Too Late My Ex-Wife’s Regret After My Death

"At your age, still lying like that, how are you this shameless?" She snorted, her voice filled with sarcasm. "Let me make this clear, I can’t let anything interfere with Conan’s studies right now."

Then, with no sign of interest, she added, "If you want to die, just do it somewhere else, so you don’t bother me."

A heavy silence settled between us, and I could hear Celeste's voice on the other end. She murmured, “Conan, don’t be scared. It’s all that bad person’s fault.”

With a quiet sigh, I set my phone aside, keeping my composure. Maybe I had simply grown numb to the way she treated me, so the sting didn’t cut as deep anymore.

But the truth lingered; I still found myself, at times, imagining them close again, even if it meant reopening old wounds behind closed doors.

One of the reasons I kept coming up with ways to pull Celeste back was hoping she would find her way into my arms again.

But now, as I lay on the brink of death, the realization hit me like a slap; how foolish I had been back then. I had nearly lost all sense of dignity, becoming nothing more than a man who bent to Celeste's every whim, terrified she would push me away.

But the worst was still to come. When I got home and opened the door, I saw Noah and Celeste, hand in hand on the sofa, looking every bit like a genuine couple.

Sitting across from them was an unfamiliar middle-aged woman who looked up at me, her expression a blend of wide-eyed surprise and curiosity.

“Um, Mr. Quinn, Miss Morgan, who is this man?” she asked, her gaze shifting between us.

I caught the flash of panic in Celeste’s eyes. She immediately pulled her hand away from Noah's grasp, saying, “Oh, he’s just Conan’s uncle.”

The woman on the side was taken aback but regained her composure, smiling as if she already knew, saying, “Ah, I see. You must be quite close if the uncle has a key to the house.”

For an instant, Noah nodded and, with a reassuring tone, added, “Yeah! Ms. Jones, you might not know, but he’s staying with us, too.”

When I saw them, it hit me like a ton of bricks; the woman was a staff member from the prestigious private school they wanted Conan to attend. Getting into such a prestigious school wasn’t just about excellent students but also the right connections.

My abrupt arrival seemed to cast a shadow over their moment, and her gaze turned cold, brimming with unspoken warnings.

On the brink of collapse and beyond fear, I refused to be drawn into their game. With a defiant edge in my voice, I exclaimed, “I don’t recall having a nephew!”

“And by the way, this is my home. Everyone, please leave,” I declared.

The very moment I uttered, it seemed the room was about to be chaotic.

When Celeste tried to argue, I cut her off before she could get a word in. There was no need for a debate; the truth was on my side.

Without hesitation, I headed straight to the bedroom, grabbed the property deed, and tossed it onto the table. The document, boldly displaying Celeste’s and my names, spoke for itself.

Upon seeing the papers, the middle-aged woman’s expression hardened as she grasped the gravity of the situation.

With a final, cutting remark that Conan’s admission couldn't be pushed through, Celeste seethed with rage at me.

Observing their anxious faces, I didn't feel on cloud nine. Instead, a deep sadness settled over me, overshadowing any sense of victory.

As the middle-aged woman came out and faded from sight, Celeste, her face in a fit of rage, stormed up to me. “Oliver, are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much effort I put into getting Conan into this school? You’ve ruined everything!”

I stood my ground and wasn't disheartened by her outburst.

“I promised that once Conan was settled in a top junior high, I’d devote all my time to you. Why are you sabotaging this now?” she asked, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Do you want to drive me crazy?”

I watched the scene with calm composure, wishing I could have the old Celeste who once loved me. Still, things turned upside down, making it impossible to transpire.

No, she was no longer the same Celeste I knew. Everything changed from her; even her affection for me seemed to fade.

Back then, she had vowed that she would return to me once Conan was accepted into a prestigious school.

She went so far as to claim there was nothing between her and Noah, just that Noah Quinn, her first love, had become a man who couldn’t even manage his affairs or look after his son.