The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 387

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Chapter 296 Real Fears

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Chapter 296: Real Fears.

Clara

I wake up before any alarm goes off. I don’t know exactly what time it is… but the excitement makes me wake up much earlier. That day, the day.

Today is the day I reunite my life with Ethan. And it feels different than the first time.

I open my eyes slowly and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, silent, my heart beating faster than normal. It’s not anxiety, it’s not exactly nerves. It’s… something else. Something that settles in my chest and won’t go away.

I sit up slowly in bed, placing a hand on my chest, as if that’s how I can understand what I’m feeling. And then I recognize it. Happiness, yes. But not alone; it comes accompanied by something softer, and quieter-I think fear.

The door opens gently.

“Are you awake yet?”

My mother’s voice fills the room with that warmth it has always had.

I turn my face.

She enters with a calm smile, approaching slowly.

“Yes…” I answer softly.

She sits beside me on the bed, observing me. And she doesn’t take long to notice.

“What’s wrong?” She doesn’t ask if I’m okay because she knows it’s not that simple.

I lower my gaze for a moment, my fingers intertwining on my legs. And I breathe.

“I’m happy…” I begin. “Very.”

I look up at her.

“But…”

My voice cracks slightly.

“At the same time, I’m afraid.”

She says nothing, just listens, as always.

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“Afraid that…” I swallow, “that everything will change now.”

I pause, searching for the words.

“That the title of wife… will cause something to be lost.”

She frowns slightly, gently.

“What?”

“The need to fall in love,” I finally say. “To make an effort… to keep the relationship alive.”

I let out a small, nervous laugh.

“I sound immature, I know.” I shake my head. “I know relationships don’t stay the same… that they evolve, that they change… but…”

My eyes fill with an emotion that’s hard to contain.

“I’ve been through this before.”

The silence deepens, becomes more real.

“And I don’t want it to happen again.”

My mother sighs softly, and then takes my hand in hers.

“I understand.” She says without hesitation, without minimizing what I feel. “Of course I

understand.”

Her fingers gently caress mine.

“You’ve been through this before. You’ve seen how something that started well… can transform into something that no longer feels the same.”

I nod. Feeling that lump in my throat.

“And it’s normal to be afraid of going through it again.”

Her voice is firm, yet gentle.

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