Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

“Penpal program? Noah asked, taking the seat opposite me. “That sounds interesting. Tell me more.”

I explained the concept to him, surprised by his genuine interest. When I finished, he was nodding. thinking deeply.

“That’s a great idea, Hannah,” he said. “I’m glad you have a new project to focus on. Let me know if you need any help with it.”

His compliment and offer of help, both so freely given, caught me off guard. But mentioning the program had stirred up memories of our own letter–writing days, and a wave of sadness washed over me.

“Noah,” I began hesitantly, “do you really not remember the letters we used to write to each other?”

His brow furrowed. “Letters?”

I nodded. “When we were teenagers. We wrote to each other for two years.

Noah’s expression clouded, and I felt my heart sink. “Hannah, I… I went through some very tough times as a teen. A lot of that period is just a blur to me now. I’m sorry.”

to yell, to cry, to call him a liar. But as I looked at him, I saw a deep sadness in

to know, the one who had poured his heart out to me in those letters that he had forgotten. I remembered how he had written about his difficult home life, the

that vulnerable boy than the cold, distant man I had married. Maybe I had been too harsh over his difficulty with remembering

softly, “when we get home,

eyes widened in surprise. “You…

guess I didn’t even think about it when I said that just now. But maybe that’s a sign that I should go

“Really?”

then, perhaps we can amicably divorce and do joint custody with our child.

Hannah. An amicable situation. I understand that our marriage is

hug. My eyes widened in surprise, and I found myself too stiff to return the embrace. But as I stood there, enveloped in his arms,

known for years–he always wore the same cologne, and I should have gotten so used to it by now that I couldn’t even smell it

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