1 Prologue: Regret

In the white and warm intensive care unit, a white-haired old man was lying on the hospital bed. Looking at his face, he should be about to pass away soon. By his side, his middle-aged son, who was in his 50s was holding his hand.

"Dad, I don't hate you anymore, I, forgive you. Dad, mom will never blame you. Until the end of her life, you are the person that she have loved so, please, go in peace." the son said close to his father ear.

Hearing his son's words, the old man tears drop from the corner of his eyes, slowly closing his eyes.

"Beep--!"

The ECG monitor show a flat line.

No matter how many wrong things his father has done in the past, he also knew his father regretted it. In these fifty years his father live on lie, for him to spent all his remaining life in regret and pain.

Regret…. What done is already done.

Forgiveness…. A little too late.

He also feel regret for the mistake that he have done to her, his birth mother.

He blame his father for the misunderstanding that he had to her mother. Blame him for the love that he had lost. A mother's love that he thought was never there was actually prevented to reach him because of his father.

Maybe it is all just an excuse. Maybe I just want to find someone to be blame for the mistake that I, myself have done.

The pain that I have cause to my mother.

The words I said to her before she died. The words that push her mother to her death. Words that I wish have never said.

The feeling of satisfaction for the death of my own mother.

A memory that I want to erase but cannot. A memory to self-reflect for the mistake I have done.

I will also be like my father, spending all of my remaining life in regret and pain.

For the forgiveness from someone that is no more in this world.

***

A shameless woman. A gold digger. An ugly woman.

This was my impression of my wife.

The time that she passed away was the happiest day of my life. There will be no more obstruction for me to be with the person I truly love.

My wife was truly stubborn on maintaining our marriage when they is no love within us.

I know she is just afraid of losing her gold mine. Losing me is like losing the luxurious life that she had after marrying me.

Or so I thought…

Even when my eyes can see clearly, for her I become a blind man.

Even when people call me a genius, for her I become a stupid man.

So blind and so stupid for loving and trusting that ambiguous woman causing the misunderstanding between me and my wife became bigger.

When the truth had been told, I am just a fool, my wife are long gone, my poor unborn daughter have been indirectly kill by me, my son hate me, and the empire that I build is falling.

At least before I die, I got the forgiveness of my son.

The only regret I have left is to my wife.

Even it is late, I wake up from my dream but my wife did not. She stubbornly trying to save something that was never there to begin with. Trapped in the world that woman create.

If only time can be turn back or there is a device that can take me back, I want to save my wife from this life. Trusting the wrong person that even though that person act at first was for her to be with me, a person she loved, but to be backstabbed at the end.

I want her to have the love and be love by a person that truly love her.