The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 322

Chapter 234 e They All the Same?

Chapter 234: Are They All the Same?

Vanessa

All men are the same. The thought hit me so hard I had to look down at my glass to keep from throwin in his face.

All of them.

Ethan, with his elegant coldness, with that impeccable way of hurting while adjusting his tie and going d with his day as if he hadn’t broken anything.

Alexander, with his calculated superiority, with that tone of a man who thinks he understands everything

even me…

All men are assholes.

They’re all the same, they just come in different packages… Do they think I don’t understand? They’re equally lustful and damned, they just pretend to be angels in front of the women they actually care about

I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit down again. If I stayed standing, I was going to break something.

I picked up my wine glass and took a long, almost brutal gulp, as if it were water.

The liquid went down, burning my throat, but I needed to feel something other than humiliation.

I poured myself more. The bottle was within reach, and I didn’t ask permission.

“Listen, I thought…”

“We’re back to square one, Vanessa.”

I looked up angrily. Alexander was reclining in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, unbearably calm.

“You don’t have to believe. You don’t have to imagine. We talked, and we made it clear.”

His voice was calm, sharp.

“When you came into my room, we made it clear it was without feelings. There are no feelings.”

I clenched my jaw.

*Just because we had sex doesn’t mean we’re going to make a plan together to separate those two creatures who have tormented our lives.”

His gaze locked on mine.

“I still don’t know what to do.”

I stared at him as if he were speaking another language.

How could he not know? How could he sit like that, without urgency without anguish, without feeling that

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time was passing?

“Don’t you know what to do?” I repeated, incredulous.

“No.”

The answer was curt, my chest heaving.

“Alexander… they’re getting married.”

For the first time, I saw him blink more slowly.

“I saw Ethan’s assistant’s planner. They’re already making arrangements. They’re getting married.”

The words stung as they left my mouth.

They’re getting married… Again, her again. Clara taking what I’ve been waiting for for years.

I stared at him.

“Don’t you really like her? Don’t you truly love her?”

He didn’t flinch. He never flinches… That made me sick too.

“I’m attracted to her,” he replied calmly. “And I’d like her to be my wife.”

My heart leaped ridiculously. But he continued.

“But if I can’t change that… I’m not going to enslave myself to Clara.”

I felt something break inside me; we weren’t made of the same pain. We didn’t walk with the same wound;

I had enslaved myself. To Ethan, to his attention, to his gaze, to the absurd hope that one day he would

wake up and choose me. I had wasted years; Alexander hadn’t.

He still retained something I had lost long ago: pride.

He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his legs.

“We are on the same path, Vanessa.”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“Yes.”

His tone hardened slightly.

“Only I don’t react from emotional need like you do.”

I hated him. I hated him so much in that instant that I imagined smashing the glass on the table and stabbing a shard into his neck. Seeing him bleed, seeing him lose his composure, seeing him human… But

I did nothing. I just gripped the glass so tightly my fingers trembled.

“We have to do something.” I said through gritted teeth.

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He raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“Think.” I leaned toward him. “Aren’t you the calculating one? The strategist? The cold one? Aren’t I supposed to be the one who can’t think because I’m emotional?”

His jaw tightened for a second, a minor victory

“Calm down,” he finally said.

He leaned back again.

“The fact that they’re getting married doesn’t mean anything.”

I looked at him with disdain.

“Of course it does.”

“No.”

He pointed at my hand holding the glass.

“Marriage is a ring and a piece of paper. It means nothing if the foundation is broken.”

My eyes burned.

“They’re fine.”

“That’s what you think.”

“He loves her.”

“Maybe.”

“She went back to him.”

“She went back once before and left.”

Every word he said was a logical stab in the back. And I hated logic when it suited my suffering

Alexander continued: “If you waited all this time… why can’t you wait a little longer?”

I wanted to answer that it was because I was tired. Because it hurts to breathe when I think about them, because I can’t stand seeing her occupying places I dreamed of. Because they fired me from the company like I was an old piece of furniture, because I feel like time is chasing me… Because every year that passes makes me more ridiculous. But I said nothing, I just took one breath.

I looked down at the dark wine in the glass, my reflection trembling on the surface. And for the first time, amidst my rage toward Ethan, toward Alexander, toward Clara… something small tried to surface. An awkward question… If all men were the same. Why did I always end up in the same place?

I pushed it away immediately, I didn’t want to think about it. Not yet. So I took another sip and lifted my

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chin.

“Fine, I murmured. “Then tell me how to wait… without going crazy.”

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