The Rich Wife's Regret novel Chapter 5

When we reached her car, I finally believed her. This was Howard’s daughter.

The million-dollar car was parked on the street, the driver rushing to open the door for us.

Emma handed me a towel, gently wiping the spilled wine from my clothes.

“Thank you… You didn’t have to do this.” My voice was a whisper, and she paused.

She smiled, her eyes bright. “I told you, I’m a fan!”

“I wanted to invest in your art at your last exhibition, but they wouldn’t give me your contact information! I regretted it for weeks! Now that I’ve finally found you, don’t be shy! Tell me what you need!”

I looked out the window, a mix of regret, sadness, and despair swirling inside me.

If only I'd known that someone, someone special, admired my work, maybe I would have pushed harder, gone further.

But what difference would it make now?

My hands were ruined, destroyed in prison. I couldn’t paint anymore.

My face…

And my mother, still lying in that hospital bed.

That night, I sat by Mom’s bedside, my phone buzzing relentlessly.

Howard’s daughter had found my number.

“I’m so sorry, Gavin. I just learned about your situation. I was out of line tonight. I didn’t mean to make things worse. Please forgive me!”

“I know the best doctors in the world. Please, let me help! I’m serious – I love your work!”

Message after message. I could almost see her pleading with me.

But I didn’t reply.