Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 104

"Mrs. Foster, he seems better now" Daniel informed Beca as he glanced at Ryan who was finally sleeping comfortably there. "Don’t worry he is at my place. I will take care of him," he assured her before hanging up.

It was hard to tell how Daniel felt in the midst of all this. Ryan was his best friend, and he had always shared in his sadness and troubles as if they were his own. But today Ryan’s suffering seemed so justified that no matter how he hard Daniel tried, he couldn’t bring himself to feel his pain.

Not because he didn’t know what Ryan had lost, but because he knew Ryan had brought it upon himself.

Watching Ryan sleep, Daniel couldn’t help but sigh. "Ryan, brother, even realizing your mistake now won’t help you change anything. Arwen has moved on. She has someone else who treats her the way you should have treated her —or even better. There is no way you are getting her back. I truly hope you accept this sooner, pr else you will just keep hurting yourself."

He muttered softly, and though Ryan was asleep, his brows creased faintly as though he could hear him in his dreams.

Daniel noticed it and shook his head before getting up to leave the room, leaving a small light on in the corner.

The next day, late in the morning, Ryan’s brows furrowed in irritation as his phone blared, disturbing the peace he desperately wanted to hold onto. He ignored it the first time, but when the ringing didn’t seize and continued relentlessly, he finally reached out to check who it was.

His eyes barely opened, but as he squinted at the screen, he saw Delyt’s name flashing. The furrow deepened between his brows. If he had still been drunk like last night, he might have ignored it again, but now sober and rational, he remembered everything he had left behind in a moment of weakness. Pinching the space between his brows, he accepted the call and answered it.

"Hello!" He rasped, his voice came hoarse and dry.

"Ryan," Delyth’s voice came through, full of relief. "Finally! Finally … you have answered the call. Thank goodness. You don’t know how scared. I simply didn’t know how to —" she trailed off purposefully, leaving an ambiguity in her words, her emotions lingering in the air.

"I am sorry, Del. I had got something on my plate yesterday. I couldn’t come to you," Ryan coughed a little to clear his throat and voice before asking, "How are you now?"

"Ryan, you don’t have to lie to me. I know you were upset yesterday and that’s why you didn’t come. You were … Were you upset because of me? Was it because of what I did?" Delyth’s voice broke into sobs, and before Ryan could respond, she started crying. "I–I know, Ryan, I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have tried to take my life.

But I had no choice, I was so weak. I just feel like a burden to everyone —to you. And it’s all so frustrating. I thought it would better to end it all, once and for all."

"Del, you are not a burden," Ryan said, massaging his forehead. "I have told you that before. Why are you thinking such nonsense?"

"How can I not think it, Ryan? If I weren’t a burden, you wouldn’t have been like that yesterday. I just … just feel so guilty. Can you forgive me, Ryan? Please, forgive me." Delyth plea was desperate, and Ryan shook his head, feeling trapped.