The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 189

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Clara

The air on the rooftop is different, here it was fresh and liberating, but now it feels raw.

As if it had no filters, as if there were no walls that soften anything.

And right now… That’s all I need.

I step out without looking back, pushing the door harder than necessary. The metallic sound is lost behind me, but it can’t break the noise inside me.

I walk from one side to the other. Aimlessly, without pause.

My heels set the rhythm against the ground, constant, dry. As if that sound could organize something inside my head… but it doesn’t.

Nothing does.

I exhale hard, running a hand through my hair.

“It wasn’t that bad…” I murmured.

But I don’t believe it. Not entirely, because that’s not what they said.

It’s how they said it, it’s the way they looked at me.

The way they placed every word, every number, every “possible scenario” on the table… as if they were taking me apart piece by piece. As if everything I’ve built could be shaken by a single decision. One.

I purse my lips.

“They’re exaggerating…”

Yes. That’s it.

They are taking everything to the extreme, they always do.

It is their way of protecting the company, of anticipating, of covering every possible risk.

I know. I’ve defended it before.

But today… today it did not feel like prevention.

It felt like judgment, like exposure. As if I had been put in the center of a room… and they would have

begun to point.

To break down, to question.

My chest tightens and for a second… I close my eyes. Because the feeling is clear.

Too clear.

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“As if I had been stripped naked…”

The phrase escapes me in a low voice, and it is exactly that.

It was not a mistake, it was not an obvious flaw. It was a possibility.

A projection taken to the worst possible scenario.

A chain of “what if…” But even so… they made it look like something real.

Like something dangerous, like something mine.

I open my eyes, the wind moving my hair slightly.

I breathe once, twice… but it does not go down, the discomfort is still there.

Stuck, persistent. Because underneath all that… There’s something I can’t ignore.

I wouldn’t have taken that to the board, not like that.

Not without talking about it first, not without context. Not without…

“Alexander.”

The name pops into my mind as an automatic response.

My footsteps stop, I stand still looking straight ahead. Without really seeing anything, because now… everything fits together too well.

Yesterday’s conversation, the way he signaled the adjustment. The insistence, the look.

I clench my jaw.

“No…”

But yes.

Because he would.

Not directly, not head-on. But yes… strategically measuring.

Placing pieces, letting others do the rest.

I exhale forcefully, walking again. Faster now, more tense.

“It wasn’t a mistake…”

I repeat, because it wasn’t.

It was a calculated decision, with criteria. But taken at one point… vulnerable.

And that… That was enough.

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I close my eyes for a second as I walk. Because the worst part… isn’t what happened. It’s how it made me feel. Because for the first time in a long time… I hesitated.

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Even if it was a second, even if it was minimal. I hesitated and that… That does bother me more than

anything.

The sound of the door cuts through the air; I stop. I don’t need to turn around right away.

I know who it is. I feel it.

“Clara.”

His voice appears calmly, as if nothing had happened. Controlled, as always.

I close my eyes for a second longer, and then turn around. There he is, standing, a few steps away,

watching me.

As if this were… normal, as if what happened had not just happened.

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