My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Veronica steered her car away from the equestrian grounds, uncertainty clouding her thoughts about her next destination.

Whitney and Dario were wrapped up in their own affairs. The Murray estate crossed her mind, but returning there without Sabrina by her side felt wrong. Mary's worried expressions would only intensify upon seeing her arrive alone.

Her mind wandered as she navigated past a sprawling wetland preserve. Camping families dotted the landscape while couples strolled hand in hand along the walking trails. Adult children guided their elderly parents to shaded benches for afternoon rest.

The sight of their warm connections stirred something painful within her chest. A hollow ache spread through her ribs as loneliness settled deeper into her bones.

After several more miles of aimless driving, she suddenly jerked the steering wheel toward the roadside.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. The screen remained dark for long minutes before she finally pressed a familiar contact.

The line connected with a soft click. "Dr. Phoenix, this is Veronica Murray. I wanted to check on my mother's condition."

Ninety minutes later, her car pulled through the gates of Frost Nursing Refuge.

The courtyard stretched before her, peaceful in the afternoon light. Her eyes immediately found the slight figure hunched on a distant wooden bench. Rose sat motionless, her once radiant features now sunken and lifeless. The transformation from the vibrant woman of Veronica's childhood memories remained jarring, even after all these years.

The familiar sight never failed to twist something deep in her stomach. Her hands clenched at her sides as she struggled to process the stark reality before her.

Kane's gentle voice drifted from behind her. "Her condition remains stable. No significant changes to report."

Veronica nodded silently. Any disruption from her past life could trigger devastating episodes for Rose. The fragile calm she currently maintained was too precious to risk disturbing.

Several minutes passed in quiet observation. When Rose shifted slightly on the bench, Veronica immediately stepped back from her vantage point.

She moved to a safer distance and addressed Kane and the attending staff members. "Thank you for your continued dedication to her care."

"Please don't mention it, Ms. Murray. We're simply doing our jobs."

Through the facility's large windows, she caught one final glimpse of her mother's profile. After distributing the reading materials and personal items she had brought, she made her way back to the parking area.

The nursing home disappeared in her rearview mirror, but the weight in her chest remained unchanged.

Her route home took her past the same wetland preserve from earlier.

Colorful kites danced against the blue sky like scattered confetti. On impulse, she swung her vehicle into the park's entrance.

Warm air brushed against her skin as she stepped onto the grass. The sun painted everything in golden hues, and the natural beauty should have lifted her spirits.

Instead, the couples sharing picnic blankets and families chasing children only emphasized her isolation. She felt like an outsider looking in on a world she couldn't access.

At a small vendor's booth, she paused to examine the kite selection. The decision of whether to purchase one for herself felt strangely monumental.

A tiny hand suddenly wrapped around her index finger and gave it a gentle shake.

"Ms. Murray."

Veronica spun around in surprise. "Cecelia?"

The little girl nodded, maintaining her grip on Veronica's finger.

"Cecelia, there you are."

Marco's approach faltered when he spotted Veronica. After a moment of obvious surprise, he recovered his composure. "Enjoying the park as well?"

"Yes," Veronica confirmed. "Is Sabrina here with you?"

Her voice flattened as she responded. "No. I came by myself today."

Something in her tone seemed to register with Marco, and he chose not to pursue the topic further.

Given their limited relationship, Veronica prepared to make polite excuses and leave. Before she could speak, Cecelia looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Ms. Murray, would you like to fly kites with us?"

Veronica's expression softened apologetically. "I should probably head home soon."

Disappointment flickered across Cecelia's small features. "Okay."

Marco intervened gently. "Why don't you stay for a while? We could use the company."

He seemed to sense her internal struggle and added, "I'll keep my distance if you prefer. Consider it a favor to Cecelia. She could use a friend to play with."

Veronica had always felt drawn to Cecelia's sweet nature. The prospect of continued solitude held little appeal at the moment. After a brief hesitation, she found herself nodding in agreement.

She and Cecelia spent time examining the vendor's collection before settling on an elegant blue butterfly design that caught both their attention.

Veronica's previous outings with Sabrina had given her reasonable proficiency with kite flying techniques.

The butterfly kite proved more substantial than anticipated, however. Cecelia's small hands struggled to maintain control of the larger frame.

Marco smoothly stepped forward to provide assistance, helping them both manage the unwieldy kite as it caught the afternoon breeze.