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he added, turning back toward me, his eyes sharp enough to draw blood, his voice rising again with renewed intensity, "and give me all that 'I love my wife' nonsense because it won't sell. Not to me. Not after what you've done." I didn't speak, couldn't find words that wouldn't sound like more empty promises. "I won't buy it," he stated flatly, crossing his arms. "Not for a second." The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. For the first time since I'd walked into this room, I felt something shift inside me… not anger, not frustration, but something far worse. Regret. It sat in my chest like a weight I couldn't shift, pressing down on my lungs with each breath.

He couldn’t give me back the birthdays I spent feeling forgotten. He couldn’t give me back the mornings I sat across from him at breakfast while he barely looked at me. He couldn’t give me back the years I spent wondering what was wrong with me. And he couldn’t undo the day he handed me divorce papers while I was carrying his child. I kept reading. ~Regret. The single word sat alone on the line. I stared at it for several seconds. Then I read the next line. ~Regret is the only thing I can do at this point.

Taking my life wasn't an easy decision, but it was the only choice I had. Just before jumping, I said, "Anders, you were my world, you were everything, and right from the moment I met you up until now, I have had no regrets. Perhaps I do have regrets; the fact that I didn't treat you better. One way or another, I might have been stubborn, I might have caused you to stress, I might have caused you heartache. Those are the only regrets I have. Now, I am going to leave this world as well because without you by my side, Anders, I do not want to stay. I am coming. This is it."

I read it so many times the paper was falling apart. I didn't go to the funeral. I couldn't. Victor would have been there. Celeste would have been there. He would have been there. So I sat on this same floor with Noah, who was only one year old, asleep in my lap, and I cried until there was nothing left inside me. Mama never got to hold her grandbaby. I never kept my promise to her. I never told him. 'One day,' Nyx whispered. 'When it's safe.'

Then stopped. Folded the paper. Unfolded it. Reread the words. They felt wrong. Too little. Too late. He tore the page neatly in half and dropped it into the bin. That became a pattern. Letters started and destroyed. Apologies formed and abandoned. Promises he no longer had the right to make. In the silence of his cell, James began to understand something that had eluded him for years: regret is not loud. It does not scream. It sits with you. Patient. Unforgiving.

Like my whole body had just been handed a secret I wanted to keep forever. I felt it again now. Not as big as it had been then. Not as innocent. But I felt it flicker awake somewhere inside me, something that had been sleeping for a very long time. I looked at Sebastian’s face like maybe I could sue him for it. The corner of his mouth moved faintly. “What?” “Nothing.” “You asked.” “And now I regret it.” “Liar.” “Don’t look so pleased.” “I didn’t say anything.” “This time, seriously, don’t.”

They said she never married, and that her company never regained its former glory. They also said she often drove that black Mercedes alone across different cities, as if searching for something. I listened and only smiled. I did not ask more. Not every regret that comes too late deserves forgiveness. Not every broken mirror needs to be put back together. Spring wind blew through the window, carrying a faint salty dampness from the sea. I closed the book in my hand and made myself a cup of coffee. At last, I felt that the long winter rain in my chest had stopped.

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone. Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.” I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone. I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.

"I'm really, really sorry, Mr. Shaw. I promise I won't ever show up in your sights. Please, just spare me. Both you and Rachel…" What a joke. I stood up. "Spare you? Mr. Newman, that's my line. You and Rachel should both give me a break. I'm engaged, and a new life awaits me. If you two keep buzzing around like flies, how am I going to have a quiet life?" Zacharias grabbed the leg of my trousers. He pleaded, "Mr. Shaw, please…" He was cut short. Rachel showed up and pulled him away. I had never seen her so livid before.