Regression Stories Novels & Stories

And whatever I do, she will never be back in my arms again. After a year, that was when I decided to return to work. The companies I owned faced many problems. Some of them almost faced bankruptcy, but when investors found out that I had already returned, they came back. It was hard. Not because of the problems my companies were facing. But because the memories I had with Pennelope in my office always haunting me. Every time my phone rings, I would think that it was Pennelope who texted me. But I would end up realizing that she's not here anymore.

I was drained and desired a decent night's sleep. “Yeah. She said we needed to be good kids, and not disturb you any further, which was why we were obedient. Did we do well, mum?” River asked, grinning. “We were the best, right?” “Yeah. My best.” I patted his head, sitting next to him. “So, which bedtime story do you want? The princess and the pea? Or your favourite Toy Story?” They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before River murmured, “Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it.”

But each time it brought me closer to despair, which told me about the manipulations, the loss of control the loss of everything. “I knew this was coming,” I muttered unpleasantly. “They always want to know, don’t they? They want the story. My story. But what good does it do, telling them?” To be continued...