The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 413

Chapter 322: It’s Not My Fault.

Vanessa

It wasn’t like this, no… not exactly.

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I repeat this to myself as I drive, while the city lights pass before me like blurry lines I can’t quite process. My hands remain firm on the steering wheel, but something is different now.

It’s not fear, it’s not regret. It’s… something else, something I can’t quite narne.

“I didn’t want it to happen like this…” I murmur, almost voiceless.

And it’s true. But it’s also a lie… Because I planned it.

Every second, every movement, every turn.

Nothing was accidental, nothing was a mistake. I knew exactly what I was doing, I knew exactly how to do it. And, above all… I knew how to get out unscathed.

I grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

My mind inevitably returns to that moment.

To the road, to her car in front of me, to the exact distance, to the right speed

It wasn’t luck, it never is.

First, I followed her. Just like I had the previous days. Learning her thythm her driving style, the small lapses anyone would make, but which in her case were already part of a pattern.

Clara trusts too much-the road, other people, life itself.

And that makes her vulnerable. I don’t. I never trust.

That’s why I calculated everything.

The exact point where traffic thins out, where cars pick up speed, where unexpected braking triggers a

chain reaction.

I knew I couldn’t do it in a congested area. Too many witnesses, too many variables. Nor on a completely empty street. There wouldn’t be an “accident,” only intent.

I needed balance, and I found it.

I take a deep breath, but the air feels heavy. I remember how I accelerated to pass her. Naturally. Without any sudden movements. Like any other impatient driver. No one would suspect that.

I positioned rnyself in front of her, gauged the distance. Counted the seconds

One, two, three, And then… I braked.

Not enough to look like an attack, but enough to force her to react.

Chapter 322-t’s Not My Fault

I saw her reflection in the rearview mirror, that slight confusion. That slight delay.

And I knew there was no going back, but the most important thing wasn’t her.

It was the other car, it was always the other car, from the beginning.

I saw it earlier, much earlier. When it was further back, going faster.

That was the real impact, the one that couldn’t miss. I was just… the trigger.

I brake again, a little harder. And then it all happens.

The first impact isn’t mine. It’s from behind, and in that instant, everything connects.

She loses control, she’s pushed. And she crashes into me.

I close my eyes for a second while I drive, I can see it again.

The sound, the movement. Her head shaking, the chaos.

“No…” I whisper.

My fingers tense up. It wasn’t like this. It shouldn’t look like this. It shouldn’t feel like this.

But… It had to happen.

I open my eyes again. The road is still in front of me, but I’m not there anymore

I’m in that moment, again, observing… without intervening, without helping. Just watching.

Because that’s what I had to do: get out, leave.

Not stay, not get involved. And I did it perfectly.

I released the brake at the exact moment.

I accelerated without drawing attention, I moved out of the way.

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As if nothing had happened, as if I were just another driver, as I knew nothing… As if I hadn’t been there.

And nobody noticed. Nobody could notice.

Because I left no room for error, because I thought of everything. Even myself, always myself.

My safety, my escape, my alibi. Everything.

Nothing could go wrong, and yet… I press my

lips together.

There’s an image I can’t erase, just one, for a second… Just one.

Her hands moving… Lowering, protecting her stomach.

I swallow.

“No…” I repeat, more quietly.

Chapter 322 Not My Fault

Phadn’t foreseen that, or maybe I had And I decided to ignore it.

My Breathing becomes a little more irregular, but only a little.

Not enough, I don’t let it grow. I don’t let it take over.

Because if it does… If I let it in… Then I would have to accept something I don’t want.

Something I don’t need, something that’s useless, something that changes nothing.

Because this… It’s over. And there’s no going back.

I straighten my back, fix my gaze straight ahead.

“It wasn’t my fault…” I say, though it sounds more like a question than a statement.

Silence.

The inside of the car

“She was there…”

My hands slow

“Everyone ta up. “I just…

That’s it,

Clean

closed in, denser.

nly a matter of time.”

again.

lay…” I continue, as if I need to construct a version of events that will hold

on.”

I didn’t touch her, I didn’t hit her directly.

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