Raegan quickly pulled away from his embrace, her cheeks flaming red.
âSlap!â As Mitchel tried to get up, Raegan slapped him firmly.
Raeganâs eyes were intense with anger as she questioned, âMitchel, donât you have any decency?â
The slap left a visible red mark on Mitchelâs face, and his lips started to bleed a Little.
It was unusual for someone of Mitchelâs standing to be slapped.
But he just shrugged it off, wiping the blood from his lip with a calm smile.
âFeel like slapping me again to feel better?â
He nonchalantly started to button his shirt, leaving it half open, and offered Raegan the other side of his face.
âGo ahead.
Hit me.
â
His shamelessness left Raegan somewhat helpless, unwilling to strike as he suggested.
When she hesitated, his smile grew warmer as he took her hand.
âCanât bring yourself to do it?â
âYouâre sick! You think too highly of yourself!â
âYou still remember my distaste for milk and my favorite clothing brand.
You remember all my likes and dislikes.
â Mitchel looked into Raeganâs eyes, his voice deep and a bit rough.
âRaegan, can you really say you feel nothing for me?â
Mitchel found a glimmer of hope flickering within him as he noticed the subconscious expressions on Raeganâs face.
Without a second thought, he pulled her into his embrace.
ââRaegan, these past five years without you have been a torment for me, every single minute and second.
I deeply regret losing youâ¦â
The tight embrace shielded Raegan from seeing Mitchelâs expression.
Yet, his words conveyed a sense of profound remorse and humility.
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Once upon a time, it was Raegan who embodied such humility.
Now, their roles seemed reversed.
Despite the change, Raegan couldnât shake off her sadness.
It became apparent that in moments of true desperation, mere words held no sway.
She felt her detachment.
It mirrored the indifference Mitchel had once shown her.
Tears brimmed in Mitchelâs eyes as he pleaded softly, âRaegan, please grant me one last chance.
Iâll make amends.
Letâs make a loving family for our daughter, please?â
Raegan offered no resistance, her expression void of any emotion.
She appeared as cold and unyielding as a marble statue, devoid of warmth.
Feeling the chill, Mitchel drew her closer, hoping to share his warmth with her.
Little did he know, the coldness he felt wasnât just in her body but in her heart.
A heart that would never feel warmth again after being treated so coldly.
âRaegan, I promise I wonât let you down again,â Mitchel murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
A lump formed in Raeganâs throat.
In an effort to quell her emotions, she dug her fingernails into her palm.
Raegan scoffed.
A promise? She couldnât help but scoff inwardly.
Hadnât he promised before that she would always be his top priority?
She naively believed it.
And what became of that promise? When her grandmother was on her deathbed, he callously abandoned her.
When she was in danger, she hoped that Mitchel would come to save her and their child.
But he was nowhere to be found.
She was never his top priority.