The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 78

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Chapter 56: Stirring Fibers of My Heart.–1

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I’ve never seen her like this… Clara has always been a quiet woman, a woman who gives silence and peace… I have seen her upset without overflowing, I have seen her disappointed, I have seen her firm. cold, determined to leave my life.

But this… This is different, this is to see her as fragile.

Disoriented in her own apartment, as if the place she knew by heart no longer belonged to her.

As she tried to pack, I watched her silently for a moment. Moving without focus, opening the wrong drawers. Looking at the empty suitcase as if she didn’t know what to do with it, and then I remembered.

Another room, another time. Clara sitting on the edge of the bed, folding my shirts before a work trip, always anticipating, always organized.

“How many days will you be away this time?” she asked me.

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And I answered without looking up too much from the laptop.

She knew exactly what to pack, matching suits. Ties… The right charger.

Even that watch that I almost always forgot.

She never complained, she never made drama. She only did it, because that was how she was; present, attentive and now…

I saw her getting lost looking for her own identification.

I felt something uncomfortable in my chest, it wasn’t just sadness. It was guilt… Because for years she was the one who sustained. Who organized, who thought for both of us. And now that her world was falling apart…

I didn’t know how to hold her, when she told me “I’m not functioning.“, I wanted to tell her so many things.

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I wanted to tell her that she had always worked better than me in the important things. That her strength was not in the numbers, but in how she took care of everyone. Took care of me. But it was not the time for speeches, it was the time to act. And I know how to do that.

The hospital in her city smells different, older, heavier.

I walk next to her with the suitcase in one hand and the other ready in case it staggers again.

I don’t say anything, I don’t need to. When we enter, I see her tense up again.

Fear settles back in her back. Clara’s mother is in the hallway. Smaller than I remembered her, more

hunched over, more tired.

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When slic sees us. her eyes barely open, first she looks at Clara… Then to me.

She is surprised, it is obvious. But she does not ask, she does not question, she does not claim. Just nod her head.

I do the same.

“Madam,” I greet formally.

My voice comes out lower than usual, she holds my gaze a second longer than normal.

As if she were evaluating something. Then she looks back at her daughter, Clara runs to her and hugs her.

And that’s where I stay. A step back.

Always one step back, I hear her mother’s restrained crying.

I hear Clara’s broken whisper asking if he still…

I can’t quite hear the answer.

A nurse approaches.

“Is this the daughter?”

Clara nods.

“You can come in.”

I see her stiffening, her body wants to move forward. But her feet hesitate, it’s fear, pure fear.

Take one step, then another. And for a moment, she turns to look at me. She doesn’t say anything, but I see it.

That second of hesitation. That moment when she wants to be strong… but isn’t sure she can.

I want to go with her, I want to be there for her. I want to hold her hand when she sees her father. Because I was part of that family too.

I was there for birthdays, for Christmases. For long Sunday lunches, her father called me “son” more than once. And now he’s about to die. And I’m here… Without any real right.

“Only immediate family,” the nurse says when I try to move forward.

I stop, I nod.

Of course, I’m not family anymore. Clara comes in… The door closes and I stare at that fixed point, as if I could see right through it.

My chest tightens, not for myself. For her, because I know what’s on the other side.

I sit down in one of the chairs in the hallway, my hands clasped, useless. And I hate this feeling.

I’m a man who solves problems, who takes action, who finds solutions. But there’s no strategy for this.

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Lean’t negotiate with time, I can’t offer anything in return. I can’t protect her from the pain she’s experiencing right now behind that door. And that’s destroying me inside.

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Chapter 56: Stirring Fibers of My Heart.–2

I hear a muffled sob from the room, I don’t know if it’s Clara, I don’t know if it’s her mother.

I closed my eyes for a second.

I remember the man who shook my hand on my wedding day, I remember his serious look when he said, “Take care of her.” And I failed.

Maybe not as he would have imagined, but I failed. And now the only thing I can do… It’s being here.

When Clara goes out that door again, I don’t know what state she will be in.

I don’t know if she will be able to walk. I don’t know if she will break again. But I’m going to be standing. Ready to hold her, because, even if I am no longer her husband… Even if I don’t have that title anymore… There are things that do not disappear with a signature. I was part of her family. And now, I want to be one again.

And if today it is her turn to say goodbye to the man who taught her to walk… I’ll be here when her legs fail again. Even if I can’t do anything else, even if I feel completely helpless.

This time… I’m not leaving.

The door opens and I know it before I see it. I know it from the silence that comes out with her… A different, heavy silence… Definitive.

Clara appears on the threshold, and the world stops. Their eyes are red, not wet, not watery, red.

As if she had cried more than her body allows, her mouth trembles. She tries to stand upright. But she barely takes two steps out of the room and leans against the wall.

As if the legs were no longer her own, I stand up immediately. I don’t think, I don’t analyze.

I’m just going to her.

“Clara…”

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Her name comes out in a broken voice, she looks up at me. And in her eyes I see something I’ve never

seen before… Empty.

An emptiness that says it all, she tries to speak. Her lips move, but nothing comes out.

Not a word, not a sound. Air only. And then she breaks, walks towards me as best she can and clings to my shirt with both hands, desperately, as if she were drowning.

“Ethan…” she finally manages to say it, but it’s a broken whisper “I…”

She doesn’t finish, tears well up in her eyes. It’s not a restrained cry, it’s not elegant… It’s not silent.

It’s heart–wrenching.

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It’s the sound of someone who has just lost a part of themselves. I hug her tightly. With the whole body.

She buries her face in my chest and screams, yes. Scream. A sound that pierces me like a blade.

“No… no… no…”

She repeats the word as if she could change something. As if denying was enough to undo it.

My heart shrinks in a way I’ve never felt… Never.

I have faced bankruptcies, lawsuits. Betrayals.

Nothing compares to this.

To hold the woman you love while pain disarms her.

I feel how her body loses strength, her hands go limp. Her knees give out and before she hits the ground, I drop down with her.

I don’t try to hold her upright, I don’t force her to be strong. I kneel with her.

I feel her trembling against me, she is conscious. Her eyes open, but broken.

“He’s gone,” she manages to say between sobs. “Ethan… he left…”

That phrase breaks me. I don’t have the right words, they don’t exist.

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