The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 80

Chapter 58 Wasn’t Alano

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“What?” I asked, because my mind was slow to process.

“Everything,” he clarified. The procedures, the funeral home, the transfer, whatever is necessary. You don’t have to worry about that now.”

My mother looked at him as if she barely recognized him, but in her eyes I saw something I hadn’t seen since we arrived, relief.

I watched him in silence, there was no arrogance in his tone. There was no protagonism.

Decision only.

“Ethan,” I murmured.

“Clara,” he said with gentle firmness. “Let me do it.”

And at another time perhaps I would have argued. I would have said that it was not his responsibility, that

it was no longer his obligation, that I should not carry something that belonged to my family. But at that moment I was not in a position to question anything. I just knew that I couldn’t, and that he could.

My eyes filled with tears again, but this time not just in pain.

There was gratitude, a deep, silent gratitude.

I nodded. Not because I was delegating something small, but because I was entrusting him with one of the most vulnerable moments of my life.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

It was not a light word. It was all I could say without breaking down again.

He nodded barely, as if he didn’t need recognition.

Then he moved with that efficiency that has always characterized him. He spoke to hospital staff, asked for documents, made calls. His voice was respectful, firm, clear, I watched as he took control of a situation that was getting the better of me.

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And for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt like I could breathe without feeling like the world was completely falling apart.

I sat next to my mother and hugged her. Ethan went back and forth, organizing, solving, making sure nothing was missing.

He wasn’t running away, he wasn’t distant. It was there… Present.

Holding what we couldn’t sustain.

I looked at him in the distance and a truth settled in my chest with painful clarity, he was no longer my husband, but he was still my home in the midst of the chaos.

I rested my head on my mother’s shoulder as she silently wept. I cried too.

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