The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 307

Chapter 220: Confessions.

Vanessa

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I look at him, I really look at him. And for the first time since I entered this house… I don’t exactly know what to think of him. It’s not pity, it’s not rejection. It’s something more complex

Something that gets stuck between my chest and throat.

“What did you do, Alexander?”

My voice comes out lower than I expected, slower. Because something in the way he speaks … in the previous pause… tells me that what’s coming isn’t simple. It’s not just any mistake, not a common bad decision.

He doesn’t answer immediately, he leans back slightly on the sofa, brings the glass to his lips and takes a sip, as if he needs that extra second to gather his thoughts. Or to decide if he should say it. But he does.

“I wanted to earn her trust.”

I nod slightly; that makes sense.

“To be a hero in her life.”

My brow furrows, slightly.

“To recover what I had lost before Ethan got involved.”

There it is. The exact moment everything changes.

I tilt my head slightly, analyzing him.

“I planned something… a little crazy.”

My fingers tense slightly on my leg. Crazy?

“But it was because I let desperation get the better of me.”

“What is it?” I say it bluntly, directly. Because now I really want to know. I need to know.

He twirls the glass between his fingers. He studies it… And then he utters the sentence.

“I hired someone to break into her apartment.”

The world stops, literally.

My hands rise on their own, covering my mouth before I can even fully process what I just

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heard.

My eyes widen, too wide.

“Really?”

The word escapes me through my fingers. Incredulous, because no… I hadn’t expected th could imagine manipulation, I could imagine lies, I could imagine games. But this… this is another level. One that isn’t just dangerous… it’s… dark.

He doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t back down… He doesn’t soften anything.

“It was all coldly calculated.”

He says it as if he were talking about a business deal, as if there weren’t a person involved As if there weren’t a woman he, in theory… loved.

My heart beats faster.

“She would come out unharmed.”

Sure. They always say that.

“It was just a small scene.”

Small… I repeat that word in my mind and it almost seems absurd.

“Where the prince appears out of nowhere to rescue the princess.”

I close my eyes for a second. Just one. Processing, imagining. That “small” scene.

“And that’s how it was.”

I open them, slowly.

“It was easy.”

My breathing becomes heavier.

“Really easy.”

That… I don’t like it at all. Because it speaks of control, of power, of what someone can do when they have money and connections. And of how far they’re willing to go.

I observe him more closely now, more… alert.

“But…” There it is, the flaw. The crack. “What I didn’t expect… and didn’t take into account…

was a move.”

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My fingers unconsciously intertwine.

“After rescuing her…”

His gaze drifts for just a second, as if reliving the scene.

“To come across as her hero…”

He pauses.

“I held her in my arms.”

Something in my chest clenches.

“She was sheltered against my chest.”

I imagine it, I don’t want to… But I do. And for some reason… I don’t like it. Not because of h

not because of Clara. But because of what he felt in that moment. Because it wasn’t just strategy, there was something more there. Something real.

“And then…”

His voice drops slightly.

“Ethan appears.”

My jaw tightens, of course. It had to be him.

“And they both asked me to leave. Yes, me, the one who saved her from that bad man, the one who prevented a tragedy that night… they asked me to leave… I waited a while.”

He takes another breath.

“Knowing that now she and I would be okay. It was going to improve our relationship.”

He shakes his head slightly.

“But no.”

My eyes don’t leave him. Not for a second.

“I heard he took her back to his mansion… for ‘safety.”

That word, safety. I can almost hear the irony in it.

“The day I found out…”

He clenches his jaw, and that’s when I see it. Annoyance, real annoyance. }

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“I felt like shit.”

He doesn’t say “bad.” He doesn’t say “frustrated.” He says shit, and that weighs heavily.

“Because I was an idiot. One who threw her back into that son of a bitch’s arms.”

The air hangs between us, I don’t say anything, I can’t. Because what I just heard… isn’t just anything. It’s a confession, one of those that aren’t spoken aloud, that aren’t shared, that aren’t let out… unless something is deeply broken inside.

I look him up and down, as if I were seeing him for the first time. Because in a way… that’s what he is. This man… isn’t just cold. He isn’t just calculating, he’s capable. Capable of crossing lines that others wouldn’t even consider. Capable of constructing entire scenarios to manipulate emotions. Capable of playing the savior… by creating the danger first. And ye he failed. That’s what shocks me most, not what he did. But that it didn’t work.

I slowly lower my hands from my face. My fingers brush my lips, still feeling the echo of my

own shock.

“\…”

My voice comes out lower now, slower.

“I expected anything…”

I look him straight in the eye.

“But not this.”

And it’s true, completely. I let out a small laugh, but it’s not humorous. It’s incredulous.

“That’s…”

I search for the word, but it doesn’t come to me right away.

“That’s extreme.”

Very extreme.

I lean back on the sofa again, but I’m no longer relaxed. I’m… alert, awake, thinking. A lot. Because if he was capable of doing that for Clara… what would he be capable of now? And why is he telling me this? That’s the question that really matters.

I tilt my head slightly, my eyes never leaving his.

“And yet…” I murmur, with a brief pause. It didn’t work. “That means…”

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My voice barely lowers.

“She didn’t choose you.”

There’s no mockery, no judgment, just a fact. And in that fact… there’s something we sha Something uncomfortable, something I don’t say out loud…. but it’s there. Because I wasn

chosen either.

I barely press my fingers against my leg, but this time not because of pain, but for clarity, because now I see him better. Much better. Alexander isn’t just a wounded man, he’s a ma who learned… the hard way. And that… that makes him dangerous. But also… useful, very useful.

I observe him for another second, and this time… when I speak… my voice is different. Firm

colder, more aware.

“So you know what can’t be done,” I say, leaning slightly forward. “What would you do differently now?”

There it is, the real question. Not about the past, but about what’s to come. Because if ther one thing I’m sure of right now… it’s that this story… isn’t over. Not for him, not for me. And maybe… just maybe… we’ve just found the point where our interests… begin to align.

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