Too Late To Regret, Mr. Billionaire
He could hear her faint gasps, see the panic in her eyes, and yet his body refused to move.
Every time, it felt real. The icy water, the choking silence, her trembling hands reaching out to him. And every time, he failed to save her. He would wake up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding, guilt pressing down on his chest like a weight he couldn’t escape.
He didn’t understand why that dream kept coming back. But deep down, he knew somewhere in his past, he had let her drown. Not in water, but in pain he never dared to face.
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