His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 9

Serena's voice, now helpless and on the verge of tears, echoed in the room. Then, the recording ended.

No matter how many times Conrad frantically replayed it, there were no more words from Serena. Not a single one.

"Serena," he whispered, his knuckles white as he clutched the recorder. A powerful sense of helplessness washed over him, leaving him weak. He leaned against the wall, his lips pale as he gasped for air, his eyes hollow. When he closed them, all he could see was Serena’s tear-streaked, pitiful face. All he could hear were her words from before she went into surgery: "Conrad, you have to wait for me. I need to see you the moment I wake up."

She had said it while nestled in his arms, her voice a soft caress.

"I will," he had promised.

But then his mother's calls had come, one after another, a relentless barrage of demands. Yazmin had even threatened to kill herself if he didn't return immediately.

In the end, he had left Serena and flown back overnight. And that night, Serena was gone.

Guilt and grief tore him apart. He would never forgive his own heartlessness, and he would never forgive Annika's selfishness. He would torment her. He would make Annika taste the same bitter pain of unrequited love that Serena had endured!

He set down the recorder and stormed into the bedroom. Before he could speak, Annika rose from the vanity, her expression unnervingly calm. She took a document from the drawer and held it out to him. "I've signed it."

Conrad took the divorce agreement. For a moment, the thin sheet of paper felt as heavy as lead in his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut, a wave of pain washing over him. When he opened them, his voice was a low rasp. "Annika, I've changed my mind. I don't want a divorce anymore."

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