Episode 149

Now having finished his task, Elijah looked into her eyes, his voice soft but laden with regret as he murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Staring at Elijah, Elizabeth’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief, unable to process what had just happened.
The words that tumbled from Elijah’s lips hit her harder than any headline she’d ever read.
He sighed softly, his gaze shifting towards her leg.
The jagged scar there was a stark reminder of past pains, clashing with the surrounding smooth skin—a poignant blemish on a once flawless canvas. It evoked a deep sense of regret within him.
He apologized once more, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. “I’m truly sorry for the fire incident. It was something I could never have foreseen. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most, and for that, I am sincerely and deeply regretful.”
Elizabeth’s emotions surged—a tumultuous mix of the past and present.
Had these words come sooner, she might have plunged into the depths of their fractured marriage without a second thought.
But that time had passed. She had moved on, her heart guarded and her resolve firm.
Turning back was not an option she could entertain.
She lowered her head, her voice a gentle whisper. “It’s okay. It’s all behind us now. I forgive you.”
The past was immutable, and dwelling on it would not reverse the currents of time.
His apology now served as a poignant closure to what they once shared.
A farewell deserved a touch of dignity. Seeing him step back, she felt no urge to harbor any resentment.
As she spoke, she noticed Elijah’s hand still resting on her foot and instinctively withdrew it.
Elijah, sensing the finality, accepted her subtle rejection. He believed that with his apology and her forgiveness, they had found closure.
Feeling a wave of relief, he rose and rolled up his sleeves with ease. “I’ll go make some spaghetti. You just take it easy.”
Before Elizabeth could utter a word in response, Elijah had already made his way to the kitchen, busying himself with the task of cleaning a pot and setting water to boil once again.
Elizabeth’s lips formed a pout as she muttered to herself skeptically, “Can he actually cook?”
For Elizabeth, it was difficult to reconcile the image of Elijah, the assertive businessman, with the domestic chore of cooking.