”“Enough, woman!” Merlin snapped, his patience snapping in an instant as his voice echoed across the room, sharp and commanding, his hand raised instinctively as though to silence her. The sudden outburst cut through th

Diana woke up, came downstairs just the moment the DNA test result was handed to Merlin, but she pretends not to care choosing instead to step outside to clear her head, but her mind is racing. The timing felt almost cruel, like she had walked into something she wasn’t ready to face. She paused briefly at the foot of the stairs, her eyes catching the paper in Merlin’s hand, the tension in his posture, the stillness in the room that spoke louder than any argument. For a second, her chest tightened, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she moved past them like none of it mattered, like she hadn’t seen anything at all.Her steps were steady as she walked to the door, her hand gripping the handle firmly before pulling it open. The moment she stepped outside, the air hit her face, cool and sharp, but it did little to settle the storm building inside her. She inhaled deeply, then again, trying to steady herself, but her thoughts refused to slow down. Everything felt tangled, messy, to