Regrets After the Split: Does It Matter

Chapter12

Charles shifts his gaze awkwardly. “I just feel like the kids need a complete family.”

“Aaron has changed a lot lately; he’s not as willful and spoiled as

before. So-”

“Didn’t you marry Miss Browns?”

Charles freezes.

“Back then, everyone told me she was the wife who suited you, the

mother of Aaron.”

“Even though you never said it directly, I figured you agreed.”

“So I quit willingly.”

“What? So you two ended up not being together?”

Unable to bear my gaze, Charles clenches and then relaxes his hands unconsciously. “That’s all in the past. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“My relationship with you is also in the past.”

“But we have a child.”

“So what? Charles, stop using others as an excuse.”

Chapter12

“It was Vanessa before, and now it’s Aaron.” I smile softly and say, “Is it really that hard to admit you have feelings for me?”

I used to wonder just how unworthy I seemed in Charles’s eyes that he was so ashamed to acknowledge it.

It’s really hard to hide feelings like that. Just like how I never said I

loved Charles, but the blush spreading across my cheeks and my

racing heart had long betrayed me..

My marriage to Charles lasted a full four years.

Though I tend to be somewhat of a people–pleaser, if he had never

given me even a glimmer of hope, I couldn’t have held on for four

years.

I wasn’t sure when he started to like me or how much he actually liked me.

I just inherited Grandma Samantha’s habit: if something was broken, my first instinct wasn’t to throw it away and get a new one, but to patch it up and use it as long as I could.

I applied the same mindset to my marriage.

I thought maybe Charles didn’t hate me as much as I thought, and if I tried a little harder, perhaps this marriage could work.

I desperately searched for any trace of affection he might have for me, trying to gather those scattered feelings into something that could illuminate my path forward.