Romans & histoires Ignore Hubby And Son's Regret, Shining Now

By night, we will be making sweet-forgiving love in the sheets, pushing past hard times. There will be cherry blossoms and strawberry cakes again. Hehe! I chuckle. It’s a perfect plan. Nothing can go wrong with it. Ma-Pa, here your superhero son-in-law comes. ‘Oh, my lovely little doll!’ Another voice booms in the hall and brings me back to the planet. Is it not over yet? Nick gapes. ‘Fuck me!’ Subhaan curses under his breath. He rolls his eyes and clenches and unclenches his fist.

Holden was so sincere and humble. Sabrina’s temper was suddenly gone. She became dispirited, and then she smiled. “Forget it, Holden. I don’t blame you anymore, but please don’t stop me. Anyway, my daughter has already returned to my husband’s side, and although I have a child in my belly, my husband still hasn’t seen the child. Since he hasn’t seen the child, then, of course, he would not be looking forward to it that much.

Better than Shane's hand has ever done. And nothing was ever the same after that. End of Flashback A shout from the ball pit snaps me back to the present. Marco Jr. and Shane Jr. are laughing and wrestling in the foam. I force myself to focus on them, to be here, to be present. To be the father my kids deserve. But I can still feel the ghost of that night on my skin. Madison. The one who got away. The one who still has my heart, even if she doesn’t know it.

Gabby holds my face with both hands, keeping our eyes at the same height. “Heave me, Suzy. He's dead. The Brotherhood that the father and he commanded will no longer exist from tonight. He can't rule anyone seven feet from the ground. It can't affect anyone else's lives. You can't blame yourself for any of this anymore. The story between you is over, now you have to wait for Hunter's justice.” "Justice is against Hunter" my voice fails, but I repress the emotional pain with all the strength I have left.

Make me jealous or control two rich men? "Mom, now that Luke has taken Rebecca to the hospital, doesn't that prove he still loves her?" I asked bitterly. "What are we going to do?" My mother didn't answer immediately. She was too busy staring at something on her phone. "Doesn't my pain matter to you?" I snapped. "Look." She held the phone in front of my face. "The Hart Corporation is holding the grand opening of their new villa." "What does that have to do with me?"

Elson looked up with tears streaming down his face. "What should I do? Monica, what should I do..." he asked, like a drowning man clutching at his last straw. For a moment, I almost sympathized with him. But then I thought of my son, alone in the incubator. "Yvie's out of the hospital now, isn't she? You two can start over," I said coldly. A flicker of hope flashed in Elson's eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

Lydia’s sorrowful eyes shifted between mine, and I couldn’t stand the way she was looking at me, filled with desperation and pity. "What do you want, Lydia? Isn’t it time you just left me alone?" I retorted, my frustration palpable. She swallowed hard, her brow creasing in regret. "I’m sorry, Seb. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I really need your assistance." Pausing to bite her lip, she finally confessed, "It’s about our son, Sebastian. He’s sick. Our boy is very ill."

he hissed, hitting on the table, and making me shriek. “Sorry, look, we can both help each other. This marriage can last for as long as the mission is over and we get every resource stolen from both our companies before your company and mine can merge… Once all that is done, I am sure you may have brought Zaria out of her cocoon, and you can…” he hissed, cutting his statement. I can make Andrew regret letting me go. I am sure that is what he wanted to say, but I didn’t know how to be a mother.

he called. The mother and son stared straight into each other’s eyes as though searching for a missing object. “Thank you, Mummy. Thank you for accepting the woman I love,” he appreciated. “Thank you, son. Thank you for forgiving Mother and welcoming her back into your arms with open arms,” she joked. Again, the duo erupted in laughter.

No amount of regret would undo the past, but if he could step up for his son now, maybe he could find a small piece of redemption. I sat in the dark, the city lights casting faint shadows across the room, reflecting off the glass of the hotel windows. The memories of my time with Ava washed over me—years filled with laughter, shared dreams, and promises that I’d shattered. Losing her was like losing a part of myself, and no amount of work, distraction, or denial could fill that emptiness. But Tristan was different. He wasn’t part of the past; he was here, now, needing help. And that, at least, was something I could try to give him.