Novel & Cerita When I Disappeared, He Regretted It

He breathed a deep sigh. “Trust me, I have been regretting. I have not been myself for the past three years. I have been reflecting on what happened. I shouldn't have cheated. I didn't know Kate would be so evil to set you up for drugs. I'm sorry…. I'm truly sorry. If I were to turn the hands of the clock, I would choose you over and over again. I know it's too late to be making confessions but I just wanted you to know that I was truly sorry. I regretted my actions everyday for the past three years especially when you disappeared without a trace”

It haunted me, wrapping around me like chains I couldn’t get rid of no matter how I tried. Should I listen to whatever he has to say? I was conflicted. A part of me screamed no he’d abandoned me once before without a single word, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. But another part of me wanted to go. To hear him out. His eyes carried so much regret, I couldn’t help but feel confused about what to do. It had been almost ten years, and when he first disappeared, it was so hard for me to move on. The thought of what really happened kept me awake at night. Why did he leave me when we talked about getting married, starting a family, having kids?

What the hell can I even offer her? God knows how long I drifted like that. One day, Frank called to check in. He tried to encourage me, said, “It’s not like you’ve got nothing. You’ve still got shares in the company. You’re young. You can make a comeback.” My voice was dead flat: “So what? Everyone I care about is gone.” He went quiet for a few seconds. Then apologized. Said he never should’ve talked me into getting back with Amelia. I gave a bitter laugh. “Wasn’t your fault.”

“Relax, Meadow. I’m not calling you about my dad. I just wanted to talk to you.” What did he want to say to me after all these years? “Mr. Anderson, I don’t think we have anything to talk about.” “Meadow, you can’t act like this isn’t strange! You disappeared seven years ago, only to reappear today as Doctor Meadow Enrique. What is going on? Are you really Doctor Meadow Enrique, or did you come back to New York for something else? Did you come with all this charade of being a doctor just to get my attention?”

The questions, the hurt, the anger—they all came flooding out. ‘You have to explain to me first! Where were you this whole time?!’ My mind screamed at him, and I could feel the sting of tears welling up in my eyes. I was crying, but only inside, where he could hear me. ‘I’m so sorry, love,’ he began, his voice calmer than I felt. ‘I had to disappear. I needed to keep away, or else he would have come for me first. I almost lost myself, but I managed to hold on, thanks to sheer willpower.’

When he looked back up, his eyes were wide open and vulnerable in a way I had never seen. “Twelve years,” he said. The air felt like it was sucked right out of my lungs. I had suspected it, but hearing him actually say it felt like the floor was falling away beneath me. “You were just words on a screen,” I whispered. “A name. A voice that made me feel... okay. And then you just disappeared.” “I didn’t disappear,” he said quietly. “I erased you.” That hurt. It was a sharp, stinging pain. “Why?” I asked. Deep down, I think I already knew.

Dropping my keys, I sank back into my chair with another sigh. Three years now… sighing was all I seemed to do. Three years since she walked away from me, leaving me a shell of who I used to be. I didn’t even know how I had turned into this. When I discovered Rose hadn’t died in that accident, I’d spared no expense. I hired the best detectives, poured out fortunes, and searched across countries. Yet not a single trace of her could be found. Every day felt hard, and though I knew I should give up the search, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

My dad had been conned by three women in his lifetime. The first broke his heart. The second left him bankrupt. The third got him killed. The day I buried him, I swore I would never make the same mistakes he had. When Eloise Russell asked whether I was interested in becoming her kept man, I pulled out a contract and started negotiating my price. One of her best friends laughed and said, "Traditional gold diggers pretend they don't care about money. They play hard to get so they can squeeze out more later. The new generation just puts a price tag on themselves right away. Now that's smart." I ignored the sarcasm in her voice and focused on calculating how long it would take me to save en

My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister. He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful. “Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!” My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore. “But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?” “Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.” The words hit me like a blow. For a long moment, I couldn't say a

He asked. "I lost everything. I lost my parents and wondered why I had ran away before when you just asked me to." "You have the nerves." "I regretted it badly. Leaving him on that bed and not coming back to check up on him. I only followed the news, to see that he was okay and running the business perfectly well. We do not know when someone is taken away from us. It happens in a split of a second and sometimes without warning. I regretted it and I don't want to regret it anymore." I said, realizing that I was speaking sincerely.