All Chapters of Regret Is Just The Beginning: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She slowly removed her hand from his grip, her fingers slipping out of his hold with quiet finality, as though she was drawing a line he could no longer cross. “Henry, I’ve never forgotten our years together even though those moments were rather forced,” she said, her voice calm but heavy with meaning. Her eyes stayed on him, not avoiding, not trembling, just steady in a way that made her words sink deeper. “But what’s past is past. We can’t go back, and I’ve already—”“Stop.” He cut her off sharply, his voice low but firm, almost like he was afraid of what she would say next if she continued. He reached for her hand again, this time faster, holding it as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please—”“Sir,” Martins’ voice broke into the moment as he rushed in, urgency written all over his face. He didn’t wait for permission before stepping closer, his eyes flickering briefly toward Diana before returning to Henry. “Company trouble.” He leaned in and whispered someth

Diana approached the door of the small apartment slowly, her steps growing heavier with every inch she covered. The building looked old, almost forgotten, with faded paint peeling off the walls and a narrow corridor that smelled faintly of dust and damp wood. The silence around the place felt unsettling, not peaceful, just empty in a way that made her instincts restless.Before she could knock, the door opened.Edith stepped out hurriedly, her hands trembling the moment she saw Diana standing there. Her eyes looked swollen, like she had been crying for a long time, and her lips shook slightly as she reached out and grabbed Diana’s hand.“Diana,” she said, her voice breaking as she held her tightly, almost desperately. “You’re here. Hurry. I need you, please. He slipped and broke his right leg and arm. He won’t go to the hospital. He keeps saying he’d rather die than go there.”The words came out heavy, almost choking her. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes again as she tried

Merlin’s chest rose and fell heavily as he struggled against the ropes binding his hands behind the chair. The veins in his neck stood out from the effort, sweat running down his face despite the cold air in the abandoned building. His fingers worked desperately, twisting, pulling, forcing against the tight knot that had dug painfully into his skin for too long.Then suddenly, there was a slight shift.The rope loosened.His eyes widened.Hope flashed through them like lightning.With one final pull, he slipped his hands free.“Diana,” Merlin called out immediately, his voice hoarse from the strain, breathing hard as he pushed himself up from the chair.Diana was still frozen where she stood, the detonator clutched tightly in her trembling hands. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, unfocused, her entire body locked in the terrifying weight of the decision she believed she had to make.“Diana!” Merlin called again, louder this time.Her fingers twitched slightly.She turned slowly toward

Hours later, Henry’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, as though even that simple action required effort. The bright white ceiling above him blurred in and out of focus as his eyes struggled to adjust to the light. A dull, throbbing pain pulsed at the side of his head, spreading slowly like waves. He blinked again, this time more deliberately, and turned his gaze slightly to the side, trying to recognize where he was.The faint smell of antiseptic filled his nose.The sterile neatness of the room, the white sheets tucked tightly around him, the IV line connected to his arm. Everything pointed to one place.It was a hospital.He swallowed dryly, his throat rough, his lips slightly cracked. “So this is what it feels like to wake up in a hospital room all alone?” he muttered weakly, his voice hoarse, barely audible even to himself. His eyes moved slowly around the room, searching, expecting, hoping.But there was no one.No familiar face. No voice calling his name. No warm presence sitti

Henry didn't say another word to Merlin. He simply stood there for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on him, as though trying to memorize his face, trying to understand what kind of man could take everything from him without even raising his voice. There was no outburst, no threat, no argument. Just silence filled with something heavier than anger. Then, without another glance, Henry turned and began walking towards the door.His steps were steady, but there was a weight in them, like each movement cost him something.As he reached the door, it slowly opened from the other side.Diana was already coming back in.For a brief moment, they stood face to face.Henry opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, anything, to stop her, to reach her, to undo everything that had gone wrong between them.But before he could speak, she raised her hand.A simple gesture that he should shut up. It stopped him instantly.She didn’t even look at him.Not once.She walked past him as though he