บททั้งหมดของ The Don's Regret: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I knew how hard Vincent had fought to earn his position. How many enemies he'd made. How many times he'd nearly died.So during those three years, I never reached out first. I could only wait for him to contact me. Sometimes days. Sometimes weeks.On the nights when I didn't hear from him, I couldn't sleep. I was terrified of getting news. And even more terrified of getting none.So many nights spent crying into my pillow. The only thing that kept me going were the memories of our five years together.Until finally, he finished his mission and came back to me.Now, as I sat on the floor trying to breathe through the pain, Vincent walked into the bedroom and found me."Sophia? The floor is cold. Why are you sitting down here? Are you feeling sick?"His face was full of concern. His beautiful eyes reflected only me. Just like every other day.Whether it was the five years before he left, or the month since he'd returned, Vincent had always been good to me. I didn't want to believe what I

"Sophia Black! What are you doing!"Vivian lunged forward and shoved me aside. She grabbed Luca, calling his name over and over.When the boy didn't respond, she examined the food he had been eating. Then she turned to me, her eyes blazing red."Miss Black! If you didn't want us here, you could have just said so! We would have left! But to hurt a child? He's only three years old! You could have killed him!""Luca has been allergic to seafood since he was a baby. I would never give him anything like this. How could you be so cruel? Feeding him seafood porridge when you knew—"I was stunned by the accusations. I could only shake my head."I didn't. I didn't give him anything—"But Vivian didn't let me finish."Then what? Are you saying Luca ordered takeout himself? He's three years old! What does he know?"Vincent didn't look at me. He stepped forward, scooped up the struggling boy, and headed for the door."Enough. We're taking him to the hospital."He didn't say a word to me. But after

Vincent stopped outside the hospital room. He turned and looked through the window on the door.Vivian was still frozen on the bed, her face pale. Luca slept with the IV drip in his small hand.He knew Sophia. She had taken a bullet for him. She had waited three years for a promise he made. She didn't walk away over a small argument.Something else had happened. Something he hadn't seen.He turned and strode toward the hospital exit."Marco. I want everything. Everything that happened while Vivian was in my house. Every conversation. Every look. Every single thing."He pulled open the car door."And I want it yesterday."Meanwhile, I was already home.When my grandfather saw my face, his expression softened. My eyes burned, but I held back the tears. Barely.We talked for a while. Nothing important. Just small talk to fill the silence. He didn't push. He never did.When I finally went to my room, I turned on my phone.Dozens of missed calls. Endless messages.All from Vincent."Sophia,

I hadn't thought about Vincent in weeks.Not really. Not the way I used to—constantly, obsessively, like he was the sun I orbited around.Life with Ethan was simple. Quiet. The Stone estate had a large garden that bloomed all year round. We drank tea in the morning. He painted. I read.Sometimes he would look at me with those dark, unreadable eyes, and I would feel something I hadn't felt in a long time.Safe.Then Vincent found my new number.I don't know how. He had resources I couldn't imagine. But the messages started coming. One after another."Sophia. Please tell me where you are. Let me come to you. Let me explain.""I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Just pick up the phone. Please.""Your grandfather told me you're marrying the Stone family's fool. Why, Sophia? You loved me. You said you would wait for me. Why are you doing this?""I'm begging you, Sophia. Just say something. Anything. I can't breathe without you."I blocked the number.The next morning, I went for a run. The sun

His white shirt was splattered red. His eyes were unfocused. His mouth moved, but the words came out wrong."You—you did this. You ruined everything. If you were gone, Sophia would come back. She would come back to me."He raised the knife again. Brought it down.Again.Again.No one moved. No one dared. The knife was still in his hand, and his eyes had the look of a man who had already left his body.Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.Vincent straightened. His eyes cleared. He looked down at the body beneath him. At the blood on his hands.The knife fell from his fingers. It clattered against the stone.He turned. Searched the crowd. Found me."Sophia."His voice was soft. Almost childlike."She's gone now. You don't have to be angry anymore. We can go back to how we were. We can get married. Today. Right now."He took a step toward me. Then another.I stepped back. I couldn't help it. His face was splattered with blood. His hands dripped.He saw me flinch. His expression sh