**Chapter 14: Irish's Realization**

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**Chapter 14: Irish’s Realization**

Irish had always prided herself on being in control of her life. She was the one who made plans, who organized her days to perfection, and who meticulously calculated her steps to avoid pitfalls. But now, as she stood at the window of her apartment, a cacophony of noise erupted outside—a jarring sound that tore through the delicate fabric of her carefully curated existence. The screech of tires, the sickening thud, the gasps of bystanders. She felt her heart lurch as a sense of dread washed over her.

Without thinking, she rushed outside, her pulse racing as she navigated the chaotic scene. Her mind was clouded with confusion and fear. The air felt heavy, laden with the weight of an impending disaster. As she emerged onto the street, the sight before her froze her in place—a cluster of people gathered, their faces etched with shock and horror.

And there, on the asphalt, lay Yuvan.

Her breath caught in her throat, a sharp intake of air that felt like a dagger. She rushed forward, but the world around her faded into a blur. **No, this can’t be happening!** As she pushed through the crowd, she fought against the panic that threatened to consume her. **Yuvan!**

When she finally reached him, the sight was unbearable. His body lay lifeless, and a wave of disbelief washed over her. She dropped to her knees beside him, the harshness of the ground biting into her skin. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as the reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave. **This was her fault.**

Her sobs erupted, raw and unfiltered. She cradled his head in her lap, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through her fingers, mixing with the coldness of his skin. “Yuvan, please… wake up! Please!” she cried, desperation clawing at her throat. But the silence that surrounded her was deafening, a reminder that he would never respond to her pleas again.

**How had it come to this?** She could feel the weight of her guilt pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. The memories flooded back—each moment shared, every laugh and every tear, the love that had once filled their lives with joy. She thought of their eighteen years together, of the dreams they had built, and the life they had envisioned. **Now it was all gone.**

Her mind raced back to the day she had made the choice that had led them to this moment—the night of the betrayal, the lies she had spun to cover her tracks, the coldness she had shown him when he needed her the most. She had pushed him away, convinced herself that she could justify her actions, but now the realization washed over her like a cruel tide. **She had not just lost him; she had chosen to let him go.**

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face in his hair, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Yuvan—the comforting aroma of his cologne mingled with the faint traces of his warmth. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, her heart breaking anew with each word. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought I could fix everything… I thought I was doing what was best.”

But those words felt hollow now, a feeble attempt to make sense of the chaos she had created. The sirens wailed in the distance, approaching too slowly for her liking. Every second felt like an eternity. **She wanted to freeze time, to hold onto him just a moment longer**, but life moved relentlessly forward, indifferent to her pain.

**In that moment, as she knelt beside Yuvan’s body, the weight of her actions came crashing down on her**—the affair, the lies, the late nights spent with Joseph instead of at home with the man who loved her unconditionally. The realization struck her like a physical blow, and she doubled over, her body wracked with sobs. She had taken the love they shared for granted, and now it was too late.

The crowd around her began to murmur, their whispers a painful reminder of the reality she was facing. She could hear their sympathetic tones, the shocked gasps, the words of comfort they offered each other as they tried to process the tragedy unfolding before them. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was the lifeless body of the man who had once filled her life with love.

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