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Too Late, My Ex-Wife: Her Regret After Our Daughter's Death Chapter 10: My Writhed Flower
Nathan's POV:I did not move for a long time after the doctor left. Everything exactly the same. Except Lily was gone.The ward beside the waiting area had its curtain half open. I was not trying to look. I just looked.A man was sitting on the edge of a child's hospital bed. The girl on the bed was maybe six or seven, cheeks flushed pink from fever, a damp cloth on her forehead. She was whining in that particular way sick children had, not crying exactly, just existing loudly and without apology.Her father was trying not to smile."Listen," he said, tucking the blanket around her legs, "you get better. That is your one job right now. Just get better.""I do not want to get better I want to go home.""You can go home when the fever breaks.""That is taking forever.""It has been four hours.""That is forever when you are sick." She coughed dramatically. "I might die."He laughed. The easy laugh of a man who knew his daughter was not going anywhere. "You are not dying. You have a feve
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
Too Late, My Ex-Wife: Her Regret After Our Daughter's Death Chapter 9: Keep It
Third Person's POV:"Stay with me," Nathan was saying behind her. "Lily stay with me. We are almost there."The same words he had used before. In the same voice.Vivienne drove faster.She did not let herself think about the fact that she had been thirty minutes away for the last hour and a half. She did not let herself think about the verification check she had scheduled for this morning that she had postponed because Roman said there was no rush. She drove and she listened to Nathan's voice in the back seat saying her daughter's name over and over.Then her phone rang.Roman.She glanced at it on the seat beside her.It rang again.She answered on speaker. "Roman I cannot talk right now.""Vivienne." His voice was urgent and slightly breathless. "It is Leo. He was running on the stairs after you left and he fell. He is bleeding and I cannot get the bleeding to stop and I do not know what to do I do not know where the nearest hospital is from here I need you."Vivienne's hands tighte
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
Too Late, My Ex-Wife: Her Regret After Our Daughter's Death Chapter 8: The Wrong Kind of Cold
Third Person's POV:The amusement park had been Lily's idea, but she wasn't really there.Nathan could tell within the first ten minutes. She stood in front of the carousel and watched it turn without asking to get on. She held his hand and walked through the gates and looked at everything the way you look at things when your eyes are working but your mind is somewhere else entirely."Want to try the swings?" he asked."Maybe in a bit," she said.She'd said that three times already. About the swings. About the spinning teacups she'd talked about for two weeks last summer. About the small roller coaster at the far end she'd circled on a hand-drawn map at age five and pinned to her bedroom wall.Her face was pale. Not the pale of a child who hadn't slept well. The other kind.Nathan crouched in front of her near a bench by the fountain. "Lily. Talk to me. How are you feeling."She looked at him, then past him, at the carousel still turning."A little tired," she said. "But I'm okay."Sh
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
Too Late, My Ex-Wife: Her Regret After Our Daughter's Death Chapter 7: Her Home
Third Person's POV:Lily hadn't moved from the hallway. Roman's son stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her with the particular satisfaction of a child who understood exactly what was happening even if the adults pretended otherwise.Then Lily looked up."This is my home," she said quietly. Not angry. Just stating something she needed said out loud. "It's my birthday tomorrow. Why do I have to be the one who leaves?"The hallway went very still.Roman's son stared at her for exactly one second. Then his face collapsed."She's bullying me," he said, voice breaking on the last word with practiced precision. "She's bullying me because I don't have a mother. Everyone always does that. They say things like that because they know I don't have anyone to defend me."He pressed his hands against his eyes.Vivienne crossed to him immediately, crouched down, both hands on his shoulders. "Hey, hey, look at me," she said, in the voice she kept just for him. The soft one. The careful one.
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
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