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Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

Leticia didn't bother covering up anymore, throwing caution to the wind as she grabbed Austin by the collar and began to fight back. It was a terrible mess. Luke quickly guided me away from it. On the way back, he asked me, "Was that your ex-husband, Ms. Jacobson?" I looked out of the window and said nothing. "I think I know why you're so cautious in love, Ms. Jacobson. It's because you'd been deeply hurt by it before." "That's all in the past now. I just want to keep moving forward without looking back." Luke suddenly held my hand. "You definitely should keep moving forward, Ms. Jacobson. If you do, you'll find out that I've always been waiting for you up ahead."

“Anyhow.. Just talk to me.. Ease up..” She heaved a deep breath. “I just want a divorce. I want him out of my life, I want to go far away from him. I don’t want him anywhere close to me and my baby anymore, but then my career. I want to be done with this one last contract, get more famous with this contract as my friend Larisa had advised, then disappear for good. But this is getting harder every day. Every day I'm seeing things like this and achieving these goals before I leave is no longer easy. I just want to run away.” She kept going on and on until she finally paused.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

Then, she tightened her arms around me. "Of course I do. We've been together for ten years. If we don't get married, what else would we do? Why are you overthinking this?" Yeah. Ten years. But the words carved into that metal box kept flashing through my mind. [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] Natasha let go of me and immediately started talking excitedly about tomorrow's wedding rehearsal. She even started imitating the pastor reciting the vows. "For richer or poorer… In sickness and in health…

But… I don't want to leave Daddy…" I held back my tears and gently reassured him, "Daddy and Grandma Patricia don't want us to stay here. Do you want to call him Uncle Leo for the rest of your life?" He froze for a moment, then slowly put down the toy car. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pleaded with me, "Can I at least spend this birthday with Daddy before we leave? I just want one last memory with him." He refused to call him "Uncle Leo".

I still can’t believe that I have lost everything excluding the woman I love—I’m getting her back, because I was too foolish and my head was over the clouds. I may have made some stupid mistakes in the past but that doesn’t mean I would do that now, I’m reconstructing my life and trying to make everything right. I’m trying to fix all of my mistakes and then leave this place as a new person (if you believe this then you’re a fucker) I’m never going to change and I won’t change, I don’t care if it would take me fifty years to get out of this place, I don’t care how long it would be; all I care about is getting my woman back.

My legs halted on their own accord. "Clara, I don't think I can stay in the shadows anymore. I hurt you, I know. And the heavens know that I regret it to this day, but I'm trying to make it right. It's harder with you being this way. I'm wary! I'm exhausted, too, Clara. I want to do this the right way if you'll help me. If you don't, I can't fight this fight too. I want to be a part of my daughter's life. One way, or the other. Being the background picture...just isn't enough for me."

In the most dangerous seventh month of my twin pregnancy, Adrian invited friends over and threw a welcome-home dinner for Vivian, who had just returned to the country. During a round of truth or dare, someone asked him, "If Serena and Vivian both fell into the water and there was only one life jacket, who would you give it to?" I was in the nursery folding baby clothes when I heard his answer come without a moment's hesitation. "Vivi. Serena's tough. She can swim back on her own." My mother chimed in, "Rena grew up in the countryside. She's tough as nails. But Vivi is delicate. She can't handle that kind of scare." Then my brother, the one I had poured everything into putting through scho

I said with a tired tone, "There is nothing else i can do." He shook his head, "If you want to, you would've tried-" I know. I want to try but I just don't have the energy to fight for anything, I don't have it in me to fight for us. It's wrong to be like this, but that's the way i am. I simply can't undo what i did. I regret it, a lot. I will never be able to forgive myself and the worst part, he will never be able to forget.