My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

When Callum walked toward them, Isaac and Niall stepped forward to greet him with polished smiles and firm handshakes. Isaac spoke first, his voice carrying the practiced warmth of a seasoned businessman.

"Mr. Cooper, what brings you here today? Are you meeting with Mr. Reid about potential business ventures?"

Callum nodded with genuine enthusiasm. "Exactly right. Mr. Reid's company has several projects that caught my attention. I thought it would be worth having a face-to-face discussion about possible partnerships."

Isaac's gaze drifted momentarily toward where Dario and Veronica stood motionless, neither making any effort to join the conversation. The observation flickered across his mind, but he dismissed it without much consideration.

Callum, completely oblivious to the undercurrents of tension swirling around the group, found Dario' behavior somewhat puzzling. In his experience, any smart businessman would seize the opportunity to network with the Crystal family, regardless of previous acquaintance. Even a brief introduction could open doors to future collaborations.

While the three men continued their animated discussion about market trends and investment opportunities, Sophia excused herself from the conversation. She moved deliberately toward Veronica and Dario, with Penny following closely behind her, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor.

Dario shifted his attention to Veronica, studying her expression carefully. His eyes held a question he didn't voice aloud.

Veronica remained perfectly still, watching the two women approach but showing no intention of closing the distance between them. Her posture was rigid, her face an unreadable mask.

When Sophia reached them, her voice carried the gentle tone of someone trying to bridge a difficult gap. "Ver, it's been such a long time since we've seen each other."

Veronica offered no response, her silence stretching uncomfortably between them.

Sophia's expression softened with visible concern as she took in her granddaughter's stubborn stance. She drew a quiet breath, preparing to continue. "Ver, you really should—"

Penny's voice cut through the moment like a blade, cold and precise. "Ver, whatever resentment or misunderstandings you're carrying toward me, those issues belong strictly between the three of us—you, your mother, and myself. They shouldn't extend beyond that."

She paused, allowing her words to settle before continuing with the same detached authority. "Isaac and your grandmother have nothing to do with our personal conflicts. I sincerely hope you won't allow these feelings to drive away the people who genuinely love and care about you."

The name Penny Mack still carried weight in Veronica's memory, bringing with it a flood of complicated emotions from years past.

She remembered with painful clarity how Isaac used to speak about Penny during those final months before the divorce. His voice would take on a reverent quality whenever her name came up in conversation. He had described Penny as the perfect embodiment of her name—pure and tranquil, carrying herself with an dignity that seemed almost untouchable.

Isaac had confessed that Penny represented everything he had ever dreamed of but never thought he could have. She was his impossible ideal, the woman who had captured his heart completely.

He had insisted that meeting Penny had been a revelation, showing him what genuine love actually felt like. According to him, their connection was deep and mutual, something that transcended ordinary attraction.

Isaac had repeatedly emphasized that despite Penny's seemingly cold exterior, she possessed a remarkable character beneath the surface. He had urged Veronica not to follow her mother's example of causing unnecessary drama, instead encouraging her to recognize and appreciate Penny's superior qualities.

Unlike most women who found themselves in such situations, Penny had never been openly hostile or cruel to Veronica. But her interactions had always maintained a certain distance, as if she existed on a completely different level from everyone around her.

Now, years later, Penny remained exactly as Veronica remembered—breathtakingly beautiful and impossibly remote. Her beauty seemed almost ethereal, untouched by time or circumstance.

When Penny spoke these particular words, she didn't use the carefully modulated tone typically employed by stepmothers trying to win over reluctant stepchildren. Instead, she maintained her characteristic air of cool detachment, which somehow made her statement feel more authentic and therefore more persuasive.

After all, a woman of Penny's obvious pride and emotional distance wouldn't lower herself to engage in petty conflicts with a stepdaughter. If problems existed in their relationship, logic suggested that the younger party must be the source of unreasonable behavior.

Penny's message was clear: the complicated history between herself, Veronica's mother, and the circumstances of the divorce should not interfere with the love that Isaac and Sophia genuinely felt for Veronica.

But Veronica had always hungered for her father's affection and the warmth of family connection. That craving had only intensified after witnessing her parents' marriage crumble.

During that turbulent period, Veronica had been barely nine years old. She had loved both parents desperately and found the idea of choosing between them absolutely unbearable.

Yet in her heart, she had quietly aligned herself with her mother. The sight of her mother's pain had awakened a fierce protective instinct in her young heart.

When the custody battle began, even though her mother was already showing signs of severe mental instability, Veronica had refused to consider living with Isaac and Sophia. She had stubbornly insisted on staying with her mother, despite the obvious challenges that choice would bring.

Even after making that difficult decision, Veronica had continued to harbor deep feelings for Isaac and Sophia. But she had carefully hidden those emotions, terrified of causing her fragile mother additional heartache.

About a year after the divorce became final, Sophia had traveled to Porter on business. She had discreetly arranged for someone to contact Veronica, expressing her desire to see her granddaughter after their long separation.

More than a year had passed since their last meeting, and Veronica had missed her grandmother terribly. The longing had been a constant ache in her chest. So she had made the risky decision to sneak out and meet Sophia, carefully concealing the plan from Phillip and the others who might have disapproved.

What Veronica hadn't anticipated was that Sophia would bring Niall along to their secret meeting.

During that emotional reunion, Sophia had explained that she and Niall were now sisters and should make an effort to develop a close relationship.

Veronica had felt immediate resistance to the suggestion.

But when she noticed the disappointment clouding Sophia's eyes and heard her grandmother say that she was still too much like her mother—too rigid, too unforgiving, too unwilling to let go of grudges—Veronica had felt a crushing wave of self-doubt wash over her.

Was she really nothing more than a spiteful, ungrateful child who couldn't appreciate the love being offered to her?