The regret
998 Words
It was morning and a new day. Aiden, who had left the house the night before, finally returned home.
He had walked away after rejecting Amelia, and she had accepted it without hesitation. He hadn’t expected her to, not that easily. But she surprised him. She didn’t fight. She let him go just like that.
A painful surge ran through his chest as he stood frozen at the entrance, staring into the house. The maids moved about silently, but none dared speak to him.
He could almost see Eva running into his arms like she always did when he came back from work. He closed his eyes, willing the image away, and forced himself inside. Slowly, he made his way up the stairs.
He passed Eva’s room and paused.
His hand hovered over the doorknob. For a moment, he hesitated but then, without thinking, he pushed the door open.
He stepped in, his eyes scanning the room. Everything was still in place. Her toys. Her bed. Her tiny shoes. Her books. A soft pink sweater lay folded at the edge of her pillow.
Tears welled in his eyes.
Eva had always been a daddy’s girl. Everything Aiden liked was what she loved. She was his little twin, the light of his life, and he had failed her.
She died eating food his own wife had prepared. The thought made him sick.
He crouched, picking up her sweater. He brought it close to his nose, inhaling the scent.
A sob escaped his throat, and he shut his eyes briefly, trying to block out the guilt tearing through him.
She was supposed to be the future Alpha. He and Amelia had stopped trying for more kids after the complications. Eva was his world.
Now she was gone.
He wiped his tears quickly and stood, exiting the room like a ghost, then stepped into the master bedroom.
The moment he opened the door, he froze.
The closet was wide open, Amelia’s side of the wardrobe was empty.
She was gone.
Reality crashed down on him like a wave. His chest tightened as he looked around the room, still soaked in her scent.
His wolf whimpered inside, broken, refusing to speak to him since the rejection. The pain was unbearable.
He collapsed onto the bed, dragging a hand through his hair.
Maybe it was for the best. After all… she killed Eva. Didn’t she?
He didn’t want to believe it, but everything pointed at her.
Amelia had cooked the meal that poisoned their daughter. No one else was around.
And Sofia… Sofia had been right all along. Amelia had sent men to kill her after they got married. She survived. Now she tried to kill their daughter and she didn’t.
He didn’t want to believe Sofia at first, but he had done some investigations and found out Amelia had sent money to a strange account when they got married.
He realized it was the payment for the men she sent to kill Sofia. He sighed.
At least it was over.
At least Amelia was gone.
He stood up, heading for the bathroom to wash off the grief, when a paper on the dresser caught his attention.
He picked it up. His heart dropped.
Divorce papers.
Her signature was clear. Final. She really left. She didn’t look back.
A loud growl escaped his throat, and he tore the document in half, then into shreds. His hands trembled with rage.
But something else caught his eye. Another paper sat beside it.
He reached for it, confused — and the moment he read it, his entire body froze.
It was a pregnancy test result.
Amelia was pregnant.
His breath caught in his throat. He just stood there, staring. His fingers tightened around the paper.
Amelia is pregnant. With his child.
His mind spun. She never told him.
But then he remembered, that night she decorated the room, the candles, the flowers, the excitement in her voice. She was trying to tell him.
He didn’t listen.
He rejected her.
He had thrown her out, broken her, thinking she murdered their daughter, while she carried their next child.
Aiden let out a shaky breath as guilt consumed him.
He pulled out his phone, immediately dialing James.
“Alpha?” came James’s voice on the other end.
“James,” Aiden’s voice cracked, “I need you to find my wife.”
There was a pause. “What wife, Alpha?”
“Amelia. My Luna.”
“You have to be joking, or drunk. Aiden, you rejected her.
You asked for a divorce. She’s gone.”
“I know,” Aiden said quickly. “I know… but I made a mistake. She’s pregnant, James. She’s carrying my baby.”
“What?” James sounded stunned.
“She never told me. And now she’s gone. I need you to find her. Please.”
“I don’t know where she went after she left, Aiden…”
“She can’t have gone far. She might be at her parents’ house. Send guards there. Inform the head of security. I want her found and safe.”
He ended the call and rushed out of the house.
Just as he stepped outside, he ran into Sofia.
“Aiden,” she blinked. “What are you doing? You left me alone at the hotel.”
“I’m sorry. This isn’t the time, Sofia. I have to find my wife.”
“Your wife? Amelia? You rejected her, remember?”
“I know. And I regret it. She’s pregnant.”
Sofia’s expression froze.
“She’s carrying my child,” Aiden said, brushing past her.
He jumped into his car and sped off.
Sofia stood rooted to the spot.
Amelia is pregnant?
No. That couldn’t happen. If Aiden found her, if the truth came out… Sofia would lose everything.
She pulled out her phone, fingers trembling with fury.
“Dante,” she said coldly into the phone. “I have a job for you.”
TBC
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