Luka was overcome with regret. He remembered how she had stayed by his bed late at night, her brows tightly furrowed. He remembered how she trembled with fear every time his heart ached. He remembered the day she miscarried, crying and calling him, only for him to hang up impatiently. He remembered the calm in her eyes when he pretended to be with Lucy—not indifference, but that she had never cared about him at all.
Every memory stabbed his heart deeper. He beat his own chest hard, hating his stupidity, hating his arrogance. "I was wrong, Anna... I was so wrong... I shouldn't have doubted you, shouldn't have hurt you, shouldn't have taken your care for granted..." He cried hysterically, tears and cold sweat soaking his hospital gown.
On the other side, without him, Anna's life only got b
