Chapter 059

Alexander

I stood there, frozen in regret, as the reality of the situation sunk in. She was really gone, and I had let her walk away.

Why didn't I stop her? Why didn't I confront her further? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, pulling me down into a sea of self-doubt and uncertainty.

I thought of all the things I could have said, all the demands for truth I could have uttered. But I had said nothing, done nothing, and now she was gone.

I was a fucking coward!

"I picked my inheritance over her," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I around the room. "I mean, it was the right thing to do, right?" I asked myself.

The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions, unable to escape the weight of my own regret.

And then, like a whisper in the darkness, I remembered her parting words and the pain I saw in her eyes.

She must really hate me.

God, why was I feeling this way?