Remorse

Summary

During the seventh month of my pregnancy, I discovered that Keanu had acquired a close female confidante.

They shared everything. Their chemistry was effortless, an unspoken rhythm that seemed to bridge their every gap. Every single day, Keanu bought two bouquets of flowers, one for me, and one for her.

Yet, he never crossed the line.

That was until she sent him a message: If you had met me first, would you have married me?

Keanu never replied. But he stood on our balcony and smoked through the entire night.

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