Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 135

POV: Damian

Her words were a physical assault, a barrage of brutal truths that beat back my pathetic, fledgling hope until it was nothing but a dying ember. I staggered backward, my mind reeling, unable to form a defense against the litany of my own sins.

"That... that was because I was hurt," I stammered, my voice weak, the excuse sounding flimsy and pathetic even to my own ears. "I was angry. I was consumed by jealousy. I thought you... I didn't know how to handle it. But it was a mistake, Sera. A terrible mistake. I can fix it. I can make amends. Whatever it takes. I will do anything if you just give me the chance to prove it to you."

I was still clinging to that last, desperate fantasy. The fantasy that this was all a wound that could be healed, a debt that could be repaid. I still believed, in my abject foolishness, that there was a price I could pay that would buy back what I had thrown away.

Seraphina stared at me. The wild, hysterical rage in her eyes was gone. The torrent of pain had passed. All that remained was a vast, empty calm. A stillness that was more terrifying than any storm. Her gaze was filled with a final, absolute, and almost tender pity, the kind a merciful god might grant a sinner just before casting them into eternal damnation.

She took a slow, deliberate breath.

"And how, exactly," she asked, her voice a near-whisper, but each word was imbued with a chilling, surgical precision, "do you intend to make amends for the child?"

The word hung in the air between us, heavy and cold as a tombstone.

"The child you let me lose," she continued, her voice never rising, never breaking. "The one you sentenced to death with your own indifference. While I was in our bed, bleeding, poisoned by Sylvie's herbs, in an agony you cannot possibly imagine, do you remember what you said? Do you remember your exact words to the servant who came to fetch you?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She knew I didn't remember.

"You said, 'Find a doctor to handle it. Just don't let her die.' That's all. Not a question about what was wrong. Not a shred of concern. Just... an inconvenience to be handled. A mess to be cleaned up."

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