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“I mean… not in that way. I was never in love with anyone. I waited an entire decade... ten long, lonely years, rejecting the advances and affections of countless suitors, all because I wanted my mate... I wanted you. And then one day, you appeared out of nowhere... like you were back from the dead. I felt your pain; it was like a symphony of shattered glass, each shard piercing my soul with its haunting melody. And I thought, maybe I could be there for you, a comforting shoulder to lean on, and in time, my love could heal your broken heart. But you didn’t want my love; you didn’t want any part of me. You wanted revenge, and you were crueler than I could ever imagine.” Lucian's gaze fell to

"One for all, and all for one." — Alexandre Dumas. LUCIEN I felt two things when death started creeping in after I drank the poison, pain and regret. The pain came first. Sharp. Tearing. Burning. Like someone had set my blood on fire and sealed my lungs from the inside. The regret followed just as violently. Not for dying. But for leaving Camellia and our babies in a world where Leonardo still breathed. But now, thanks to Nyla…

“No. Truth will.” Lucian stood nearby. Silent. Watching. Damon turned toward him sharply. “Say something.” Lucian’s jaw tightened, but he did not speak. The silence was worse than denial. Damon’s voice dropped lower. “Tell him he is wrong.” Lucian finally looked up. But the look in his eyes held something Damon had never seen before. Regret. Damon felt the ground shift beneath him. “You knew?” he asked quietly. Lucian did not answer immediately. Then he said softly, “I learned recently.”

Turning to Lucian, he said, “Think about what I said. Don’t wait until it’s too late.” Lucian held Selene in his arms, but his eyes remained locked on mine. Then, his voice rang out, steady and cold. “I won’t regret it.” He hesitated, then added, “Because I never loved Elara. There’s nothing to regret.” A sharp pain surged through my chest, stealing my breath. The words cut deeper than I’d expected. A tidal wave of grief crashed over me, suffocating, drowning. I turned and opened the car door to Milo’s car. As soon as I sat down, a violent cough racked my body, warm liquid dripped from my nose onto my trembling fingers.

Then, after a tense silence, he spoke. "What… did you just say?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he was hoping he had misheard me. But I wasn’t going to take it back. I had already said it. There was no point in pretending I hadn’t. So I lifted my gaze, looked him directly in the eyes, and repeated myself. "I said I’m tired of all this, Lucian. I regret everything. I regret ever signing that damn contract. I regret walking into this mess. And I…" My voice wavered slightly, but I forced the words out. "I just want it to end."

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

His entire body stiffened, and for a flicker of a second, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Lucian's reaction, however, cut deeper. His eyes found mine, and I watched something shift inside him—his face fell, not in anger, not even in surprise, but in something heavier… disappointment. There was guilt in the way he dropped his gaze, fear buried in the crease between his brows, regret pooled in his silence. But I couldn’t let that stop me. Not now. Not when I had already stepped out of the shadows. Not when my heart thundered with purpose, not dread.

“I kept apologizing for something that was never even true.” Lucian stared at me in silence. Then finally— very quietly— “I know.” There was so much regret in those two words that I could barely breathe. I looked at him again. And suddenly memories started hitting me one after another. The fertility clinic. The drive home afterward. Me crying quietly in our bedroom while Lucian sat in silence. Me begging him to say something. Anything. Anything at all. “You left me alone,” I whispered. Lucian looked like I had physically struck him.

He had spent twenty years searching for evidence. Evidence that the council had lied. Evidence that he hadn’t been born a monster. Evidence that his life could have been different. The realization settled heavily in my chest. My mother looked like she had reached the same conclusion. For the first time, genuine regret filled her expression. Not guilt. Not shame. Regret. The kind that arrived too late. “Lucien…” His name barely left her lips before he shook his head. “No.” His voice wasn’t angry. It was tired.

"I'm asking—did you do it? Did you ruin Nick's hands?" As her question fell, Lucian released his grip. The photos were scattered on the floor, and he stepped on them. "So what if I did?" he sneered. "I regret not doing more. The fact that he dares to show his face again means I went too easy on him."