The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 438

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Chapter 344-rek to a Life (Don’t Remember

Chapter 344: Back to a Life I Don’t Remember.

Clara

The smell of the hospital still clings to my skin, my clothes, my thoughts.

It’s as if it doesn’t want to leave, as if it stayed with me even after I walked through those doors.

I take a deep breath as I walk slowly down the hallway, leaning lightly or my mother. It’s not that I can’t walk alone… it’s more of a strange feeling, as if my body still doesn’t quite trust itself, or maybe it’s me who doesn’t trust it.

“Be careful, honey,” my mother says softly.

I nod.

“I’m fine…” I murmur.

But I’m not, not entirely. Because there’s something inside me that doesn’t fit… Something I can’t quite

name.

We finally step outside, and the daylight gently touches my face. I blink a few times, as if I need to adjust to more than just the sun.

To reality, perhaps… And then I see him. Him, Ethan. He’s by the car, waiting.

He’s holding a bouquet of flowers, and my gaze lingers there first.

Not on his face, but on the flowers… Colorful tulips, beautiful. Too beautiful for what I’m feeling.

Then I look up, and our eyes meet.

He’s smiling, not a full smile. It’s… restrained, cautious.

As if he doesn’t know how much he can show. He approaches slowly.

“Hello…” he says.

His voice is soft, strangely soft, as if he’s speaking more quietly than usual.

“Hello…” I reply.

My voice sounds foreign, even to myself.

He extends the bouquet toward me.

“These are for you.”

I look at the flowers, hesitate for a second, but take them.

“Thank you…”

I don’t smile, not because I don’t want to. But because… it doesn’t come naturally.

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He nods, as if he understands, as if he’d expected it.

My mother watches the scene in silence, then intervenes.

“Well… we’d better go.”

Ethan nods immediately.

“Yes, of course.”

He goes ahead to open the back door of the car.

“Carefully.”

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My mother gets in first, then I do. Ethan closes the door carefully and walks around the car to get into the driver’s seat. The engine starts. And silence settles between us, as if it were something tangible.

I look out the window. The city is moving… People walking, cars passing, everything is the same.

Everything is normal… Except for me.

Undoubtedly, when these things happen, only the life of the person affected stops; everyone else’s lives go on, and I suppose that’s how it should be, right?

I feel his gaze, not constant, but intermittent.

As if he wants to see me… but not too closely, as if he’s measuring every second.

I try to ignore him, but I can’t.

“Are you okay?” he asks suddenly.

His voice breaks the silence gently.

“Yes…” I reply. “A little tired.”

He nods.

“That’s normal.”

Another pause.

“If you need to stop us at any point…”

“I’m fine.”

I interrupt him unintentionally, not abruptly, but firmly. I don’t want to stop.

I want this to end, I want to get there. Even though I don’t really know where I’m going.

The silence returns… it becomes more uncomfortable.

I look at the flowers in my hands, I run my fingers over one of the petals. They are soft, perfect.

But they don’t mean anything.

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And that… That makes me uncomfortable. Because they should. Shouldn’t they?

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My mother looks ahead, she doesn’t say anything, but her presence feels like a bridge. Like something that keeps this… going.

Ethan changes lanes, his hands firm on the steering wheel, but I notice something. His knuckles are tense.

As if every second were an effort.

I take a deep breath, trying to relax, trying to understand. But my mind keeps returning to the same point.

To the same question.

How could I have gone back to him?

I glance at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his profile serious, focused, familiar. But not close.

I look away; I don’t want to think that. But I do it again. This doesn’t feel like me.

My husband… The word feels… strange.

I look down at my hand, empty… No ring, no mark… no trace, just skin.

As if I’d never been there.

I swallow, feeling something in my chest, or is it pain? It’s… disconnection.

I look up again; he’s looking at me again. This time for a second longer.

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