They Regretted it After I Left

They Regretted it After I Left

John Adura

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In the heart of a bustling city,there live a man named Ethan Hale. A man of quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. Ethan has solved his family problems one by one. However,The family he has devoted his life to has grown blind to his sacrifices.

Chapter 1 Silent Architect

was Claire. "Ethan! We're having a small gathering tonight. You'll be there, right?" Her voice was bright, filled with excitement, but he could hear the underlying impatience. She wanted him to be the perfect husband, the supportive partner, but he felt like a shadow lurking in the background.

"Of course, I'll be there," he replied, forcing a smile into his voice. "What time should I arrive?"

"Seven sharp! And make sure to wear that new suit I bought you. You know how important first impressions are."

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "I'll be ready."

As he hung up the phone, a sense of dread washed over him. The gathering would be filled with their friends, the same people who had no idea of the sacrifices he made for the family. They would toast to their successes, oblivious to the man who had quietly ensured their prosperity.

Ethan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. He would put on a mask, play the role of the devoted husband, and smile through the pain. But deep down, he knew that something had to change. He could no longer be the silent architect of their success, the man who faded into the background while they basked in the glow of their achievements.

As the sun set and the city lights flickered to life, Ethan made a decision. He would eliminate the last of their enemies, the ones who threatened their empire, and then he would leave. He would walk away from the family that had taken him for granted, and they would soon realize the true cost of their indifference.

The night of the gathering arrived, and Ethan donned the suit Claire had insisted he wear. He looked in the mirror, adjusting his tie, and for a moment, he barely recognized the man staring back at him. The tailored fabric hugged his frame perfectly, but the reflection revealed a man burdened by unspoken words and unacknowledged sacrifices.

As he entered the lavishly decorated living room, laughter and chatter filled the air. The scent of gourmet food wafted through the space, mingling with the clinking of glasses. Claire was the center of attention, her radiant smile captivating everyone around her. Ethan felt a pang of longing as he watched her, wishing she could see him for who he truly was.

"Ethan! There you are!" Claire exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him. She rushed over to him, her excitement palpable. "You look amazing! Everyone's been asking about you. Come on, let me introduce you to some of our guests."

He forced a smile, nodding as she took his hand and led him through the throng of people. Each face was a blur, a collection of acquaintances and friends who had no idea of the turmoil brewing beneath his composed exterior. They greeted him with polite smiles and small talk, but he felt like an outsider in his own home.

"Ethan, this is Mark and Jenna," Claire said, gesturing to a couple standing nearby. "Mark just landed a huge deal with that tech startup, and Jenna is working on her second novel. You two should talk!"

"Congratulations," Ethan said, his voice steady despite the knot tightening in his stomach. He could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, the unspoken question hanging in the air: Why aren't you more like them?

As the evening wore on, Ethan found himself drifting from group to group, nodding and smiling, but feeling increasingly invisible. Claire was swept up in conversations, her laughter ringing out like music, while he stood on the periphery, a silent observer. He caught snippets of conversations about vacations, promotions, and the latest social events, but none of it felt real to him. It was a world he had built for them, yet he was not a part of it.

"Ethan!" Claire called out, pulling him back to the present. "Come here! I want you to meet someone."

He approached her, forcing himself to engage. "Who is it?"

"This is Jason," she said, her voice laced with enthusiasm. "You remember him, right? My first love?"

Ethan's heart sank. He had done everything in his power to keep Jason at bay, to ensure that the past remained buried. But here he was, standing before him, a reminder of everything Ethan had sacrificed.

"Of course," Ethan replied, his tone neutral. "Nice to see you again, Jason."

Jason flashed a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ethan, it's great to see you. Claire has told me so much about you. You're the man behind the curtain, right? The one who keeps everything running smoothly?"

Ethan's jaw tightened. "Something like that."

"Don't be modest," Jason said, leaning in slightly. "You're the unsung hero of this family. I admire that."

Ethan felt a surge of anger. Admiration? Was that all he was to them? A hero in the shadows? He forced himself to maintain his composure, but the words burned in his throat. "Thank you," he managed, his voice clipped.

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