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Chapter 65
Victor’s words hung in the air like a heavy weight, pressing down on both of them. His father’s regret was palpable, but it didn’t change the fact that their relationship was broken, irreparably damaged by years of betrayal and silence.
Phillip’s face tightened as he looked up at his son, the sharpness of Victor’s words cutting deep. He sighed heavily, his chest rising with the weight of his unspoken regrets. The years of mistakes, of wrong choices, of allowing his family to fall apart because of his own selfishness—those were things he couldn’t undo. And Jaida… he hadn’t realized until it was too late that he had lost the best thing in his life.
“I never meant for things to turn out this way,” Phillip muttered, his voice heavy with years of regret. “Jaida was always the better choice. But I was blinded by… by Rebecca’s stubbornness, by her forceful nature.”
Victor’s lips tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface. He took a step closer to the bed, his voice growing colder. “Blinded? No, Father. You were just selfish. You wanted someone who would feed your ego, who would listen to you, and you didn’t care who you hurt in the process. Not even your own children.”
Phillip flinched at the harshness in his son’s words, but he didn’t argue. There was nothing to say. The truth was undeniable, and for once, he wasn’t going to deny it.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Victor. But I did,” Phillip admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve hurt everyone around me, and I’ve been left with nothing. Jaida, your mother… I pushed her away. I know she won’t come back, and I know I’ve lost her forever.”
Victor’s gaze hardened, his eyes not softening in the slightest. “It’s too late for apologies, Father. There’s nothing you can do to undo the damage. You’ve made your choices, and now you’ll have to live with the consequences.”
The silence between them stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. Phillip knew he deserved every word, but that didn’t stop the pang of regret from gnawing at him. His relationship with his son, with his family, had always been strained, but now it was broken beyond repair.
Victor stood there for a moment longer, looking down at his father. He could see the weariness in his father’s face, the exhaustion of a man who had lived too many years making the wrong decisions. But he didn’t feel pity. He didn’t feel anything except the bitter reality that the past couldn’t be changed, no matter how much he wanted to.
“I came here because you called me, but don’t think for a second that this changes anything. You’ll live with your regrets, just like I will live with mine,” Victor said, his voice firm.
He turned away, his heart heavy with the weight of unresolved emotions. He could never undo the damage of the past, but he could control his future. He could protect his children from the mistakes of the past, and that was what mattered most to him.
As he walked out of the room, he heard his father’s voice, weak and broken, calling after him.
“Victor… I’m sorry. I truly am.”
But Victor didn’t look back. There was nothing left to say.
Meanwhile, Eden and Ricky were enjoying a quiet morning together, the warmth of their bond a stark contrast to the tension Victor felt at the old house. The simplicity of their day-to-day life, the little moments of joy shared between mother and child, was a far cry from the complicated world Victor was immersed in. But Eden knew, deep down, that the peace they had built would be tested by the secrets of the past.
She just didn’t know how, or when, those secrets would finally catch up to them.