Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44

The next morning, I woke up still curled up in the chair, a thin blanket draped over me.

Jude was sitting quietly on the bed, watching me. “You’re up?”

I shifted a little, my whole body aching.

‘Figures, I thought. ‘No matter how expensive, a single–seater sofa just isn’t made for sleeping.

I tilted my head side to side, feeling the crick in my neck like it might turn into a full–on spasm.

Jude reached his hand out, probably to help, but I pushed him away without hesitation.

Annoyed, Jude snapped, “Ada, what the hell are you doing? You’d rather sleep on a damn sofa than share a bed with your husband?”

The word “divorce” nearly slipped out of my mouth, but I held it back.

Now that the Carson Group were under fire, throwing that word out would just be too cruel.

If we were gonna split, it’d have to be quiet.

And honestly, knowing Jude, if I mentioned divorce now, he’d lose it. Better to let him do that in private.

I glanced out the window and spotted Casey’s car pulling up. A second later, my phone rang.

*Ada, I’m here. You up yet?” Casey said.

it was just past seven. Casey must’ve left home at five or six.

Guilt crept in. I replied, “Give me ten minutes. I’ll shower and come down.”

“What are you up to?” Jude stood in the bathroom doorway, trying to follow me in, but I shoved him right back out.

“Going out with Casey. She’s got a checkup, I’m tagging along. Chill,” I replied.

Then i shut the door and locked it. The last thing I needed was him barging in again.

Jude slammed a palm against the door out of frustration, but didn’t force it.

I showered quickly, got dressed, and slipped out of the room.

Juno glanced from me to the car outside and asked, “Ada, heading to work this early? Not waiting for Jude?”

“Sorry, I’m just going with a friend to the hospital.” I changed my shoes and rushed out.

I could feel Jude watching me from the second–floor window, but I didn’t look back.

Casey yawned as I got in. “What the hell? You stayed the night again? They didn’t give you crap, did they? Mr. Carson didn’t just blindly take his grandson’s side?”

I shook my head. Didn’t feel like explaining

I thought, ‘We’re going to divorce anyway–might as well consider this my way of paying back the Carson family for everything over the years.

Casey didn’t press further, though her driving was faster than usual. I could tell something was up.

“You okay, Casey? You seem kinda rushed today,” I asked.

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Casey shook her head and hung up an incoming call.

“If something’s up at work, go handle it. Don’t let me hold you back,” I said, trying not to sound too insistent.

I’d caught the caller ID-“Manager.” Yeah, Casey definitely had something going on.

After dropping me at the hospital and making sure I had everything I needed, Casey finally admitted, “There’s a bidding event today.”

“Go ahead. I’ll text you when I’m done with chemo,” I said.

I knew how hard Casey had worked to earn her spot, so I pushed her to leave.

If I hadn’t texted her out of the blue yesterday, Casey probably would’ve been at the event already.

Casey double–checked with me a few more times, but I kept insisting I was fine. Only then did she finally go.

Without her around, the pain from the chemo hit harder.

Seeing the patients beside me, who were as thin and pitiful as I was, made my heart ache even more.

Perhaps watching life slip away was just this feeling.

After the chemo, everyone else had someone waiting for them. But I was alone.

The young nurse looked at me with sympathy and told me to rest a little longer.

But being alone in that place made me feel worse. So I pushed myself through the discomfort and made my way to the elevator.

in reality, I hated hospitals. There were too many bad memories in hospital.

But I couldn’t stay away from them either. My whole life felt like it was stuck in a loop I couldn’t break out of.

By the time I reached the first floor, my steps picked up. I just wanted to get out of there.

fast. My body suddenly gave out, and I stumbled forward. I grabbed onto a hand that reached out to steady me.

t lost my balance.” I finally stood straight–and looked up into Dorian’s face.

eckup? You don’t look great.” Dorian scanned me up and down and reached for my medical file.

into my bag quickly and replied, “No big deal. Just low blood sugar.”

Maybe because I looked so pale, Dorian actually bought it. He helped me over to a bench and went to grab me a Coke.

sipped it slowly, trying to fight back the nausea that always came after treatment.

Dorian looked like he still wanted to ask something, so I quickly changed the subject. “What about you? What brings you here, Dorian?”

“Friend’s sick. I came to visit. You?” Dorian said.