The Billionaire's Regret { Regret Series #1}

CHAPTER EIGHTY

{HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING?}
Kathleen's heart clenched as Charles stared blankly at her, his eyes devoid of recognition. She desperately clung to his arm, her grip tightening as she pleaded with him to remember their life together, their cherished moments, and their daughter Lana. But Charles remained unresponsive, lost in the depths of an unfathomable void.

Tears streamed down Kathleen's face uncontrollably, mingling with her anguished cries. She refused to accept the cruel twist fate had dealt her. She beseeched Charles, begging him not to forsake their love, their history, their family. The intensity of her emotions escalated, escalating into violent outbursts of rage, and desperation.

"Charles, please", she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Don't you remember? Don't you remember Lana? Our daughter?" Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She reached out, her hands shaking as it grazed her cheek. But his face remained impassive, as though carved from stone.

Something inside Kathleen snapped. A primal scream tore through the air, reverberating off the cold, sterile walls. She yelled at Charles, her voice filled with a mix of anger, desperation, and heartbreak. "You can't do this to me. You can't just forget. You can't erase everything we had together!".

The scene grew chaotic as the nurses and doctors sprang into action, alarmed by Charles's deteriorating condition. The room filled with the cacophony of alarms, signaling the urgency of the situation. Kathleen's outbursts had unknowingly pushed Charles' fragile health to the limit, exacerbating the already grim circumstances.

They pleaded with Kathleen to calm down, trying to guide her away from Charles but she resisted, her eyes never leaving Charles. " No! I won't leave him! I won't abandon him when he needs me the most!" Her voice cracked with each word, her heart shattering into a million shard.

Fighting against the grasping hands of the medical staff, Kathleen pleaded to be heard, the words melting into an incoherent chorus of anguish. The nurses, gentle yet firm, pulled Kathleen away from Charles, their actions driven by the necessity to protect him from further harm. Tears blurred Kathleen's vision as she was escorted out of the room, haunted by the sight of Charles slipping further away from her.

But the doctors persisted, their touch gentle yet firm. They knew this volatile mix of emotions could only send Charles into further distress. Kathleen finally relented, her body trembling, the sound of her anguished cries trailing behind.

Kathleen sat outside the room, her body slumped on the cold, hard floor. Tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. She felt as though her world had been upended, leaving her to drift in a sea of uncertainty. Memories that were once etched into their very being were now slipping away, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. As sobs wracked her body, she struggled to comprehend the surreal reality that now engulfed their lives. Memories of their love and shared memories of their love and shared experiences seemed to crumble apart right in front of her.

In the room, the dedicated medical team fought tirelessly to stabilize Charles, their synchronized efforts a symphony of expertise and determination. The beeping of the machines gradually subsided, replaced by a more steady rhythm, indicating that Charles was no longer teetering on life's precarious edge.

As she sat there, engulfed in despair, a sense of helplessness washed over her. Questions swirled through her mind like a tempest. How could this be happening? How could Charles forget everything they had? And, most importantly, how could she possibly continue this journey alone? She had to gather her strength, both for Lana, and Charles. The well of love she had for him would not run dry, no matter how shattered their reality appeared.