All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Maureen stood frozen for a second. The look Damien had just given her still burned in her mind. She quickly dropped her head, letting her black hair fall forward and cover half of her face. She tried hard to steady her breathing and calm down, but a soft pink still spread across her cheeks. She hated how easily he could still affect her. Damien noticed the way she hid. His heart gave a small, unexpected jump. The air between them felt warmer somehow, and his breathing slowed without him meaning it to. He wanted to say something, but before he could, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He glanced down, frowned slightly, and stepped out of the room without a word. In the quiet hallway he leaned his back against the wall. Aurora’s name lit up on the screen. He closed his eyes for a moment, already tired, then answered the call. “Damien… are you still angry with me?” Her voice came soft and careful. He didn’t get the chance to reply. She started crying almost right away,

Damien walked slowly over to Maureen and looked at her. His face stayed calm, almost empty. Two thin lines of tears still ran down her small face. They looked soft, like little drops of water sitting on flower petals early in the morning. She looked pretty and sad at the same time. The sight made something in his chest feel tight. Maureen felt shy under his eyes. Her cheeks turned pink. Another tear slipped from her long eyelashes and fell onto her cheek. Damien’s breathing grew a little heavier as he watched her try to blink the tears away. He did not know what to say. “You boy! Hurry up and comfort your wife!” Niona said in a sharp, angry voice. Damien frowned. “Why me? She didn’t cry because of me.” Niona’s eyes opened wide with anger. “Because she is your wife! Do you want an old woman like me to comfort her for you? Are you stupid?” Maureen spoke up in a soft voice. “Grandma, Damien and I are divorced. I’m not—” “It doesn’t matter!” Niona cut her off right away.

Sarah stood in the quiet hallway, her hands folded neatly over her apron. "Damien, you were never lucky enough to keep her.”Damien remained frozen in place, as if the words had suspended him in time. An image of Selene lingered in his mind—her clear, innocent eyes staring back at him. He knew for a fact that he would never receive that gentle, care from her again. Denying the ache in his chest would be a complete lie.He scoffed softly, “Selene isn't my blessing,” he muttered, his tone darkening as he turned away. “She’s my downfall.”Leaving the hallway behind, Damien walked back into his bedroom. His face was a mask of moodiness, but his eyes landed immediately on a sleek black box resting on the coffee table. Recognizing the golden logo of the high-end tailor’s shop, he remembered the suit he had sent out for repair. He stepped forward quickly, and tore the box wrap open.Inside lay the dark, tailored suit. The inner lining had been entirely redone, meticulously hand-stitched s

Maureen slid on her dark sunglasses the moment she stepped through the hospital doors, concealing the icy resolve behind her eyes. She pulled out her phone and dialed Charles's number "Baby sister, you finally remembered I exist!" Charles voice boomed dramatically through the receiver. "Do you have any idea how much trash Ethan talked? He said you replaced me. I am not losing to that idiot!" "You're both my brothers," Maureen said dryly. "Why are you treating this like a performance review?" She paused, dropping her tone. "Charles, I need a favor." "A favor? A favor?!" Charles gasped over the line. "Oh, the horror. Have we grown that distant? Do you not love me anymore? That’s it, I’m moving back immediately before you forget what a handsome man looks like." "Charles, stop the theater," Maureen snapped, her clear voice echoing down the corridor. A few passing nurses turned to stare, surprised that someone so refined could sound so fierce. "Alright, alright," He chuckled,

"If I don't hit you, am I supposed to sit here and let a vicious pest take bites at me?" Maureen scoffed, dusting off her hands as she looked down at Kylie with total contempt. "A pest?! You dare call me a pest?!" Kylie shrieked, her face twisting in rage. Before she could throw another tantrum, the glass doors swung open. Maureen glanced up, her sharp gaze instantly locking onto a familiar, imposing figure. Damien stepped inside, his commanding presence immediately freezing the room. Both of them caught each other's eyes for a second. Maureen immediately turned her head away, staring right past him as if he were an absolute stranger. Damien’s jaw tightened, a sudden spike of tension settling in his chest. "Damien!" Kylie rushed toward him like a damsel in distress, tears welling in her eyes as she began accusing Maureen before anyone else could speak. "Selene has completely lost her mind! She walked into my store and hit me! You have to handle this!" "I slapped her," Maureen