Chapter 6
Caspian just stood there, frozen.
It took him a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
“What did you just say?”
The assistant didn’t dare repeat himself. Instead, he pulled out his phone and played the video.
The screen lit up with a dark ocean, waves crashing against the shore. The timestamp read just past midnight.
I stood at the edge of the water, arms outstretched, before jumping into the waves with a look of complete despair.
It had been accidentally captured by a photographer who was shooting the seascape.
“NO…No fucking way. That can’t be Loviisa!”
Caspian staggered backward.
In the video, I had looked back once before jumping.
That single glance was all it took for Caspian to recognize me.
My death became trending news.
Everyone expressed their shock and sympathy, lamenting how I’d died so young, never getting to enjoy my life of luxury.
Only Caspian refused to believe I was dead.
Even when Romana went to claim my body, he refused to accept it.
On the day of my memorial, Caspian got completely wasted in our bedroom.
Romana found him in our bedroom, surrounded by empty bottles, the stench of whiskey thick in the air.
“Caspian, today is Loviisa’s service. You should at least go see her one last time.”
At the mention of my name, Caspian lurched up like a rabid animal.
“She’s not dead! Loviisa isn’t fucking dead! You’re lying–you’re all lying! Do you think this is funny?
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When Regrets Set He Froo
Chapter 6
Huh? Do you?!”
His eyes were bloodshot as he stumbled toward the living room.
“She’s not dead… She was supposed to make me honey lemon tea.”
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During our seven years of marriage, whenever Caspian came home drunk from business dinners, I’d prepare my specialhoney–lemon tea and spoon–feed it to him.
Romana watched him break, her own grief twisting into fury.
Then she slapped him across the face.
“You fucking bastard! Where was this regret when she was still alive?!”
“Yeah… why didn’t I love her when I had the chance?”
He mumbled, voice distant, lost in memories.
