Too Late for Regret:My Ex-Husband Are Trying to Win Me Back novel Chapter 13

The prison warden's words echoed endlessly in Zachary's mind.

"After the second appeal failed, Mr. Sterling took his own life in prison. He said he was getting old and didn't want to keep dragging his daughter down. Mr. Wright, we tried to contact you at the time, but we couldn't reach you. That's why we informed Mrs. Wright instead. Didn't she tell you?"

Each sentence pierced his chest like a small, sharpened blade. The pain was unbearable.

He had personally sent William to prison, but he had consoled himself with promises that after five years, he would bring him home and ensure the old man lived out his days in comfort. He believed Lynette would eventually forget the pain.

But he had miscalculated. William never lived to see freedom, and Lynette never gave him another chance.

Rain poured suddenly from the sky, drenching him. His face was soaked, indistinguishable between rain and tears. The low, broken sounds of his sobbing were swallowed by the storm—just as Lynette's suffering had been swallowed by darkness, unseen by anyone.

Zachary didn't know how he made it home. The moment he stepped inside, he went straight upstairs, into Lynette's room.

It had been unoccupied for days, and a faint musty smell lingered in the air.

The wardrobe, the bedside table—everything had been cleared. Every trace of her was erased, as though she had never lived there at all.

His heart felt torn apart, pain closing in from all sides, suffocating him.

On the vanity sat a bouquet—the roses he had given her. Wilted now, petals shriveled and falling, drained of all life.

They reminded him of Lynette herself.

After the day he sent her father to prison, she had withered too. She smiled less, spoke less, and ate less.

He couldn't remember the last time they had shared a proper meal. Halfway through dinner, he was always called away. At first, she would still say something. Later, she stopped. In the past year, she hadn't even bothered asking the staff to prepare his dinner—she already knew he wouldn't come home.

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