He Gave My Ring To Her Now He Wears His Regret Chapter 18
After that, I followed the documentary team to many different places.
For the first time, I wasn’t just the person behind the camera.
My coworkers pulled me into group photos.
If there were only five chairs, someone would automatically go find another one.
At meals, people remembered I didn’t like cilantro.
When I got sick, someone asked if I was feeling okay.
They were small things.
But in seven years with Nico, I had never received them consistently.
The day our documentary aired, the team posted a behind-the-scenes photo on Instagram.
In it, I stood in the center of the group, smiling brightly.
Nico liked the photo.
I heard that after he came back, he never went to another gathering of the five of them again.
He started wearing that plain gold band on his own finger.
Someone once asked him, “Virginia’s gone. What’s the point of wearing that?”
He gave a simple answer.
“It’s not for her.”
“It’s to remind myself.”
“I was so sure she would never leave that I drove her away with my own two hands.”
Two years later, I saw Nico again at a photography exhibition in SoHo.
In the center of the gallery hung a series of my photos.
The title of the collection was Outsider.
The centerpiece was a photograph of a single, empty chair.
Beside it was a small plaque.
> She didn’t wait for the chair. She built a new table.
Nico stood in front of that photograph for a long time.
As I passed behind him, he said my name softly.
“Virginia.”
I stopped.
He didn’t ask me to come back this time. He just stood there with red-rimmed eyes and said, “I’m sorry.”
I gave him a polite nod, then walked toward the friends who were waiting for me by the door.
Someone naturally took the bag from my hand, smiling. “We were just waiting for you.”
I quickened my pace and stepped into the space they had saved for me.
Nico remained where he was, alone, looking at the photo of the empty chair.
At last, he understood.
For seven years, the one left on the outside had always been me.
Now, the one who would never be allowed back into my life was him.