Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 57

Ten minutes later, in front of the gates of The Mountain Retreat.

Seren glanced around. Aside from the luxury cars gliding in and out, there wasn't a single cab in sight.

It was rush hour, and her ride app showed a daunting queue—143 people waiting before her.

She sighed, feeling the full weight of living in a packed, international metropolis like Seaside City. Only now did it really hit her.

Almost on instinct, Seren scrolled through her recent calls and tapped a familiar number.

As the call rang, a wave of déjà vu washed over her. She couldn't quite recall which day it was, but she remembered fighting with Sheridan, storming out of The Golden Age with her suitcase, unable to get a cab then, too.

Riverbend City, a magnet for tourists, was always crowded, and ride apps were practically useless.

In those days, taxi drivers were notoriously picky. Once, a cab idled at The Golden Age's curb, but as soon as the driver heard her destination was only a few miles into the city, he dismissed her—the fare was too small to bother.

Seren had felt lost and helpless, thumbing through her contacts, only to realize there was no one she could call for help.

"Hello?"

Lennon's voice cut through her thoughts after just two rings, steady and familiar.

Seren blinked, pulled back to reality. "Are you free? Could you come pick me up?"

"Give me five minutes. I'll be there."

"Okay."

As she ended the call, Seren was struck by a quiet revelation: being with Lennon had finally shown her what marriage truly meant. In moments of loneliness or helplessness, there was someone she could reach for without thinking, someone to rely on.

It wasn't like being single, where even in your darkest moments, you had to face everything alone. Worse yet, sometimes your loneliness was brought on by the person beside you—like those three years with Sheridan.

Most people say "five minutes" as a vague promise; it usually means ten or more.

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