Chapter 150 Your Regrets Are Your Business
Lysander remained silent.
Josiah didn’t say a word either.
Daphne held her phone, not daring to utter a single word.
Within the vast room, the only sound was the whistling wind echoing from the telephone.
After a long while, the somewhat choked voice of Josiah was finally heard.
“I let my grandmother down. The last time we were at the resort, my mother had a hypertension crisis. Her interference almost delayed the emergency treatment. That should have been a wake–up call for me, but I never imagined she would dare to cause such a scene in front of my grandmother. And my grandmother, she didn’t even get to finish her last words… Also, the children… Our children… I had everything. a gentle wife, a warm home, and an unborn child. But now, Lysander, every time I see other people’s children, it feels like my heart has been brutally stabbed… Why has it come to this? I really… I’m filled with regret… Lysander…” his voice was hoarse and deep, yet it seemed to carry a plea. “If I were to now…”
Lysander interrupted him coldly, “Josiah, there’s no such thing as ‘if‘ in this world.”
Josiah said nothing.
“If you’re feeling regretful, then that’s on you. We’re divorced now, we’re simply strangers. The last time you got drunk and acted out, I could forgive you once. However, I owe you nothing. I won’t use my life to fix your mistakes. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I understand, but…….
“There are no ‘buts,” Lysander said. “Before we decided to divorce, I gave you numerous chances. It was you who made the choice, her over me. Have you forgotten?”
Josiah didn’t say anything.
“So, you regret it now, and what? Should I be overwhelmed with gratitude and welcome back the prodigal son? Josiah, what do you tal
me for? Before, you treated me as a substitute for Lysanne, and now, what? You
see me as a backup?”
Still, Josiah remained silent.
“We’ve lived together for three years, and I was oblivious to your affair with Lysander before. However, now that I know, do you really think I’m the kind of woman who can’t survive without you?”
After a lengthy hesitation, Josiah perhaps realized his audacity and let out a heavy sigh. “Of course, you’re
not
Lysander said. “I didn’t want to put it so harshly. We’ve parted ways, and we should just move on. Josiah, if you could have continued to love Lysander with all your heart for a hundred years, I might have seen you as a man of deep affection. However, what does it mean now that you tell me you regret it?”
No words parted from Josiah’s lips.
“I had it all planned out. Your mother was admitted to our hospital. She’s a wonderful person and has always treated me well. I intended to ask my colleagues to take extra care of her. We could’ve occasionally bumped into each other and greeted each other politely and calmly. We could’ve maintained our civility! Did you really have to shatter this delicate balance? Are you only satisfied when we’re at odds, treating each other like enemies whenever we meet?”
“I’m sorry