The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 393

Chapter 302 A Real Home

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Chapter 302: A Real Home.

Ethan

The party is slowly winding down, not all at once. Like a candle slowly burning out, leaving a trail of warm light, soft laughter, and conversations that linger unhurriedly.

And I’m there, in the middle of it all. But this time… present.

Truly.

I look around at the people who are still there. My mother chatting with Clara’s mother, some friends toasting one last time. Tired faces… but happy, and then I look at her.

At Clara, my wife, my wife.

The word still feels new, but not strange, it feels… right.

She’s laughing with someone, the bouquet already a little disheveled in her hands, a few loose strands escaping her updo. And I think something I didn’t expect to think.

This… This is home, not the place, not the walls, not the house. But this, her, us.

What we’re starting to build, a home that isn’t measured in square meters… but in what we decide to be, in what we’re going to create: a family.

The word settles firmly in my mind: family. And for the first time… it doesn’t feel distant.

It doesn’t feel like something that will happen “someday.” It feels… possible, real, even desired.

Children… The idea appears, and I don’t reject it.

I don’t avoid it; on the contrary… it stays, settles in, like a door that opens.

And I know something changed. Maybe it was my father’s speech, maybe it was this day, maybe it was everything together.

But something in me… aligned.

Because I no longer just want to build a company, I want to build this, I want to do it right.

Really.

Not to repeat what I’ve lived through, not to be that absent man. I want to be there, I want to see, I want to hear, I want that, if I ever have a child… He doesn’t have to guess if I love him.

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I want him to always know.

I take a deep breath and for a moment… Everything feels too perfect.

Too orderly, too… good. And there… Deep down… Something stirs.

A faint sensation, almost imperceptible, like an uneasy whisper.

A small tug in my chest.

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I frown slightly; it’s not pain. It’s not fear, of course, it’s… something strange. A bad feeling, perhaps. Something I can’t explain, as if a part of me were saying… “What if this doesn’t last?”

I close my eyes for a second and gently shake my head.

No, not today. Not now.

I exhale.

“You’re sabotaging this…”

I murmur to myself, because I recognize it. It’s that, that old habit.

That need to anticipate problems even when everything is fine.

I open my eyes, and I look at her again. At Clara… And that’s enough, because she’s real.

This moment is real, and I’m not going to taint it with doubts that don’t yet exist. I walk

toward her.

She turns as I approach, and smiles, that smile… The one that always disarms me.

“Shall we go?”

I ask her, and she nods.

Without hesitation.

“Yes…”

She takes my hand, and that simple gesture… Seals everything. We say goodbye.

Hugs, last words, glances filled with emotion, and then… We leave.

The night air welcomes us, fresh, calm. Different from the noise of a few hours ago.

We get into the car, and for a moment… We just look at each other, without speaking, without needing to.

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“Husband…”

She says, almost in a whisper.

I smile.

“Wife.”

I reply. And we both laugh, as if we still haven’t quite believed that word.

The path to our destination blurs, passing lights, shadows. But none of that matters.

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Because my attention is on her, on her hand intertwined with mine. On her head resting on my shoulder at some point along the way, on the peace she radiates.

We arrive, and when we are finally alone… Truly alone… The world disappears again.

No outfits, no guests, no expectations. Just us.

In an intimate, warm, real space.

I approach, slowly. As if I wanted to memorize every second, every gesture, every breath.

My hands find her face, and I kiss her.

Not hastily, not urgently. But intentionally.

With everything I didn’t say in words, with everything I feel.

She responds, she leans closer. And in that instant… I understand something with absolute clarity.

These… These are going to be the happiest days of my life, not because of the place, or the journey.

But not for this, for us. For what we’re starting, for what we’ve chosen to be.

I hug her and feel her stay, without reservations, without distance. And for the first time in a long time…

I’m not thinking about the future, nor about the past.

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