All Chapters of Never: HIS REGRET: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Weeks afterLiam's POV My heart was set in rage as I paced around the room, moving from the beginning to the end and back and forth. I had left the house to see if she would get tired of isolation and pack out, but no; I was wrong. She was a really stubborn nut to crack.She was practically in the house, just as I had gathered, while I wallowed in misery, still lodged at the hotel for two weeks. My anger grew even more when I thought about Dad and Mum. They had played a major role in everything that's happening now, and the faster I figured out what to do next, the better for everyone.My hands clenched at my sides, my thoughts spiraling, my heart seething. There was no way I was going to survive in that same house with her for a second. Never!I slammed my hands hard against the wall, resting my head against it as a sudden flash of realization popped into my mind. I quickly pulled away from the wall and moved to the drawer to retrieve my main phone lines. I had practically turned th

I held onto his gaze for a while, feeling the intensity of his words hitting me hard, causing me to make an abrupt adjustment in my seat.“What’s this greater danger?” I asked, feeling a little dejected inside. My stomach twisted, and my gaze widened in anticipation.He nodded, his gaze still locked with mine. I could sense the hesitation behind his expression, and that alone tore me apart even more.“I would rather not say it to you, considering the emotions you displayed during the process. It would shred you even more if you knew exactly what it was. But don’t worry; fingers crossed,” he replied. His words sounded unprofessional to me, and my gaze dropped in dissatisfaction.Did he mean I couldn’t handle the weight of the information? A slight push stirred in my heart, and I lifted my gaze to ask him just that. But before I could speak, my lips curled up in reaction to the loud cries from outside the office, followed by a knock on the door, which creaked open thereafter. Our gazes

James POV Seated in the office, going through the files, my heart seethed with rage. The approved files from the directors were supposed to reach me, but I hadn't seen any up to this moment.Reaching for the office telephone, I pressed the secretary’s line and hit the send button. A few minutes later, a knock came at the door, which creaked open, revealing her in a black skirt and jacket, paired with a well-printed shirt that suited the office attire.My gaze fixed on her for a moment, silently demanding an answer. Being the oldest staff member, she knew too well how much I hated incompetence and lateness in any project that needed to be executed. The office should exude a business-minded consciousness, not lousiness.“Sir, I have reached out to the directors, and their report will soon get to you,” she spoke, her voice slightly trembling under my watchful gaze.My eyes turned sharp as daggers. I winced, shifting my gaze from her to the door, which had just creaked open, revealing th

“Just let them be,” I cut her off halfway through her words, but she hesitated.“No, ma’am, I think these people need a more shocking revelation to consume their faces in shame,” she replied angrily, turning towards Liam’s family, who bore masked expressions of confusion.“Your son isn’t dead yet. Can you just let go of her legs?” she snapped, fixing her gaze on Liam’s mom.Her grip on my legs loosened, and my heart seethed.“Where is my son?” she cried out. I felt her pain, but what hurt more was the fact that they had tagged me as the evil one, blaming and threatening me.I shoved past without a word, completely engrossed in my rage.The earlier smiles and excitement in my heart as he fought through death were dissipating.They were all ungrateful and certainly didn’t think of anyone else’s feelings; only their own.I slammed the door of my office so hard that it made a loud sound, echoing throughout the entire room. My steps were loud and full of grievances as I took the seat next

“Please, can you let me in?” His voice was soft and cold, its coolness almost sinking into my heart as always.I shook my head vigorously. “Get the heck out of this place now!” I barked yet again, moving over to my bed and collapsing onto it.His pleas, words, and excuses all drowned in my unconscious state. I pressed my hands against my ears, my head buried in the pillows…******Few days laterI slowly opened my eyes, my body weak beneath the duvet. I tried to lift myself, but I fell back hard against the bed.Three days, yet it hadn’t been easy letting go of the pain. It was too much. I hissed, rolling onto my side.I held my hands to my face, yawned, and glanced toward the window.Shocked, I snapped my head toward the clock, which hung perfectly on the nightstand.I gasped, forcing my body up despite the lingering weakness. Hurrying through my morning routine, I freshened up and soon found myself in the living room.“Cutie,” I called out. “Mum’s waiting for you,” I added, putting