Regret Too Late
The days that followed were empty. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work.
Every night, I dreamed of Anita walking away with our son while I ran after them, calling her name.
That’s when the truth finally hit me:
I had failed her — the woman who left everything behind for me, who promised to care for my family, who asked only for respect in return.
The price of my silence was losing both her and our child.
