The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 450

Chapter 350: I Am Alone.

Clara

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting on the bed. I lost track of time since I arrived at this house… this mansion, this place that’s supposed to be my home.

My home.

The word still feels strange.

I look around once more. The room is beautiful, it always has been.

I remember perfectly what it looked like before. I remember when Ethan and I lived here during our first marriage.

I remember some decorations, things I chose… that I, that I…

I shook my head. That doesn’t help at all.

But I also see different things, small changes, details I don’t recognize.

A different painting, a new lamp. Some photographs, objects that should be familiar. And yet … they aren’t.

It’s like walking into a house you once knew and discovering that someone transformed it while you were asleep. And the worst part… that someone was me.

Me… But I can’t remember.

Looking down at my hands, I still can’t quite believe everything they’ve told me.

My company, the expansion… The projects, Boston, the awards, the reconciliation with Ethan.

The wedding… The honeymoon. Trying to have a child.

My throat tightens. No, I can’t think about that. Not yet.

The door opens softly. I lift my head. It’s my mother. And as soon as I see her enter, I feel

relief.

As if she’s the only person I know in the midst of all this chaos.

She smiles at me, but her eyes look different, sad, too sad. And then I understand.

My heart skips a beat.

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“You’re leaving.”

She’s silent for a few seconds, then nods.

“Yes, darling.”

My chest tightens.

“No. No”

The words spill out before I can stop them.

“No.”

My mother comes closer.

“Clara…”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

My voice starts to break.

“I don’t want to stay here.”

She sighs.

She sits down next to me.

“My love…”

“I don’t want to stay here with him.”

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For the first time, I say it out loud, and I feel terrible. Because Ethan hasn’t treated me badly, quite the opposite, he’s been patient, kind, careful, even too much so. But that doesn’t change

anything.

It doesn’t change what I feel, or rather… what I don’t feel.

My mother takes my hand.

“I know.”

“No, Mom, you don’t.”

Tears begin to well up in my eyes.

“I woke up in a hospital. They told me I was in an accident. They told me Dad died. They told

me I got married again. They told me I have a life I don’t remember…”

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My breathing becomes ragged.

“And now they want me to live here as if nothing ever happened.”

My mother hugs me, and for a moment I feel small again.

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Like when I was a child, like when Dad was still alive… Like when the world made sense.

“I don’t want to stay here.”

I repeat.

“I’m scared.”

She closes her eyes, and I feel her squeeze me a little tighter.

“I know.”

We stay like that for a few seconds, maybe minutes. I’m not sure.

Until she finally pulls away, then takes my face in her hands and makes me look at her.

Her eyes are moist, but also steady. Very steady.

“Listen to me carefully.”

I nod slowly.

“You’re not alone.”

My throat closes.

“Mom…”

“You’re not alone.”

She repeats.

“Even if you feel like you are now, even if all of this seems strange… Even if you’re scared.”

Her fingers caress my cheeks.

“You’re not alone.”

I want to believe her, I really do. But it’s difficult, very difficult.

Then she turns her head slightly, looks toward the door, and I follow her gaze. Ethan is there.

I don’t know how long he’s been watching; maybe he arrived a moment ago, maybe he heard

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everything.

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His expression breaks my heart a little because he seems to be suffering, suffering a lot.

My mother looks at him, then looks back at me.

“He’s with you.”

My body tenses.

“Mom…”

“He is.”

Her voice is firm.

“And I know you can’t understand right now, I know you don’t remember what you went through… I know you’re confused.”

My gaze shifts to Ethan. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t intervene… or try to convince me.

He simply remains there, waiting.

“But he loves you.”

I close my eyes.

No, I don’t want to hear that. Because every time someone says it… I feel worse.

Because I don’t know what to do with this love, I don’t know how to reciprocate something I

don’t remember.

I don’t know how to look at a man who looks at me like that, as if I were his whole world.

And feel nothing of the sort.

“Mom… Give me time.”

I beg her.

“Just give me more time.”

She smiles sadly.

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