There was more he wanted to say, but the words failed him.

Eventually, he gave a stiff nod. “Alright… If you ever need anything, you know how to reach me.”

“Alright.” Elissa nodded with polite detachment, her smile barely there.

Robin’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Deep down, he knew she would never come back to him—not even for help. Not now, not ever.

“I’ll head off, then…”

“Okay.”

Elissa stood motionless, watching as Robin walked away, his figure gradually shrinking into the distance. Then suddenly, she called out, “Robin.”

“Elissa.”

At the sound of her voice, Robin turned swiftly, taking two hurried steps back toward her. Without hesitation, he opened his arms and pulled her into a firm embrace.

Elissa stiffened at first but didn’t push him away. Instead, a gentle smile touched her lips as she leaned in and whispered near his ear, “I’m sorry. I truly am.”

She had hurt him too.

It hadn’t been deliberate, but she was the one who had entered the wrong hotel room that night. She was the one who ended up pregnant and the one who carried the child into the world.

So much had changed, and he must have been carrying that pain all along, just like she did.

Gradually, she lifted her arms and returned the embrace, holding him gently.

“Let the past go,” she murmured. “Live well from now on.”

Robin held her close, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “You too.”

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Robin stepped back. “I’ll be going now,” he said.

Elissa nodded, a soft smile touching her lips as she watched him.

He walked away, his figure shrinking into the distance, until he suddenly spun on his feet and took off running.

She didn’t look away. Her eyes followed him until he vanished from view, her vision blurred with tears. Robin—her former husband and lover. They had truly loved each other once, and he had truly been good to her.

“Have you seen enough?”

A cold voice cut through the stillness behind her. It was low, tense, and edged with something sharp and dangerous.

Elissa turned slowly to find Ernest standing there. His normally composed, striking features were shadowed by fury, his eyes lit with emotions she couldn’t quite read.

Right now, he was the last person she wanted to see, let alone speak to.

Without a word, she frowned and moved to walk past him.

“What’s going through your head?”

His hand shot out, gripping her arm so tightly that it hurt.

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