The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 222

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Chapter 155: Waiting…

Ethan

The door closes, and the sound… is sharp, final.

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I stare at it for a few more seconds… as if I could still see them on the other side. As if Clara were going to come back immediately and say that this was all just a bad moment, a bad coincidence.

But no, she is not coming back. And now… I’m alone.

Alone in that room that shouldn’t feel so alien… but it does.

I exhale slowly, running a hand over my face.

“It’s okay” I murmur to myself.

But it’s not okay, none of this is.

I walk a few steps inside the room, slowly. No hurry. As if by moving I could also order what I have in my

head.

My gaze returns to the balcony, to that table, open papers, notes, graphs, figures.

I get closer, I don’t touch anything at first. I just watch.

Clara was really working. It is not an excuse. It is not an improvisation.

This is real… My fingers finally brush one of the documents. I lift it just enough, just enough to see better.

Projections, expansion. Signatures pending… The name of the company, Alexander’s name and Clara’s name together.

I purse my lips, I don’t like it, not because of work… but because of what it implies.

Because of the level of proximity, because of the time shared, because of what that can generate… if it is not controlled.

I leave the paper in its place, I did not come to review documents. I came for her, but still… everything

adds up.

Everything matters.

I let out a sigh and ran my hand over my chin, that second I closed my eyes.

I imagined that she…

“No, don’t think about it anymore.”

When she left the room, when I heard the water in her shower… when i saw her with her fresh body and … I thought that…

I lean lightly on the edge of the table, looking out. The city follows its rhythm indifferently

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As if nothing was happening, as if inside me there was not this… noise.

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Because that’s what it is, noise, questions, images. Doubts that do not end up forming… but they are there.

I close my eyes for a second, and the image comes back. Alexander opening the door, the shirt, the way he spoke.

“She’s in the shower.”

I clench my jaw.

No, I’m not going to let my mind drag me down that path without evidence.

Not again, not with her… I take a deep, slow, controlled breath.

“Trust her” I murmured. “Trust her”

But trust… It does not mean ignoring. And that is clear to me.

I separate from the table and go back inside the room, there is her open suitcase… I approach.

Not with the intention of invading… but my eyes still rest on what is inside.

Clothes folded, neat. As always.

That tears something small out of me… almost imperceptible, a familiar sensation. Home.

But it doesn’t last long, because this… It’s not home. And that weighs heavily.

I slump on the edge of the bed, the mattress giving way slightly under my weight. And the silence… come

back.

I look at the clock, it’s been just… five minutes? They feel like twenty.

I rest my elbows on my knees, interlacing my hands.

I think of the call, of her voice. In the question.

“The necklace…”

I frown, that’s still stuck there. Because it is not just any question.

It doesn’t come from nowhere. And Vanessa…

That name reappears where it shouldn’t.

“What are you doing?… -” i murmur.

I don’t know if I’m talking about her, or about me. Or everything.

I get up again, I can’t sit still. I walk back and forth, until I stop in front of the mirror.

I look serious, tense. Too much content.

“Don’t lose control,” I say to myself quietly.

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Chapter 155-Wailing

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Because I know how easy it would be to do it, I know how easy it would be to let myself go, to confront, to demand, to impose.

But that… I’ve done that before. And I know exactly where it leads.

No, not this time. This time I’m going to do it differently, but that doesn’t mean staying silent.

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