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A TASTE OF REGRET

Author: INKLADY
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-02 20:10:07

Patrick's POV

I started each morning waking up to tht smell of freshly brewed coffee.Dark brown, rich brown, and just so nicely brewed. The way I liked it. But today, going into the dining room, something was off. I glanced at the table. No hot cup of coffee. No pleasant smell circulating. My brow fell into a scroll as I rubbed my head, a strange sensation of emptiness. Hell. I had become so used to it that I noticed anymore when she was not around anymore. Giselle. Always woke me up earlier before me. Always had the coffee ready for me, just the right level of bitterness and heat to get me going for work in the mornings. And now? Nothing. Just an empty cold counter. I shook my head, trying to shake the icky feeling down my spine. I shouldn't be doing this. I'd told myself I wouldn't regret my actions.

Becky was still sleeping when I left the bedroom. I didn't wake her. Didn't want to.

Not because of anything, but because, for the first time since I'd decided to do it, doubt was alre
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