The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 147

Chapter 108 Idealized in My Life

Chapter 108: Idealized in My Life.

Vanessa:

I close the door of my apartment behind me. The sound rumbles louder than normal.

Not in the place, in my chest.

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I leave my bag on the table without even looking where it falls and walk a few steps inside the

apartment. Everything is silent. Too much silence…

1 run a hand over my face, I take a deep breath. But the air doesn’t come in as it should.

There’s something heavy inside me. An emptiness that doesn’t exactly feel empty… but as if

something was slowly breaking.

I walk to the kitchen, I open a bottle. I don’t bother looking for a fancy glass or anything like that. I

take any one and pour some liquor. The liquid falls with a soft sound.

I take a drink, it burns… But not enough to shut down what’s going on inside me.

I lean against the counter and close my eyes, and his voice returns to my head.

“I want only the people in my personal circle to be in my private life.”

I let out a bitter laugh, because I understand perfectly what he meant.

I’m not there, I’ve never been. I bring the glass to my lips again and drink more…

Years, I’ve spent years close to that man. Working with him, building things with him.

Being by their side in meetings, on trips, in important decisions.

Always close, always present, always waiting. Because yes… I was waiting.

I’m not a naive woman, I’ve dated. I’ve dated other men, I’ve kissed other men.

I’ve even shared beds that weren’t his.

But deep in my chest there was always a place reserved for him, for Ethan.

Because the man I really loved… it was him, the man with whom I imagined something serious.

Something real, it was him. And the worst… The worst of all this… it’s just that for Ethan I’m almost

invisible.

A partner, a colleague. An efficient woman at work.

Nothing more.

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My fingers squeeze the glass, and without realizing it I feel the first warmth in my eyes.

I blink, but it’s too late. Tears begin to fall.

First one, then another. And then I can’t stop them.

I put my hand to my mouth trying to contain the sound that escapes from my throat.

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Because what hurts the most… It’s not that he loves another woman. It’s that he never.. not even

for a moment… He looked at me the way I wanted him to look at me.

I’ve never been good at losing, but I haven’t been good either… feeling enough.

I guess that started long before Ethan, long before this office, this company, this life that I built so

carefully.

It always starts in the same place when I try to remember it.

In my house… In my father’s eyes, my father was a man… difficult.

He wasn’t the kind of man who yelled or banged on walls. No. It was worse than that. He was one

of those men who could destroy you with silence. With indifference…

I grew up trying to get his attention, I got good grades. I participated in everything in school.

I arrived with diplomas, with awards, with things that meant pride for any girl.

He barely looked up.

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