Episode 149

Now having finished his task, Elijah looked into her eyes, his voice soft but laden with regret. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

Elizabeth stared at him, her eyes widening in stunned disbelief. The words tumbled from his lips, hitting her harder than any headline she’d ever read.

He sighed softly, his gaze shifting to her leg. The jagged scar, a stark reminder of past pain, clashed with the surrounding smooth skin—a poignant blemish on a once flawless canvas. It evoked a deep sense of regret within him.

He apologized again, 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 most, and for that, I am sincerely and deeply regretful."

Elizabeth’s emotions surged—a tumultuous mix of past and present. Had these words come sooner, she might have readily returned to their fractured marriage. But that time had passed. She had moved on, her heart guarded, her resolve firm. Turning back was not an option.

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; dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. His apology offered a poignant closure. A farewell deserved dignity. Seeing him step back, she felt no resentment. As she spoke, she noticed his hand still resting on her foot and instinctively withdrew it.

Elijah, sensing the finality, accepted her subtle rejection. He believed his apology and her forgiveness had brought closure. Feeling relieved, he rose and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll go make some spaghetti. You just take it easy."

Before Elizabeth could respond, Elijah was already in the kitchen, cleaning a pot and setting water to boil.

Elizabeth's lips formed a pout. She muttered skeptically, "Can he actually cook?" It was difficult for her to reconcile the image of Elijah, the assertive businessman, with the domestic chore of cooking.