His Regret: Silent Wife Rose To Revenge

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She stared at me with a shocked expression and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. Was she so stupid that she couldn't see the sort of problems she always brought around?

“Well, look who had the audacity to finally talk back” she sneered as she got up from her chair. Finally, her real colours were out.

“Took you long enough. That act you kept up with Vaughn was always so irritating to watch.”

She smirked and walked even closer to me with a grin on her face till she was inches within my face and whispered, “I'm going to make you life a f*****g hell till you leave my man for me, b***h!”

I leaned back and grinned at her, “I don't feel like it darling. Now, If you please, step the f**k out of my office as I have a lot to do and you're being such an eyesore.”

She frowned at me and without saying another word, stomped out of my office.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish” I muttered to myself, turning to face the pile of work that was stacked in front of me.

****

Soon enough, I was done with everything I had set myself to finish up. I had to go see the doctor and discuss treatment methods properly and see mother.

My phone buzzed and I saw my father's caller ID flash on my screen. He really wasn't expecting me to pick up was he? I ignored the call and was packing up my back when there was a soft knock on my door and my assistant’s head peeked through.

“Ma'am. You have someone here to see you.”

“Send them in.” I said without a second thought. It must have been a client or some paperwork that needed signing.

A few seconds later, I heard the faint shuffle of her steps before the door opened and closed again. The door slammed open not long after, the sound sharp enough to break through the calm in the office.

I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Only one person in this building lacked that much restraint.

“Nyxa!” Vaughn’s voice came out sharp, already laced with anger as he strode in. “Why were you speaking to Elena like that?”

I glanced up slowly, my expression calm despite the way he had just barged in like he owned the place.

Which, technically, he did.

Still didn’t mean I had to tolerate it.

“Why are you talking strangely?” I asked, my tone even, almost mildly curious as if I didn’t understand what he was so worked up about. That only seemed to make him angrier.

“What is wrong with you lately?” he snapped, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea how you sounded just now?”

I closed the file in front of me, already losing interest in the conversation.

“I am busy,” I said simply, standing up from my seat. “Stay out of my way.”

I moved to walk past him, not even sparing him another glance, but he stepped forward, blocking my path before I could reach the door.

Of course he did.

“If you don’t stop acting stupidly towards Elena,” he said, his tone dropping into something more controlled but no less threatening, “I won’t renew the contract.”

That made me pause.

For just a second.

Then I turned to look at him, a slow smirk forming on my lips as the words settled in.

“Even better.”

And with that, I walked past him and out of the office. I had no time to deal with his bullshit.

***

The hospital smelled the same as always. Clean. Cold. Suffocating.

I sat across from the doctor, my hands resting quietly on my lap as I waited for her to speak. There was a file in her hands, one she had been going through for the past few minutes, and the longer the silence stretched, the more I could already tell that whatever she was about to say wouldn’t be simple.

“Nyxa” she finally began, her tone careful, measured.

I didn’t like that tone.

It was the kind people used when they were about to ruin your life.

“Just say it,” I replied, my voice calm.

She looked at me for a moment before nodding slightly. She continued speaking, explaining the stage, the treatment options, the urgency, but most of it blurred together. Words, terms, procedures, it all sounded distant, like it wasn’t happening to me.

“And there’s something else,” she added after a brief pause.

That caught my attention.

I looked at her properly this time.

“You’re about three weeks pregnant.”

For the first time since I walked in, something cracked.

“…What?”

Her expression softened slightly. “It’s very early, but yes. About three weeks.”

Pregnant.

The word echoed in my head, louder than everything else she had said. I let out a small, shaky breath, my fingers curling slightly against my lap as the weight of it all came crashing down at once.

Cancer.

Pregnancy both at the same time.

“How…” I started, but the question died in my throat. It didn’t matter how. I already knew.

She continued gently, “If you decide to keep the pregnancy, we’ll have to be very careful. Chemotherapy and radiotherapy can harm the baby significantly. For now, we can start you on medication to help manage the pain, but delaying treatment comes with its own risks.”

That was it then.

A choice or at least, something that looked like one.

My vision blurred suddenly, and before I could stop it, tears slipped down my cheeks.

So this was how it felt.

A quiet sob escaped me, my shoulders shaking slightly as everything I had been holding in came pouring out at once. The anger, the exhaustion, the betrayal, and now this…

The doctor moved closer and pulled me into a gentle hug, her hand resting on my back as if trying to steady me.

“It’s alright,” she said softly. “Take your time.”

I cried.

“I’ll be on medication for now,” I said, my voice still slightly unsteady but firm enough. “In a few weeks, I’ll come in for chemotherapy.”

The doctor hesitated slightly, watching me carefully.

“And the pregnancy?” she asked gently.

I held her gaze for a second before answering.

“I’ll have an abortion.”

The words felt heavy, but they came out without hesitation.

“There’s no way I can carry the baby to term.”

She sighed softly, her expression filled with concern. “If you wait too long, it might not be that simple anymore.”

A small, sad smile formed on my lips.

“Oh, don’t worry.”

That was all I said.

There was nothing else to explain.

“I’d like to see my mother,” I added after a moment.

She nodded. “Of course."