My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

The memories from over a decade ago remained crystal clear in Veronica's mind, each detail preserved like shards of glass that still cut deep.

She could still picture that afternoon when her world had quietly crumbled. After rushing to the restroom with tears burning her eyes, she had returned to find Sophia standing near the dessert counter, holding two vanilla ice cream cones. One pristine and perfect, the other bearing an ugly smear where a server's greasy tray had scraped against it during the lunch rush.

Without hesitation, Niall had reached for the flawless one.

Sophia had simply laughed it off, running her fingers through Niall's hair with the kind of indulgent affection she once reserved for Veronica. She made no move to request a replacement from the vendor, despite the obvious damage to the second cone.

When Veronica had approached them, Sophia handed her the marred ice cream without explanation or apology. No mention of what had happened, no acknowledgment of the obvious difference between the two treats.

The Crystal family could have purchased every ice cream in the entire establishment without making a dent in their fortune. Yet Sophia had chosen to give her the damaged one and pretend nothing was wrong.

That moment had been a revelation, cold and sharp as winter air. Sophia's feelings toward her had shifted so gradually that Veronica hadn't noticed until it was too late. The woman who had once treated her like a treasured daughter now saw her as an afterthought, someone worthy of leftovers and scraps.

Even worse had been the expression on young Niall's face as she watched Veronica accept that ruined dessert. Pure satisfaction had gleamed in her eyes, a cruel pleasure that seemed far too mature for someone her age. As if she had orchestrated the entire scene just to watch Veronica's humiliation.

Isaac had provided countless similar moments over the years, each one another small cruelty disguised as coincidence.

Now, studying Sophia's perpetually gentle expression and Dora's self-righteous posture, Veronica felt nothing but cold amusement. Cullen had become irrelevant to her, just another player in their carefully constructed drama.

Both women wore their concern like masks, speaking with the tone of people who genuinely believed their own lies about caring for her wellbeing.

Veronica allowed herself a bitter smile before responding to their manipulation through the lens of Cullen and Niall's relationship.

"You both insist that you have my best interests at heart. Part of me wants to believe that's true. But when your version of caring involves helping Niall destroy my marriage, what exactly am I supposed to think?"

Neither Sophia nor Dora displayed even a flicker of shame at her words. Their prepared expressions told her they had anticipated this exact accusation.

Sophia released a practiced sigh, her voice taking on that familiar patronizing tone. "Veronica, you understand the reality of your situation with Cullen. Why insist on keeping someone bound to you when his heart belongs elsewhere? Divorce would give you both the freedom to find genuine happiness. Your grandmother only wants what's best for you—"

"You're going to tell me this is all for my own good, aren't you?" Veronica interrupted, her voice cutting through Sophia's rehearsed speech.

She fixed both women with a steady stare. "You've used that exact same line so many times I've lost count. Don't you ever grow tired of repeating yourselves?

Even if you're determined to brush me aside, couldn't you at least invest the effort to create a new excuse?

How can you expect me to believe anything you say when you won't even put in that minimal effort? Perhaps you should consider developing some fresh material for next time."

Before either woman could formulate a response, Veronica pressed on. "Though I suppose it wouldn't matter anyway. After all, words are just empty sounds in the air. What truly matters is what people actually do, not what they claim to feel."

Her direct challenge left both Sophia and Dora momentarily stunned into silence.

Sophia quickly recovered her composure, opening her mouth to launch another verbal assault, but Veronica had already turned her attention to Callum as he returned from his business call.

"Mr. Cooper, have you finished your conversation? I think we should leave now."

Callum had developed excellent instincts for reading room tension during his years in business. The atmosphere here felt thick enough to cut with a knife. He managed an uncomfortable laugh while nodding his agreement. "Of course, absolutely."

He turned toward Sophia and Dora with professional courtesy. "Mrs. Crystal, Mrs. Crystal, thank you for your time. We'll be going now."

Sophia maintained her gracious smile and nodded politely, but when her gaze shifted to Veronica, she released another one of those calculated sighs.

Ever since Isaac had made the decision to divorce her mother, that sigh had become their weapon of choice. Whenever Veronica failed to comply with their wishes or expectations, both Isaac and Sophia would deploy it like a carefully aimed arrow.

The sound carried layers of meaning, all of them designed to make her feel guilty and unreasonable. It suggested that she was being difficult, that she was the source of all conflict, that her very existence created problems for everyone around her.

The psychological impact had been devastating. After her parents' divorce, when she moved back to the Murray family home with her mother, Veronica had developed an almost phobic response to the sound of sighing. Even though every member of the Murray family treated her with genuine kindness and warmth, she had spent years walking on eggshells.

From age seven until she reached twelve or thirteen, she had been painfully well-behaved, terrified of making even the smallest mistake that might earn someone's disappointment. She had buried her own personality and desires so deep that she sometimes forgot they existed at all, living in constant fear of becoming a burden or source of frustration.

Those years of excessive compliance had shaped her in ways she was only beginning to understand. The damage ran deeper than anyone realized, creating patterns of self-doubt and people-pleasing that had followed her into adulthood.

Standing here now, listening to Sophia's manipulative sigh, Veronica felt the familiar knot of anxiety form in her stomach. But this time, she also felt something else rising alongside it. Anger, clean and bright and absolutely justified.

She was done being their victim.