My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Veronica found herself deep in conversation with Phillip about Mary's upcoming birthday celebration. The matriarch of the Murray family observed their animated planning with quiet amusement before waving a dismissive hand.

"There's no need for such elaborate preparations," Mary insisted, her weathered fingers smoothing the fabric of her dress. "A simple family dinner would satisfy me perfectly."

Poppy immediately protested, her voice carrying the authority of someone accustomed to having her opinions heard. "This is your seventieth birthday, Mary. Such a milestone deserves proper commemoration."

Both Veronica and Phillip exchanged knowing glances, silently agreeing with Poppy's sentiment. The significance of the occasion warranted more than Mary's modest preferences would typically allow.

Recognizing the genuine affection behind their insistence, Mary surrendered to their collective enthusiasm with gracious acceptance.

As evening shadows lengthened across the Murray estate, the family concluded their dinner gathering. Sabrina's school schedule demanded an early departure, prompting Veronica to gather their belongings and prepare for the journey back to Dennis Estate.

The drive passed in comfortable silence, with Sabrina's excitement from the family gathering still radiating from her small frame. Upon reaching their destination, the child practically bounced from the vehicle, her energy seemingly inexhaustible despite the late hour.

Veronica remained seated behind the wheel, her hands still gripping the leather steering wheel as she addressed her daughter through the open window. "Get yourself cleaned up and settled for the night. I have some business matters requiring my attention, so I won't be staying."

The brightness in Sabrina's expression dimmed noticeably. Her steps faltered as she processed her mother's words, confusion replacing her earlier enthusiasm.

Returning to the car with obvious reluctance, Sabrina pressed her face against the cool metal of the door frame. Her small brows drew together in concern as she studied Veronica's composed features. "You're working again tonight, Mom?"

Veronica maintained her neutral expression, betraying nothing of the turmoil beneath her carefully constructed facade. "That's correct. Focus on your studies, and contact me if anything urgent arises."

Disappointment flickered across Sabrina's young face. Her lips formed a small pout as she processed this information, though she ultimately nodded in reluctant acceptance. The child had grown accustomed to Cullen's frequent absences due to business demands, making it easier to rationalize her mother's similar unavailability.

Carlos emerged from the manor's entrance, having noticed their arrival through the large windows facing the circular driveway. His presence provided a welcome distraction from the tension building between mother and daughter.

Sabrina immediately directed her attention toward the family's trusted employee. "Has Dad returned from his meetings?"

Carlos's warm smile never wavered as he responded with characteristic gentleness. "Indeed, he arrived home approximately an hour ago."

Veronica's expression remained deliberately impassive as she prepared to conclude this interaction. "I'll be departing now, Sabrina."

The child stepped back reluctantly, her disappointment still evident despite her attempts to hide it.

Carlos's confusion manifested in the slight tilt of his head as he addressed Veronica with genuine concern. "Will you be conducting business quite late this evening, Mrs. Dennis?"

Her response carried the finality of someone accustomed to making decisions without explanation. "Several matters require my immediate attention."

Before any further questions could arise, Veronica turned her attention back to Sabrina with maternal concern. "The evening air carries a chill. You should go inside promptly."

Sabrina managed a small wave as she fell into step beside Carlos, though her backward glances revealed her continued worry about her mother's late-night departure.

Veronica waited until both figures disappeared through the manor's impressive entrance before executing a precise turn in the circular driveway and departing into the darkening evening.

Once inside the warmth of their home, Sabrina's curiosity about her father's whereabouts prompted another inquiry directed toward Carlos.

"He should be occupied in his study," Carlos replied, his tone suggesting familiarity with Cullen's evening routines.

Sabrina climbed the grand staircase with purpose, only to discover the study door standing ajar rather than firmly closed as usual. Cullen stood silhouetted against the large window, cigarette smoke curling around his figure as he gazed into the darkness beyond the glass.

"Dad," she called softly, not wanting to startle him from his apparent contemplation.

Cullen turned from his position at the window, his features softening as he acknowledged his daughter's presence. "Hello there, sweetheart."

Sabrina stepped further into the room, unconsciously wrinkling her nose at the lingering tobacco smoke. "Mom had to leave again for work. She just drove away."

Cullen methodically extinguished his cigarette against the crystal ashtray's edge, the small action carrying more weight than its simplicity suggested. "I observed her departure from up here."

The child's observation carried an innocence that made Cullen's chest tighten with unexpected emotion. "Both you and Mom have become incredibly busy lately. It feels like you're both always working."

A hollow laugh escaped Cullen's lips, though he managed to keep his tone light for Sabrina's benefit. "You're quite perceptive about that."

Fatigue finally began claiming Sabrina's energy reserves, evidenced by the yawn she couldn't quite suppress. "I should get ready for bed now. Good night, Dad."

Cullen's voice carried genuine warmth despite the complexity of his emotions. "Sleep well, and may your dreams be pleasant ones."

Upon reaching her own residence, Veronica moved through her evening routine with mechanical precision. Her bath provided little relaxation, and sleep came only through sheer exhaustion rather than peace.

The following morning found her at her office with characteristic punctuality, throwing herself into work with renewed determination.

When afternoon arrived, she accompanied Jordan and several other technicians to Stellar for scheduled maintenance procedures. The familiar corporate environment felt strangely hollow without Cullen's commanding presence or Niall's carefully orchestrated appearances.

This pattern continued throughout the subsequent days. Even during her Thursday evening return to Dennis Estate to prepare Sabrina's dinner, Cullen remained conspicuously absent from the domestic scene.

Carlos's explanations remained diplomatically vague, mentioning only that Cullen had "obligations" preventing his presence at family meals. Whether these obligations involved romantic encounters with Niall or other business matters remained unspecified, and Veronica found herself deliberately avoiding any deeper inquiry.

As Friday's work hours drew to a close, Veronica contemplated her solitary dinner plans when her phone's shrill ring interrupted her thoughts. Sabrina's voice carried a note of hope that immediately caught her attention.

"Mom, Dad mentioned he won't be returning home this weekend. When might you be coming back to stay with us?"