The CEO's Regret: You made me your lie, I become your Loss Chapter 250: I thought you knew me by now

Julian took a step back. Not far. Just enough. The kind of step a man takes when sothing hits him sowhere he wasn’t expecting, and he needs a second to stay upright.

"Amara." His voice was different now. Lower. Sothing in it that wasn’t anger exactly but was close enough to it that she went still. "I can’t believe you would even think that of ."

She opened her mouth.

"No." He shook his head once. "Just... let say this." He looked at her directly, and she could see it in his face, the hurt. Not perford, not exaggerated. Just real and sitting right there on the surface where he couldn’t quite hide it.

"You know . I thought you knew by now." The room was very quiet.

"That baby is not my child." He said it plainly, without flinching from it, without dressing it up in softer words.

"I know that. I have always known that. But she is a baby, Amara. A month old. She is a baby, and that is the only fact that matters to ." His jaw tightened slightly.

"I would jump into a fire for her. Not because of paperwork or DNA or what anyone else decides about who she belongs to. Because she is small and she cannot protect herself, and I am standing here, and that is enough. That has always been enough."

He stopped. The silence ca back. And Amara stood in the middle of it and felt the ground shift slightly beneath her.

Because she had heard him. She had heard the whole thing. But sowhere in the middle of it, right in the place where he had said that baby is not my child, sothing in her had seized up, and she hadn’t quite been able to hear the rest the way it was ant.

The words sat wrong. They sat in the place where all her oldest, deepest fears lived, and it was hard, it was so hard, to pull them back out from there and look at them clearly.

She knew she was wrong.

Even as she stood there, she knew it. Julian was not her father. Julian was not the man who had looked at baby Josh and looked at baby Divina and made it quietly, devastatingly clear which one he had chosen. Julian had never once in all the ti she had known him been that kind of man.

But fear doesn’t listen to what you know.

Fear only listens to what you rember.

And what Amara rembered was Amira’s face. The way her sister had grown up carrying sothing crooked inside her chest, sothing put there by years of feeling like second best in her own ho, and the way that crooked thing had eventually twisted into sothing else entirely.

Into a person who could look at her own sister and choose to hurt her the way only soone who truly knew you could. An enemy wouldn’t have known where to press. Only Amira had known that.

That was what she was afraid of.

Not Julian. Never really, Julian. Her own history.

She looked at him standing there, the hurt still visible in his face, a man who had just been told that the person who knew him best in the world thought him capable of sothing he would never do, and she felt sothing sink in her chest.

Julian exhaled slowly.

He looked at her for a long mont. Then he looked away, toward the window, and she could see him deciding sothing. Putting sothing back behind a door he kept for monts when the feelings were too big, and the room was already too full.

He was going to leave. Not for good, not in any permanent way. Just out. Give them both air. Let the heat in the room drop before one of them said sothing they couldn’t take back.

She could see it in the way he shifted his weight. The way his hand moved slightly toward his pocket.

And she understood it. She did.

They were both hurting. They had both been hurting for longer than either of them had admitted out loud, each carrying their own bag of it, heavy and private, and tonight everything had co open at once, and the room was not big enough for all of it.

"I’m sorry." It ca out broken. Barely above a whisper. Julian stopped.

He turned slowly and looked at her, and the sight of her face, the tears already falling, her chin trembling, Amara, who never crumbled, Amara who could sit across a boardroom table and dismantle a man without blinking, broke sothing open in him that the hurt hadn’t even touched.

He forgot about leaving.

"I know," she said, her voice catching. "I know, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." She pressed her hand to her mouth briefly.

"You are the one hurting most in all of this. Out of everyone, you are the one who never asked for any of it, and you are still here, and you are still..." Her voice gave out. She tried again. "Forgive . Please forgive for even thinking that of you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Julian, I’m so.."

Her knees buckled.

Not all the way, but enough. The weight of everything she had been carrying, all of it, every week of silence and fear and scheming and sleepless nights and the love she had been so desperate to protect that she had nearly turned it into a weapon against the one person who hadn’t deserved it... It all ca down at once, and her body simply couldn’t hold it upright anymore.

Julian crossed the room in two steps and caught her.

His arms went around her before she reached the floor, and he held her there, solid and steady, his chin dropping close to her head.

"Hey." His voice ca out slowly. Careful. Soft in a way that had nothing to do with weakness and everything to do with intention, like he was deliberately keeping every hard edge out of it so she would know, without him having to say it, that he was not angry. "Hey."

She was still saying sorry against his chest. "Don’t," he said gently. "Don’t do this to yourself."

"I can’t help it."

"Amara." He said her na the way you hold sothing fragile. "You are breaking my heart even more right now. Do you know that?"

She went quiet. But she still wouldn’t look at him.