The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 191

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Chapter 135: Something Doesn’t Click.-1

Clara

I shouldn’t feel this way; there’s no real reason. Nothing concrete.

Nothing I can point to and say… this is what’s wrong. And yet… I feel it.

My mind is clouded, that meeting left me destabilized. It’s not that I don’t know how to listen to the members of the board of directors, or that I think I’m perfect and therefore a “mistake” is going to bother me…. but, it is the first time that this has happened.

I suppose that for everything there is a first time.

Since I left the building, since I got in the car, since I got home. My mind was the same, without a doubt, there is no worse prison than that.

I couldn’t forget the looks, words, anything… That weight, that discomfort, that feeling… that something doesn’t fit. It stayed with me.

When I get to my apartment, I close the door behind me and leave my bag on the table.

The sound is the same as always, everything is as usual.

My living room, my sofa, my space, my place. And yet… it doesn’t feel the same.

I frown slightly.

I stop and return to my reality, I try to locate myself and stop thinking about what was bothering me and then, I notice it.

“Could it be that I left the light on…?”

I asked myself looking at a space in my house lit up. I say the question in a low voice, more to fill the silence than because I really believe it.

Because I don’t, I never do. But the kitchen light… is on. I stand still for a few seconds, poking at it. As if I’m waiting for it to turn off by itself.

Ridiculous, I exhale.

I walk toward it, each step feeling a little slower. A little heavier.

“It must have been me…”

I tried to justify it quickly, yes. That’s it.

I left in a hurry, thinking about everything. At work, at the meeting. In Alexander, in Ethan. In everything.

It wouldn’t be strange, it wouldn’t be strange if I forgot to turn off this light.

I go into the kitchen, turn off the light. And the click sounds louder than normal, too loud.

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Istay there, in the dark. Just a second… Two. And something in my chest… it tightens.

As if that silence were too much.

I shake my head.

“You’re exaggerating…” I tell myself.

I turn the light back on, everything normal.

The light could give me some calm, so I left it as found it.

I looked inside the kitchen, everything in its place. Nothing out of place, nothing broken, nothing open.

Nothing.

I lean on the countertop for a second, breathing. Trying to lower that feeling.

But it doesn’t disappear, it stays there like a shadow.

I took a deep breath and let go, closed my eyes, stretched a little, moved my head and said to myself

mentally.

“What a long day”

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I decide not to think anymore, I’m going to do what I always do. My routine, everything normally. That always helps.

I walk to my room, I leave my clothes on the bed. I go into the bathroom, open the shower.

The sound of water filling the space gives me a little relief.

Something familiar, something constant…

I take off my clothes, I go inside. And I let the water fall on me.

I close my eyes, breathe. I try to let go of the day, the meeting, Alexander, his words.

“You’re out of focus.”

I purse my lips.

“I’m not…”

I repeat. But this time… It doesn’t sound so firm.

The water runs down my face, down my neck, over my body. And for a moment… I manage to disconnect.

Just a little, just enough. Until… I feel it.

I don’t hear it, I don’t see it. I feel it.

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