My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 35

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35 A Child’s Gaze, A Mother’s Heartache

35 A Child’s Gaze, A Mother’s Heartache

Elara’s POV

I clutched the shower curtain tighter, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Damien, I’m

in the shower!”

His silhouette remained motionless for a moment before he spoke. “I brought you fresh towels.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “Didn’t realize you were in here.”

He placed them on the counter and left without another word, closing the door behind him. I released the breath I’d been holding and stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. My hands trembled slightly.

After changing into my pajamas, I tiptoed back into Coco’s room. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I pressed my hand against her forehead -cooler now, thankfully. The medicine was working.

I slipped under the covers beside her, careful not to wake her. The twin bed wasn’t meant for two people, but I didn’t mind. I’d sleep on the floor if it meant being close to my daughter when she needed me.

Sleep eluded me as my mind raced with thoughts of the preserved bedroom, Damien’s sudden appearance at my door, and his continued silence about Vivienne. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I drifted off.

Morning arrived too quickly. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in soft golden hues. Coco stirred beside me, her fever completely gone.

“Mommy?” she mumbled sleepily.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” I smoothed her hair back from her face. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” She yawned, stretching her small arms above her head. “Can I have pancakes?”

I smiled, relieved by her appetite. “Of course. Let’s get you dressed first.”

After helping her into a fresh set of clothes, I headed downstairs to prepare breakfast. The kitchen was empty-no sign of Damien. Perhaps he’d already left for work.

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I found eggs, flour, and milk in their usual places. Nothing had changed here either. I mixed the batter while Coco set the table, placing three plates down automatically.

“Is Daddy eating with us?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, sweetie. He might already be at work.”

Just as the words left my mouth, footsteps sounded behind us. Damien entered the kitchen, dressed in a crisp charcoal suit. His hair was still damp from the shower, and the familiar scent of his cologne wafted through the air.

“Good morning,” he said, his gaze moving between us before settling on Coco. “Feeling better, princess?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Mommy’s making pancakes!”

I kept my focus on the stove, flipping a perfectly golden pancake onto a plate. “There’s coffee in the pot if you want some.”

He poured himself a cup without responding. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.

Breakfast passed in much the same way. Coco chatted happily, oblivious to the tension between her parents. I answered her questions and smiled at her stories, while Damien checked his phone between bites.

After finishing my last pancake, I stood and collected the plates. “I should be going. I

have a meeting at ten.”

“But it’s Saturday,” Coco protested, grabbing my hand. “Can’t you stay longer?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I knelt beside her chair. “I have an important meeting I can’t miss. But I’ll see you soon, okay? Maybe we can go to the park tomorrow.”

Her lower lip trembled slightly. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I kissed her forehead and stood up. “Let me clean up first.”

“I’ll handle it,” Damien said unexpectedly, rising from his chair. “You should get going if you have a meeting.”

I hesitated, surprised by the offer, “Thank you.”

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I hugged Coco once more, breathing in her sweet scent, before gathering my purse and heading for the door. Damien followed me into the hallway.

“Thank you for staying with her,” he said, his voice low. “She needed you.”

I nodded, unsure how to respond. “She’s my daughter. I’ll always be there when she

needs me.”

Without waiting for his reply, I walked out, closing the door softly behind me.

Later that afternoon, my phone rang as I was reviewing some files for YodaVision. It was Clara Hayes, my neighbor.

“Elara, I hate to ask, but could you possibly take Lily to kindergarten on Monday? I have an early meeting I can’t reschedule.”

“Of course,” I replied without hesitation. Clara had helped me numerous times in the past. “What time?”

“Eight would be perfect. Thank you so much!”

Monday morning arrived, and I found myself driving to school with an excited five-year-old beside me. Lily chattered non-stop about her friends and the art project they were working on.

“Miss Thompson says mine is the best because I used all the colors,” she informed me proudly.

I smiled at her enthusiasm. “I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

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