His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 55

[Serena, if I wasn't so afraid of my mother's brain tumor returning, I would never have married her.]

[Serena, I got married today. It breaks my heart that the bride isn't you. Don't worry, I'll divorce her in two years. Wait for me on the other side of the ocean. I promise I'll give you a wedding grander than any the world has ever seen.]

[Serena, I'm drunk. I miss you so much. Are you okay?]

Annika’s eyes fell to the date at the bottom of the entry: May 20th, exactly one month after her wedding. She remembered that time well. He had been so distant, using work as an excuse to leave early and come home late.

Every time they made love, it was hurried, passionless. How could he see her when his heart was so full of someone else? He probably pretended she was Serena every time, which was why he always insisted on turning off the lights. The thought was like a knife twisting in her gut.

She had underestimated the depth of his feelings for Serena. He truly loved her. It wasn't about gratitude or repaying a debt. She had been the one to come between them. She was the other woman.

At this realization, Annika’s hands trembled so violently that her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. A film of tears blurred her vision. Sucking in a sharp breath, she gently placed the notebook back in the box before the tears could fall, putting it back where it belonged, just as she would now put her misplaced love back where it belonged.

Annika stumbled out of the small room. She stood on the terrace, a pale, ghost-like figure in the dark. The night wind whipped her hair around her face, and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, doing anything to keep from breaking down into sobs.

Goodbye, Conrad.

Ignoring Beth's frantic calls, she ran to her car and sped out of the villa.

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