The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 395

Chapter 304 A Disaster

Chapter 304: A Disaster.

Vanessa

-25 Ponty

The silence in my apartment isn’t silence, it’s noise, the noise of thoughts that won’t shut up.

The noise of everything I avoid facing.

I’m sitting on the floor, my back against the sofa, an empty glass in my hand that I can’t remember when I stopped drinking from.

I look ahead, but I’m not here. I’m there, in that moment, on that day… In Alexander’s

apartment.

The suitcases, the sound of the zipper closing. The way he moved… without hesitation,

without doubt.

As if he had already decided everything long before I arrived, as if leaving… were so easy.

I squeeze the glass a little between my fingers.

“How do you…?”

I murmur, without realizing it, my voice sounds foreign.

“How do you just… leave?”

I close my eyes for a second, I remember his tone. His indifference, the way he cuts everything off as if nothing weighed on him.

I swallow.

“Where does that strength come from…?”

I open my eyes, staring into nothingness. And something in my chest tightens.

“I don’t think everyone has it…”

say, almost in a whisper.

My gaze drops to my hands, to my fingers, to that empty space on my ring finger.

I run my thumb over it, as if trying to feel something that isn’t there.

“Am I the only woman who can’t leave a place where she’s not okay…?”

A bitter laugh escapes me.

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“Or maybe…

I shake my head gently.

Maybe I’m a masochist.”

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The silence returns, heavy, uncomfortable, real. I swallow hard, my throat feels dry, my eyes burning again.

“Why is it so hard for me…?”

I whisper, because I don’t understand. I really don’t understand.

I just want something simple, something that seems so normal to everyone.

I just want a relationship…”

My voice cracks slightly.

“I want a man…”

I close my eyes.

“Someone with me.”

Someone to make plans with… Projects… A family.

I press my lips together.

“I want one…”

I take a deep breath, and there comes the truth. The one I always avoid saying out loud.

“But unfortunately…”

I open my eyes.

“The man I want…”

A painful pause.

“He doesn’t want me.”

The silence grows heavier. And then…

The sound at the door makes me open my eyes abruptly; I blink, confused.

I’m not expecting anyone, I don’t want to see anyone.

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Another knock… More insistent, and I get up slowly.

My body feels heavy. I walk to the door. And when I open it… The world stops for a second.

“Dad…?”

My eyes widen, surprise hits me.

“What are you doing here?”

He looks at me seriously… As always, but there’s something more, annoyance, worry.

“Your mother is worried.”

His voice is firm, direct.

“She’s been calling you for days and doesn’t know where the hell you are.”

I swallow hard, I don’t answer.

“You made me travel from an important meeting to come and see if you’re at least still breathing.”

Instinctively, I grab the door, as if I want to stop him from coming in.

I don’t want him to see, not like this.

“I’m fine…”

I say, quickly. Too quickly, but he doesn’t stop.

He pushes the door open and comes in. I try to resist for a second, but I don’t have the strength.

Not really.

The door opens completely, and then… He sees it, the mess.

Empty bottles, glasses on the table. Clothes strewn about, the disarray, the chaos, my chaos.

My life… Reflected in every corner.

My father remains silent, takes a couple of steps, observes slowly, meticulously, and then…

He sighs.

A heavy, heavy sigh. And when he looks at me… I know.

He doesn’t need to say anything, because in that look… There are more than a thousand

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words.

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My father looks at me, and it’s not just any look. It’s one of those looks that disarms you without touching you.

One of those looks that doesn’t need shouting… because it already says enough.

I feel the weight in my chest before he says a single word.

“I see you…” he says finally, “and all I can say is that this is a mess.”

I lower my gaze, I don’t answer. I have nothing to defend myself with, because he’s right. And that… hurts more than anything else.

I hear his footsteps moving through the apartment, slow and heavy. As if everything he sees confirms what he already thinks of me.

“Pack your things.”

I look up abruptly.

“It’s best if you leave.”

I frown.

“Stay with your mother for a few days.”

I shake my head gently, wordlessly.

“I don’t want to leave.”

I blink; my mind takes a second to process it.

“What did you say…?”

My voice comes out low, broken. He turns to me, not softening at all.

“I don’t want to… leave.”

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