Chapter 15

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(Maximilian pov)

A heavy cloud of helplessness engulfs me. Regret fills my heart, weighing it down with an unbearable burden.

I can't get a single thing done, the pile of documents on my desk left untouched, what have I done,

The realization of what I have done sinks in, and the pangs of guilt pierce my soul like a thousand tiny needles.

I shouldn't have, I always knew when to stop.

In the moment, it seemed like a harmless choice, a simple decision with no significant consequences. But now, with the clarity of hindsight, I see the error of my ways. My judgment failed me, and I succumbed to a momentary lapse of reason. and I'm left feeling utterly powerless to undo what has been done. I should have known better myself.

Every thought, every image, every recollection of that regrettable act is etched deeply into my mind. I replay the scene over and over again, dissecting every detail, desperately searching for a way to turn back time. But time, merciless and unforgiving, marched for