All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

NoahI pressed hard on the gas, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I couldn’t stop the flood of anxious thoughts. Please, mom, please don’t scare me. I can’t handle another tragedy, not now, not after everything. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter as I raced toward my mother’s house, the world outside a blur of trees and pavement. Neil’s voice on the phone kept playing in my head: Grandma looks a little green, but she doesn’t want me to tell you.I pulled into the driveway, barely taking time to turn off the engine before I dashed inside. The front door swung open with a loud creak, and I called out, panic making my voice crack. “Mom? Where are you?”No answer.Oh God, please be okay. My feet carried me quickly through the house, every second stretching out, my imagination conjuring the worst scenarios. I pictured her lying on the floor, unconscious. Or worse.I threw open the bedroom door, my breath catching in my throat. There she was, lying on the bed, with Neil

NoahThe fluorescent lights overhead flickered as we were escorted out of the hospital room. My hands were shaking as I held Neil close. “We’re so sorry you had to witness that,” one of the nurses said softly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Why don’t you all go home and get some rest? You’ve been here all night. We’ll call you as soon as we have news."I didn’t want to leave. Don stood silent beside me. His face was etched with worry, but his words were steady. “Noah, you need to take Neil home. He’s exhausted. I’ll stay. There’s not much more you can do right now.”I looked at my little boy, his small hand clutching mine. His eyes were red from crying but still wide with worry. “Okay,” I whispered, barely trusting my voice. “But call us immediately if anything changes.”As we walked toward the elevator, every step felt heavier. How could this be happening? Just a day ago, we were baking together, laughing over family recipes. Now, the thought of Evelyn fighting for her life in the I

NoahThe moment I heard Don’s voice on the phone, I knew something terrible had happened. His usually calm tone was shaky, uncertain. As if the weight of the world had suddenly dropped on his shoulders.“Noah... Evelyn had a stroke while we were in the room with her.”My heart dropped. The words hit me like a freight train, and for a second, I couldn't breathe.“Is she… is she okay?” I managed to ask, even though I could already sense the answer.“She made it through, but…” Don hesitated, his voice breaking. “Her entire body is paralyzed. She’s conscious, but… she can’t move, Noah.”Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood frozen in the middle of the room. “Oh, Don… I’m relieved she’s alive, but… that’s devastating. I’m so sorry.”Neil sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, helping me unpack our boxes. He looked up at me, sensing my distress. “Mommy? Is it news about Granny Eve?”I knelt down beside him, struggling to find the right words. His innocent face gazed at me, full of trust. It s

Noah“What?! You’re pregnant too?” I gasped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. I could hardly believe it. My best friend and I were going through this life-changing experience together. It was surreal.“Yes!” she laughed, her excitement palpable even over the phone.“Cass, that’s amazing! I’m so excited for you! Soon, we’ll be able to bump baby bumps,” I joked, a grin spreading across my face. It felt good to be laughing and sharing something positive amidst all the chaos in my life. The tension that had been weighing on me all day seemed to lift a little with the news.“Yep! I can’t wait for all the baby shopping and nursery planning,” she said, her voice brimming with joy. “And of course, you know I’m here for you through everything. We’re in this together.”We chatted a little longer, exchanging ideas about baby names and joking about the cravings we’d start to get. I felt lighter after the conversation, but the relief was short-lived. The weight of the next evening's plans

RaymondLying in my new bed, in the huge master bedroom of my new villa, I was staring blankly at the screen of my phone. The brightness illuminated the darkened room. But the images that scrolled past brought no comfort. It was the thousandth time I had gone through these photos—pictures of Noah. Of the two of us laughing, holding hands, looking so blissfully in love.My heart twisted painfully. “Oh, Noah, I miss you,” I sighed.I couldn’t shake her from my mind, no matter how far I tried to run. Brayford was supposed to be a fresh start—a city thriving with opportunity. The business world here was alive, full of energy. I should have been focusing on building connections, making deals, meeting new people. But all of it felt hollow without her.My fingers paused on a photo of us by the beach, her hair blowing in the wind, her laughter echoing in my memory. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion deep in my bones. How had everything gone so wrong?I knew now what had driven Noah awa