Thus Began Your Regret (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Ed. I’m sorry. I was wrong… and because of that, I’ve made things too hard for us.”
Louisa’s voice was solemn, as if reciting a confession.
Edward, his heart still pierced by her words, asked sharply,
“What exactly were you wrong about?”
“Thinking that you and I could love each other like any ordinary couple.”
Overwhelmed, Edward cried out,
“Why? Why not? Do you even know what my day has been like? I’m already drowning in work, exhausted to death, and my mind keeps wandering pointlessly so I can’t get anything done. That’s why my workload just keeps piling up, and I had to leave the office early just to make time for you! I’m practically driven mad by how hopeless tomorrow seems. And yet, what?”
“Yes. I know. You’re struggling, and so am I. That’s precisely why I’m saying this—let’s just let go and find peace.”
Edward was left utterly speechless.
“Let our unhappiness end right here, Ed.”
It was an unbearably clear conclusion.
Indeed, as Louisa had said, it had been difficult. Yet he absolutely could not accept that the end of it all should be separation.
“…Let me have some time to think.”
Edward decided to postpone any final decision for now.
He knew he needed to talk with her to resolve the situation, but he wasn’t in a state to do so right now. Above all, he simply couldn’t understand his own wife.
Louisa gazed at him blankly for a moment before speaking.
“Alright. I understand.”
“You seem really stressed. Why don’t you go on a short trip somewhere?”
“A trip? No, it’s fine.”
“No, really. I heard from Guildford that the autumn foliage in Quenel is absolutely breathtaking. With the weekend, you’d have plenty of time to go and come back.”
Edward held onto a small hope—if she took even a brief moment to relax and her mood lifted, perhaps things might improve, even just a little.
Of course, he well knew himself that this was likely a futile hope.
But this was all he could do.
“A trip alone… Yes. I’ll do that.”
Louisa spoke calmly.
His heart turned cold, as if frozen solid. Her hollow eyes and lifeless expression made it seem as though his wife might vanish into thin air at any moment.
Edward dug his fingernails into his own palm.
[This is the timeline separator]The sky over the capital, crowded with factories, was always hazy.
As usual, Lindbrum Station bustled with people. Through the crowd, the heavy rumble of an approaching train’s wheels could already be heard from the far end of the platform.
Rachel, following behind Louisa, exclaimed excitedly,
“Madam, the train is coming in!”
Paul Johnson, who had come to see them off, frowned at her outburst—until Louisa smiled and shook her head, prompting him to clear his throat and relax his brow.
They hurried forward. They still had a short distance to go before reaching the train with first-class seating.
The sound, once distant, was now right beside them.
Chiiiiik—
The train screeched to a halt, hissing as the air escaped.
Clunk. With a loud noise, the train doors opened. Station attendants moved about, calling out instructions.
Ignoring the commotion, Rachel darted up into the first-class carriage first.
Following her, Louisa folded her parasol and boarded the train.
“Have a safe trip.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you again when I return.”
Louisa gave him a small wave before stepping onto the train.
Having found their reserved seats, Rachel turned and waved at her.
“Goodness! The train really is so spacious!”
“It’s quite different from how it looks from the outside, isn’t it? I was surprised too, the first time.”
Louisa entered the compartment and carefully sat down, holding her skirt to prevent creasing.
Rachel, fascinated, kept glancing around. Realizing she’d forgotten to stow their luggage after Louisa reminded her, she quickly set it above.
Seated by the window, Rachel pressed both hands against the glass and couldn’t tear her eyes away as she said,
“With windows this big, we’ll get to enjoy the scenery to our heart’s content.”
Louisa watched her chatter away and quietly concealed a bitter smile.
This was the journey to Quenel for the autumn foliage trip Edward had suggested.
Instead of her husband—who would surely have found the train ride tedious—sat her young maid.
Louisa found this fact both sorrowful and strangely relieving.
Edward had finally made time to talk—yet even that brief moment had seemed burdensome to him.
She understood. He was an incredibly busy man; every second counted for him.
All she had ever wanted was a husband who loved her wholly—but what he aspired to be was a businessman seeking redemption through success.
So of course he’d been suffering too. The exhaustion radiating from him was unmistakably real. Her husband was truly worn out.
But she was no different. If she endured this any longer, there would surely come a moment when she’d want to give up everything.
Thus, she had resolved:
She would stop expecting anything more. It was time to let go.
Her chest ached so fiercely she had to hold back tears threatening to spill.
Her choice was right.
Even at the very end, he never understood her. Therefore, this must be the correct path.
Perhaps, at last, they were standing at the starting line where each might finally find a little happiness.
It was only a faint hope—but simply knowing she’d found a new path gave her strength for now.
Louisa fixed her eyes on the small birds dotting the sky beyond the window.
[This is the timeline separator]The train ride to Quenel took a full day.
Rachel, who had been chattering excitedly for a while, fell quiet before even an hour had passed, seemingly worn out.
At first, she had munched on the snacks they’d brought and spun daydreams—“The roads must be lined with red maple trees, don’t you think? Like crimson waves rippling in the breeze!”
—but later, she quietly pulled out her knitting and began working on a scarf.
Eventually overcome by boredom, she fell asleep—only to be woken by Louisa upon hearing the conductor’s arrival announcement.
Startled awake, Rachel fumbled drowsily to retrieve their bags from the overhead compartment.
The first things to greet them as they stepped off the train were the darkening evening sky and the crisp, cool air brushing against their cheeks.
Louisa took a deep breath of the earth-scented air.
‘That nostalgic smell.’
She let the familiar scent bring back a fleeting memory.
The small house in Greenberg. Nights walking home with Edward after finishing work. The chill of the long road, his scent filling her lungs.
“Oh my, how lovely! Look at that star, Madam!”
Rachel, shaking off her grogginess, pointed excitedly at the sky.
Her cheeks flushed pink, delighted by the tidy resort view—so unlike the hazy smog of the city.
Seeing that innocent, radiant smile beneath the dim streetlamps, Louisa offered a faint smile in return.
Couples and families who had disembarked together began heading toward their respective destinations.
Rachel, glancing around at them, hoisted their luggage with a grunt and said,
“Madam! Let’s go too!”
Instead of the rough, large hand that used to take hers, she now had a young maid eagerly asking about their lodging.
Louisa realized her first task would be practicing not to think of him.
[This is the timeline separator]Edward sat at his desk, pen in hand, lost in a daze.
The anxiety that kept halting his movements had now crept into his mind, trapping him completely.
By now, Louisa must have already left on her trip. Would she return calmer, having sorted out her thoughts? Or what if she came back and immediately said, “I’ve made up my mind—let’s part ways”?
His thoughts swirled endlessly, making it utterly impossible to focus on work.
He knew full well the decision rested entirely with Louisa—yet he couldn’t stop worrying.
‘What will become of us now…?’
The pen slipped from his limp fingers, leaving a large ink blot on the paper. Edward remained lost in thought, oblivious even to the spreading stain.
Jeffrey, seated beside him and observing his boss’s behavior, finally let out an exasperated sigh.
After staring at him for a few seconds, Jeffrey committed the outrageous act of shoving the cigar box straight onto Edward’s desk.
The sliding box bumped Edward’s pen.
“What’s this?”
“Have a smoke and snap out of it.”
Jeffrey nodded toward the cigar box now sitting squarely in the middle of Edward’s desk.
Only then did Edward look down—and finally notice the huge ink blot his hand had made.
“…Damn it.”
He immediately snatched up the paper and crumpled it in both hands.
Tossing the balled-up sheet onto the floor, Edward irritably opened the cigar box.
He grabbed the first one within reach, snipped the end with scissors, lit it, and put it to his lips.
He didn’t usually smoke cigars often—only when overwhelmed by unbearable stress, seeking temporary peace in the forced calm they brought.
But this time, even the cigar offered little relief. His worries quickly surged back.
‘What if Louisa never comes back?’
He shook his head as if to dispel the thought, murmuring aloud to himself,
“No. She’s not the type to abandon me so recklessly.”
We clearly loved each other. Clearly.
Eventually, ash from the cigar he’d been holding absentmindedly dropped onto a fresh sheet of paper, burning a black hole through it.
“…Hah.”
Frustrated, he raked his hands through his hair and crumpled that paper too, tossing it aside.
He crushed the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray and stood up.
He felt unfamiliar even to himself—it had never happened once in all the years since their marriage.
What are you thinking right now? Are you resting well there, healing your body and mind?
For the first time, Edward wondered about his wife’s wellbeing while at work.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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That seems nice at least he is trying the problem that he doesn’t know how !!!