When Regret Comes Knocking, It's Too Late

The next morning, Brady came to visit my mother.

I had to follow my mother's wishes and go home with Brady.

After returning home, I sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Seeing me like this, he sat next to me and hugged my neck, saying, "Are you still angry?"

"Don't be angry."

"I have reflected on myself and it was indeed my fault."

"But that night, you only said that your mom had chest pain. I didn't think it was something serious."

"And at that time, Alyssa divorced and she was so sad. I was really afraid that she would do something stupid."

Before he could finish, I pushed him away.

He shouldn't have mentioned Alyssa.

Perhaps, he still didn't know what it meant to be a married man.

After I pushed Brady away, he didn't say anything and instead went straight to the room and locked the door.

Although we were in the same room, we gave each other the silent treatment.

We didn't even say a few words when we met.

I knew he was waiting for me to give in as he always did.

But I wouldn't this time.