His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE DECISION

QUINN

It felt like the line had been drawn in that room. Not on the floor, but between two men who refused to step back.

Jasper stood on one side, a man who never valued what he had until it slipped through his fingers.

Morrison stood on the other, a man who didn’t want to love but to take.

He would never change, still the same man I knew and rejected; his character was awful then, and when Jasper came in, I could see the contrast.

A sweet, caring and almost obsessed man versus a possessive and dominant man.

Unfortunately for me, I had managed to trade one cage for another.

But the difference now? This time, I could see the bars clearly.

As they stood on their toes in the room, they didn’t ask me what I wanted, but decided. Like I was not in the room.

“Are you two done?”

That stopped them, not completely, but enough to make them turn and listen to the “Queen”, just like Morrison calls me.

“Quinn,” Jasper stepped forward, “don’t make this difficult.”

He lowered into a familiar tone, one he used when he expected compliance. “I am trying to fix this.”

Fix? What? The spilled milk or the already bulldozed house? As if I were a mistake he could correct, and what he broke hadn't shattered beyond repair.

“What exactly do you want to fix?” I asked calmly, “The divorce? Or your mistake?”

His jaw tightened. “This is not about that.”

I tilted my head slightly, “Then it is about what?”

He hesitated. The hesitation told me something. It was not about me but the child.

There were days I cried to sleep, wondering if Jasper had even loved me at first. He came as a very sweet man. But that reservation was there; I refused to see it. And now...

It is just a matter of time before I confirm whatever it is that pushed him to marry me.

“It is about control.” Morrison’s voice cut in.

“Stay out of this.” Jasper hurled.

“You keep saying that,” Morrison smiled, “but you haven't done anything to make it possible.”

The tension thickened again.

Jasper exhaled slowly, forcing himself back into composure before turning to me again.

“Quinn,” he said, softer now, “come back with me.”

That was a new one. A request and not a command. Screaming ulterior motive. That cannot be the Jasper I lived with for three years.

“Why?”

The one-word question was simple, but it dragged the truth out of him, piece by piece.

He hesitated.

“For the child,” he finally found his voice, “you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Yes. For the child, not me. Not because he wanted me or regretted his actions. He just wanted to take over the child as a responsibility.

“If she goes anywhere, it will not be with you,” Morrison said gently.

Jasper laughed. “And will it be with you?”

“Yes.”

Morrison didn’t hesitate. The confidence in his voice spoke volumes. Not loud but absolute.

Jasper took a step forward, his fists clenched. “You think because you came at a time things were not going right, you can play the saviour?”

“I am not saving her.”

What is this man up to?”

“I am just trying to make sure no one else ruins her.”

The words hung between them, dangerous and heavy. I already knew that Jasper was pissed off.

But for the fact that we were in a public space, he would have started breaking things.

He managed to control himself. “You do not even know her,” he retorted.

Morrison’s gaze slowly shifted back to me.

“Don’t I?”

I didn’t respond but stared at both. Whatever Morrison was up to was getting crazy. He seemed to be rotating both Jasper and me at his fingertips whenever he felt like.

The obvious mystery hung between us all. Each pretending not to know what is going on.

Jasper and Morrison were fighting each other because of the past, but they didn’t want me to know, so they kept it to themselves, hurling commands and threats.

Morrison and I were once a thing in the past, but we didn’t want to talk about it, so we just avoided it.

The circle of games rotated in the room.

“I am leaving.”

Both turned to me instantly. My words sounded decisive and final.

Jasper frowned, “You can’t leave in this condition—”

“I didn’t ask for permission or authentication.”

Morrison turned to me. “You are not staying here?”

“No.”

Jasper’s voice hardened. “Then you are coming with me.”

I ignored him and swung my legs off the bed. They both stood, watching and calculating. Waiting for my next words or actions.

I satisfied their curiosity.

“I am not going with either of you.”

The words landed with a tone of finality. And for the first time, neither of them had control.

Jasper blinked, “Quinn—”

“You are not in the position to be stubborn,” Morrison said, “you don’t want to collapse again on the street.”

A smile curved on my lips. There he was, playing the saviour. Just as Jasper rightfully pointed out.

“You both are overestimating your importance,” I said.

Neither of them spoke. Of course, the truth has a way of numbing people. I picked up my bag, slowly but precisely.

“This is my life,” I continued. “My child.”

I let my gaze settle on both of them, one after the other.

“And whatever happens next..”

I paused to let it sink.

“You don’t get to control it.”

I turned and walked away. Both followed me carefully and closely. Each trying to persuade me as to why I should stay or go with them. But I would not have that. I had made up my mind, and it was final.

As I walked towards the door and held the knob, Morrison’s voice rang.

“Quinn, walking away from both of us is not independence.”

Whatever bullshit that meant. Who told him I needed them to survive.

I turned back, looking deep into his eyes.

“I do not need you to survive.”

I paused to let it sink.

“I am never afraid of taking risks.”

And with that, I opened the door and stepped out. But the moment I was out, I felt it; this wasn’t freedom.

It was the beginning of something far more dangerous.