His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: A Lendly Kiss 

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Chapter 89: A Longing Kiss 

JULIA 

The tears came without warning, streaming down my cheeks. The sound of our sobs filled the space as we held each other’s bodies. He pulled away for a moment, brushing away my tears, but it was no use. They just kept coming. 

He continued crying, too, his shoulders shakling as he pulled me into his armns. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered once more, his voice breaking.’m so sorry, Julia. I’m sorry for everything. 

I buried my face in his chest, my hands clutching at his shit as sobs wracked my body. It was like a dam had burst, releasing years of anger. All the words I’d held back and emotions I’d buried came rushing to the surface. 

“You left me,” I choked out, my voice muffled against his chest. “You left us.” 

“I know,” he said, his voice filled with regret. 

“I know, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. I was stupid, Julia. I was scared, and I didn’t know how to be what you needed. But I’ve regretted it every single day since. It’s my biggest regret, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right. I swear to you, I will.” 

He broke the hug and placed his hands on my cheeks. I looked up at him through tear–filled eyes. His face was a mirror of my own pain, his eyes already red and swollen. 

I had never seen him like this–not even when his parents fought, or his grandfather died. 

“Do you know how alone I felt?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep, wondering why I wasn’t enough? Wondering why you didn’t fight for us?” 

Evan’s face crumpled, and he pulled me back into his arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt. 

“You were always enough,” he said. “You were everything, Julia. I was the one who wasn’t enough. I was the one who didn’t know how to be what you deserved. If I could manipulate time and go back to that day, I would. I wouldn’t have listened to hearsay, I would have stayed with you even when I got tired.” 

“But I can’t,” he cried. “That’s what pains me the most. I can’t bring back the past” 

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“However, I’m going to spend every day trying to be better–to be the man you and Andy deserve.” 

I clung to him, my tears soaking his shirt. It was all too much. It felt like we were two broken pieces trying to fit back together, but the edges were jagged, and it hurt to even try. 

“I loved you so much,” I said. “I loved you with everything had, Evan.” 

“I love you. I never stopped,” he confessed. 

I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes were filled with so much love that it took my breath away. And then, before I could think, before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him. 

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was desperate, passionate, filled with all the longing and pain we’d been holding back for years. The taste of him, familiar yet distant, flooded my senses. 

His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I held onto him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. Tears streamed down our faces, mixing together as we kissed. 

Then, his tongue explored my mouth, reacquainting itself with the taste of me. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he growled, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. 

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Chapter 89: A Long Kiss 

I gasped, the slight pain sending a jolt of pleasure straight my core. 

But then, a small voice interrupted us, snapping me back to reality. 

“Mommy?” 

We broke apart, both of us turning to see Andy standing in the doorway, his little face scrunched up in confusion. He was holding the plushie Heath had given him earlier, tiny fingers clutching it tightly. 

My eyes widened, and I quickly pushed Evan away, my cheeks heating up to what felt like a hundred degrees. Goodness, I even moaned! 

I cleared my throat and stood. 

“Andy,” I said, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” 

He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he walked over to us, his little footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He stopped in front of Evan and pushed him away, his small hands pressing against Evan’s legs. 

“Mommy, be strong,” he said, glaring at Evan, who looked so much like Andy with his swollen eyes and red nose. 

“Don’t be with Daddy–I mean, this Mister again. 

Evan and I turned to each other with wide eyes. I cleared my throat and kneeled down to his level.