Ex husband scaramouche

11 years later

The sterile white walls of the hospital room felt like a stark contrast to the vibrant life you had once lived. The beeping of machines, the constant hum of activity, all served as a grim reminder of the fragility of life. You had been diagnosed with stage 2 brain cancer, a cruel twist of fate that had thrown your world into chaos.

You had been single for years, since youre 29 until now, 40 years old. the bitter taste of their divorce still lingering on your tongue. Your ex-husband, Scaramouche, the CEO of Raiden Industries, had been a man consumed by his ambition, a man who had prioritized his company over their relationship. at that time you had begged him to slow down, to make time for them, to consider starting a family, but your pleas had fallen on deaf ears. He had been too busy building his empire, too focused on his goals, to see the emptiness that was growing in your heart.

They had fought, argued, and finally, you had walked away. You had told him, in a moment of anger and despair, "If I die, you won't have any part of me anymore. Just stay alone." You had meant it, every word. You wanted him to feel the pain of losing you, the emptiness of a life without you.

But. You hadn't expected him to take your words so literally. He hadn't remarried, hadn't even considered dating anyone else. He had visited you regularly, always bringing you flowers, always treating you like his wife, even though they were divorced. He had been devastated when you had left, and he had never stopped loving you.

Now, as you lay in the hospital bed, your body weakened by the relentless disease, you saw the worry etched on his face. He had been spending every waking moment by your side, leaving the office for only two hours a day to attend to his responsibilities. He was a man who had always been in control, but now, he was helpless, his usual stoic demeanor replaced by a vulnerability you had never seen before.

"Mama.. I made porridge at home before coming here. Does your head still hurt?

He sat beside you, his hand gently holding yours. He had always been a man of few words, but now, he spoke softly, his voice filled with a tenderness you had thought you would never hear again. He stroked your hair which was falling out more and more day by day. He told you he loved you, that he regretted everything, that he wished he had made more time for you, that he wished they had a family.

You smiled, a weak, bittersweet smile. You knew he was a changed man, a man who had finally learned the true value of love and family. But it was too late. You had been given a second chance, a chance to see the man you had loved become the man you had always wanted him to be. But you knew, deep down, that this was your final goodbye.