His Deepest Regret

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ing him across the room, his presence commanding the space, my heart betrayed me. It hammered against my chest as if begging for att

the way it always had been. His features were sharper now, more defined, but still so familiar. The man

sleeve, pulling m

h curiosity. His small fingers gripped my hand, his little fac

" I replied, forcing a smile, p

to drag the past into his innocent world. He didn't know the heartache, the betrayal, or the ye

mine, and I could see the flicker of confusion in his expression. It lasted only a moment, but it felt like an eter

gain, more insistently.

n the man standing before us, the man who had once been every

ing a strand of hair behind my ear. My heart pound

o him?" Max asked, his

o, sweetheart. We'r

le, my heart still racing, but now for an entirely different reason. My mind w

made me feel like I was the center of his world. I didn't belong in his world anymore, a

place I had buried deep inside, and seeing Marcus again made it feel like it was all rushing back to the surface.

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n hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her green eyes, the ones that used to melt me, were guarded now,

walked away, thinking we were both better off. But seeing her again now, with a little boy by her side, made me wonder if I

A part of me had always wondered if the rumors were true. But seeing him,

ooked my way. I couldn't blame her. I had left her broken. I had abandoned her when she nee

away, walking toward the door, leaving me

r-why she hadn't told me. Why she hadn't given me a c

ldn't help the feeling of regret that swept over me. I had made millions, built

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as suffocating. I had walked away, but the truth was, I couldn't escape. The feeling of his eyes on me, t

ked again, his voice softer

ing heart. "That was someone I knew a long

knew us," Max said, confusi

ly a whisper, barely audible over the rush

to put space between us and the man who had once been my world, but I couldn't shake the

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the one I had walked away from, was now walking away from me. She had

when she needed me most. I had chosen to ignore the

hadn't known about, a boy I had no right to call my

ct him. From me. From the

hing else in the world. The question was, could