Chapter 8: Regret Was Not a Second Chance

Six months later.

Tasha's POV

By winter, the city had changed colors.

Snow covered the riverwalk, and my life had become ordinary again.

That was the greatest gift.

I worked. I went out with colleagues. I visited my parents on Sundays. I learned to cook for one without automatically making enough for Jared.

Sometimes I still remembered him.

But memories no longer controlled the direction of my day.

One afternoon, I received an invitation to speak at a regional branding conference.

My aunt had submitted one of our campaigns, and the project had won an industry award.

I nearly refused.

Then she looked at me and said, "You've spent enough years making yourself smaller. Go stand on the stage."

So I did.

When my name was announced, I walked beneath the lights and spoke for twenty minutes without once wondering whether Jared would be proud of me.

Afterward, my phone buzzed.

There was one email.

From Jared.

The subject line read: "No reply needed."

"Tasha, I saw the announcement about your award. Congratulations. I won't ask you to come back. I finally understand that every time I said I was protecting you, I was protecting myself from accountability. I liked knowing you would always be there. I treated your loyalty as something permanent instead of something I had to deserve. I'm sorry. You don't need to forgive me. I only wanted to say congratulations."

I read it once.

Then I deleted it.

Not angrily.

Simply because I didn't need to keep it.

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Jared's POV

Jared never received a response.

This time, he hadn't expected one.

His relationship with Yvette had ended completely.

Several friends distanced themselves after discovering the full timeline.

His mother told him, "Learn how to be honest before you promise anyone forever."

The hardest part wasn't public embarrassment.

It was ordinary life.

Coming home sick and realizing nobody knew.

Finding Milo's old toy beneath the sofa.

Seeing white roses in a shop window.

Remembering Tasha's birthday and knowing he had no right to send anything.

For years, Jared thought possessiveness meant love.

He had liked saying she belonged to him.

He had never asked whether he behaved like someone worthy of belonging to her.

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Tasha's POV

In early spring, I returned to my old city for my cousin's wedding.

It was my first visit since leaving.

At the wedding reception, I was talking with a cousin when I saw Jared standing near the entrance.

Our eyes met.

He didn't approach.

That mattered.

Half an hour later, I stepped onto the terrace for air.

The door opened behind me.

Jared stopped several feet away.

"Is it okay if I stand here?"

Once, he would have simply taken my hand and decided for both of us.

"It's a public terrace," I said.

For a while, we watched the city.

"You look well," he said.

"I am."

"I owe you one apology in person. Not because I expect anything."

I waited.

"I used your love as proof that I could do whatever I wanted and you'd stay. I called it confidence in our relationship. It was arrogance."

He swallowed.

"And I hid you because keeping my lives separate made everything easier for me. I made that selfishness sound romantic so you wouldn't question it."

For years, I had wanted him to understand exactly that.

Now that he finally did, I felt no urge to run back into his arms.

"Thank you for saying it," I replied.

His eyes reddened.

"Is there any part of you that thinks we could start over someday?"

I looked at the man I had loved for seven years.

"No," I said.

His face went still.

"I don't hate you, Jared. But forgiving someone and trusting them with your future are different things."

He looked down.

"I understand."

He gave me a small smile.

"I wish I'd understood while you still loved me."

"So do I."

That was the saddest truth between us.

But sadness wasn't a reason to go backward.

I went inside.

He didn't follow.

Later that night, I danced with my parents.

Someone took a photograph of us.

When I saw it later, my face was turned toward the camera, completely unguarded.

For seven years, Jared had told me he hid me because I was too precious for the world to see.

Now I understood something he never had.

Real love didn't erase you.

It made room for you.

And I would never again accept anything less.