His Regret: Silent Wife Rose To Revenge

New york

Nyxa~

THREE YEARS LATER

The plane had already landed by the time I had finally opened my eyes and instead of rushing to stand like everyone else around me, I stayed seated for a moment, taking in a deep breath. People were already pulling down their bags and moving into the aisle, but I just sat there, staring ahead, letting my thoughts sit quietly in my mind.

It had been three years.

Saying it like that still felt strange because it didn’t feel that long, yet at the same time, it felt like an entirely different life.

I eventually stood up and joined the line moving toward the exit, reaching for my bag and stepping out of the plane without rushing. When I entered the airport, the noise hit me first. It was loud, busy, and full of movement, but instead of overwhelming me, it felt oddly calming. The UK had been a far less crowded place and then, my eyes landed on the signboard.

Welcome to New York.

I slowed down slightly, staring at the sign for a moment before a small smile formed on my lips. It felt different seeing it now. The last time I left everything behind, escaping from hell.

Without thinking too much about it, I reached for my phone and dialed Leone’s number. The call rang for a while, but he didn’t pick up. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen briefly before letting out a quiet breath. That wasn’t surprising. If anything, it was expected.

“Still the same,” I muttered under my breath before slipping the phone back into my bag.

If he wasn’t going to pick up, then I would just go see him. That was simpler anyway.

As I made my way out of the airport and into a cab, my thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened over the last three years. The UK hadn’t been part of my original plan. When I left, I told myself I wasn’t going there for treatment. I had convinced myself that I had already made my decision, that I wasn’t going to fight something that felt bigger than me.

Looking back now, I could admit that I had been exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally. I was tired of carrying everything, tired of trying to fix things that were never mine to fix in the first place. That version of me wasn’t thinking clearly.

Being away from everything gave me something I hadn’t realized I needed. Space. Real space, where no one expected anything from me, where I wasn’t constantly reacting to someone else’s decisions or cleaning up after their mistakes. For the first time in years, I had the freedom to think about what I actually wanted.

And what I wanted was simple.

I wanted to live.

The doctors in the UK didn’t try to make it sound easy. They explained everything clearly, the risks, the process, the chances. It wasn’t comforting, but it was honest, and that was enough. I agreed to the treatment knowing exactly what I was getting into.

The first few months were rough. There was no way around that. My body reacted to everything, the medication, the procedures, the constant fatigue that made even small tasks feel like too much. There were days I couldn’t eat properly, days I couldn’t sleep, and days where I just lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering if I had made the right choice with the treatment and still having the baby as well.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t, because for the first time, I wasn’t doing something for anyone else. I wasn’t trying to prove anything, and I wasn’t trying to hold anything together. I was choosing myself, and that alone made it worth it.

Over time, things started to change. Slowly, but enough for me to notice. The treatments began to work, my body started responding better, and the doctors became less cautious with their words. It wasn’t immediate, and it wasn’t easy, but it was progress.

And then one day, after what felt like endless tests and waiting, they told me I was cancer-free and my baby was born in the perfect shape of health. I named her Liora.

My light. She was my world and she finally turned two this year but I didn't tell anyone. She was going to come with my best friend a week from now.

By the time the cab pulled up in front of Leone’s office building, I had already pushed those thoughts aside. I paid the driver and stepped out, looking up at the building for a moment before walking in.

I walked up to the reception desk, and the woman behind it looked up at me with a polite but slightly impatient expression.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I’m here to see Leone,” I said.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.”

Her expression shifted slightly, her tone becoming more formal. “Then you’ll need to schedule one.”

“I won’t,” I replied calmly. “Just tell him Nyxa is here.”

She hesitated for a moment, clearly not expecting that response, before picking up the phone. She spoke quietly, then nodded before hanging up.

“He’s in a meeting,” she said. “You can wait.”

“That’s fine,” I replied, moving to sit down.

Time passed slowly, but I didn’t mind. I had waited longer for things that mattered less. After a while, she stood up again and looked at me.

“He’s still busy,” she said. “You might want to come back later.”

“I’ll stay,” I replied simply.

She didn’t argue again, but the look she gave me made it clear she didn’t like that answer. I ignored it. A few more minutes passed before the office doors opened.

Leone walked out, speaking to someone behind him as he moved quickly, like he was heading somewhere. He didn’t notice me immediately, but the moment he did, he stopped.

Completely. For a second, he just stared at me like he wasn’t sure if I was actually there.

Then everything changed.

“Nyx?”

I stood up immediately, and before I could say anything, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me slightly off the ground like he needed to be sure I was real.

“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice filled with relief and disbelief.

I laughed softly, but it didn’t last because everything hit me at once. The past three years, everything I had gone through, everything I had survived.

“I did it,” I said, my voice breaking slightly as I held onto him tighter.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Did what?”

I smiled through the tears that had already started falling.

“I’m cancer-free.”