He Called His Wife His Greatest Regret in Front of Their Twins — Years Later, Karma Shocked Him

“Thank you.  So, but what kind role? Henry leaned forward, his tone measured, I’m offering you a position as my executive assistant. Her breath caught,  but he added quickly.

This has nothing to do with anything personal. I want to be very clear about that.  Agnes relaxed slightly, but confusion remained on her face.

Henry hesitated, then sighed. There is something else I need to say,  and it’s not easy. She waited. I’ve developed feelings for you, he admitted quietly. Not because of work, not because of your situation. I didn’t plan it,  but I respect you too much to mix that with your job. Agnes’s heart pounded.  I’m telling you this, he continued, because I don’t want secrets between us. Your job stands whether you feel the same or not.

Memories  rushed through Agnes’s mind. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the night she cried beside her children.

kind words had once led her into pain.

 She looked at him steadily. You told me there was no hidden agenda.

“There wasn’t,” Henry said firmly. “And there still isn’t.” She studied his face. “Then why help me so much?” Henry went quiet. After a long pause, he stood and walked toward the window, staring out at the city lights. “Because,”  he said softly, “there’s something you don’t know, and I should have told you earlier.”  Agnes felt her chest tighten. “What is it?” Henry turned slowly.  “Agnes, your father was the original owner of this company,” he said. “He was my godfather.” Her world tilted. “My father,” she whispered. “He died a year ago,” Henry continued gently. “Before he passed, he asked me to find you. He knew your life hadn’t been easy.  He wanted you to have what he never gave you.” Agnes couldn’t breathe. That’s why I offered you the job, Henry said. I wasn’t helping a stranger. I was keeping a promise. Her legs weakened. She gripped the chair as the truth crashed over her like a wave.

Her father, this  company, everything she thought she knew. Nothing felt stable anymore. Agnes’ head spun.

She couldn’t breathe. Henry’s words echoed in her mind. Her father, the company, the promise.  The weight of it all crashed over her like a storm. so heavy she felt she might collapse. “I don’t understand,” she whispered shakily. “What are you saying to me right now?”  Henry stepped closer and held her hands gently. “I know this is too much to take in, and I blame myself for revealing everything like this, but Agnes, I couldn’t keep waiting for the right moment.” He took a slow breath.  “You need to take what rightfully belongs to you, this company, and everything else your father left behind.” >>  >> Agnes pulled her hands away and stood up, shaking her head. “I can’t accept it,” she said firmly. “I’ve lived my entire life without him. I have my children now. They are my focus.  And no matter how hard things get, I won’t accept his help. Even now that is gone.”  Henry nodded slowly. “I understand your point. I know it’s not easy.  You’ve been strong all this while.” Then his voice hardened slightly.  But know this, if you refuse your inheritance, I will step down as CEO of this company, and we might as well shut it down.  Agnes stared at him, disbelief flashing across her face. Are you trying to blackmail me? Because it won’t work.

Henry shook his head, a soft, tired smile touching his lips. I don’t have the heart to do that. Just as you can’t accept your inheritance because you don’t acknowledge him as your father, I can’t keep presenting to the world what isn’t mine. He stepped back. Think about it. I won’t rush you and I won’t force you. Agnes turned and walked toward the door.  Agnes, Henry called. She paused but didn’t turn. I’m willing to wait, he said quietly. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to win your heart and your children’s too. Agnes closed her eyes for a moment,  steadying herself. Then she stepped out of the office. Her heart felt unbearably heavy. How had her already difficult life become even more complicated? She had long forgotten she even had a father ever since he got her late mother pregnant and disappeared.  Years later, when he returned, her mother, already close to death, refused to forgive him and sent him away. And now, suddenly,  she was being told she was a billionaire. This wasn’t her life.

She wasn’t used to things being handed to her. She was used to struggling,  to surviving. And Henry, she couldn’t deny the care he showed her children.  He had been her support, her rescuer, the good Samaritan who appeared when she was almost giving up. One painful question lingered in her heart. Was she finally ready to let go of her fears and allow her feelings for him to surface? Days  passed and Agnes avoided Henry in the office like a plague. Her mind was still in chaos, overwhelmed by everything happening around her. Even so, Henry continued watching over her and regularly visiting the children. That morning, as Agnes sat at her desk, her phone buzzed. She picked it up. It was a credit alert from the company.  Her salary for the month had been paid. Oh my god, finally.

I’m going to buy my mother’s medications. She hasn’t been taking them lately, one of her colleagues said happily. Oh jeez, my younger brother has been on my neck for his tuition fees. At least I’ll have some peace of mind now.

This job is a lifesaver, another  replied. You can say that again. The first woman laughed and they both chuckled. Agnes stared at her phone.

Just like everyone else, she was surviving because of this company. She thought about Juliet and Michael.

>>  >> They were able to go to school, eat proper meals, and live in a peaceful apartment because of this job.  But what would happen to them and everyone else if the company shut down?

Could she live with the guilt of knowing she had taken away the only source of livelihood for so many people? Agnes stood up, picked a handbag, and walked straight to Henry’s office. Henry looked up from his desk as the door opened.

 Agnes, “Is everything all right?” he asked, concern in his voice.

Agnes lowered her head. I won’t be able to live with myself if the employees lose their jobs because of me. I know what it means to be stranded, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. She took a deep breath.  Even if we sell the company, there’s no guarantee people won’t be laid off. So, yes, I’m accepting my inheritance. Henry smiled softly and held her hands. I didn’t mean to pressure you. You’ll see. Everything will work out. I know you’ll be a good boss. Agnes smiled faintly. Can you not step down just yet? At least give me time to process all this and learn how to become a good leader like you. Of course, Henry replied gently. I’ll personally guide you through everything.

Thank you, she whispered. Henry reached out and gently brushed her cheek.

Realizing it might have made her uncomfortable, he quickly stepped back.

 Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Can I borrow your pen, please? Agnes interrupted softly. Henry paused, then picked up a pen and handed it to her.

Agnes removed an envelope from her bag, opened it, and pulled out a document.

She took a  deep breath, signed it, and handed it back to him. Henry’s eyes widened as he read it. “Wait,  aren’t these your divorce papers?” “Yes,” Agnes said calmly. Ever since Musa threw them at me that night and left, I’ve carried them with me. I don’t know if I was hoping he’d return or if I was slowly accepting reality.

She looked up at Henry. I think it was the latter. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 Tomorrow morning, I’ll file them in court, she said softly. I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to love again.

 Henry searched her face. Are you sure?

She nodded. But let’s  keep this between us for now. I don’t want Juliet and Michael to get confused. Let’s prepare them feist. Henry smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace. The next day, Henry drove Agnes to the court.  Later that same weekend, he moved Agnes and the children into a beautiful two-bedroom apartment in a secure neighborhood. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was comfortable and safe. Far from the shabby place they had struggled in before, Henry never treated Agnes like someone who had suddenly become a billionaire.  Instead, he took her shopping to the spa and made sure she had everything she needed to feel like herself again. As if that wasn’t enough, he enrolled Juliet and Michael in a prestigious school.  Agnes had tears in her eyes on their first day. She stood there watching them walk into school in their neatly ironed uniforms carrying new school bags.

 She was deeply grateful. In that moment, she vowed to work even harder for her children, and she did. Henry taught her everything she needed to know about running the company and her late father’s other businesses.  Agnes was persistent, relentless, and learned fast. One day, Henry took Agnes to one of her late father’s shopping malls to introduce her to the staff. Agnes waited nearby while Henry was still rounding up with some staff members at the reception. Well, well, who do  we have here? Agnes turned to see a classy young lady dressed in expensive attire.

 Beside her stood someone she hadn’t seen in a long time. Mama Grace, Moose’s mother. Agnes,  what are you doing here? Mimar Grace asked in an amused mocking tone. Don’t tell me you now work here as a cleaner.

Agnes stayed quiet, ignoring the two women. By then, she knew without a doubt that the young woman was Moose’s new wife. I would truly be surprised if they hired someone like her, the woman said coldly. She’s way too cheap to work in a place like this. It’s no wonder Musu abandoned her and her children. Her name was Nancy. Agnes’s hot titan for a moment. Then she looked at Nancy and smiled faintly.  I might be cheap, Agnes said calmly. But tell me, isn’t it the husband of this cheap woman that you stole?  So, how does it feel to know you just as cheap as I am?

How dare you? Nancy fumed, stepping toward her. Agnes stood her ground, daring her to do whatever she had in mind. Nancy turned sharply to the receptionist. Where is your  boss? I want this woman fired immediately for speaking rudely to a valuable customer like me. Just then, the manager rushed in. Ma, that won’t be possible.  She’s actually It’s fine, Agnes interrupted quietly. No need to upset our customers. I’ll leave. She turned and walked out. Serves that lazy thing, right? Mama Grace said smuggly as they later returned to Nance’s house that same day.  Nancy, still burning with anger from Agnes’s words earlier, turned on Mama Grace with blazing eyes.  Who told you to open your mouth while I was talking to her? She snapped. Mama Grace bowed her head fearfully.  I was only trying to help you. Shut up, you stupid old woman. Nancy  boked. Do you think because I allowed your good for-no son to live in my house, we on the same level. Ma Grace lowered her head in shame. Now stop standing there like a statue. Nancy continued. Go and bring my massage things.  Give me a foot massage. Mama Grace hurried to get the items and sat on the floor. Nancy placed her legs on her thighs and leaned back.

Barely 2 minutes passed before Nancy pushed her away angrily and stood up.

Rubbish.  This is all your fault and that stupid daughter-in-law of yours. Now even a common massage can’t calm me down. She stormed off. Go and make me something to eat. And please, for God’s sake, not that local food you cooked last time. Make fried rice and chicken quickly.  Mama Grace winced from the earlier push. Slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. This was not the life she had imagined. Not  at all. Later that night, Musa returned home. The house felt unusually quiet. No shouting, no music, no partying. Seeing the kitchen light on, he walked toward it. Mama, what are you doing in the kitchen by this time? He asked with a frown. Mama Grace sighed softly. It’s nothing, my son. I’m almost done. In truth, she was barely standing.

>>  >> This was the fourth time she had cooked fried rice and chicken that day. Nancy had complained each time. Too much pepper, too much seasoning, too much salt. The last plate she had thrown at her. You should  rest, mama, Musa said worriedly. You might fall sick.

Mama Grace laughed bitterly. A break is not what we need, Musa.  We need to leave this house. Your wife treats us like animals. She has no respect for me or for you.  This isn’t the life I imagined. This is slavery. Musa rubbed his forehead.

 We will leave, mama. I just need more time. Maybe I can gather some money from her. But even as he said it, he knew it was unlikely. His plan had been to steal from Nancy and run away. But she was too smart. She monitored everything closely. Months ago, Musa had thought he escaped poverty when he abandoned Agnes and the children. He convinced himself he deserved better.

 Nancy was rich, beautiful, and powerful. Everything Agnes wasn’t. At first, life with Nancy felt like a dream. Luxury, expensive food, designer clothes. The soft life he always wanted.

But the dream didn’t last. Nancy wasn’t gentle like Agnes.  She was controlling, demanding, and cruel. She corrected how he spoke,  mocked him in front of her friends. This is Musa, she would say proudly. My little project. I picked him from nothing and turned him into this. He laughed along at first, but each time his pride died a little.  Then came the final humiliation. Nancy openly flirted with men in front of him. Soon she began sleeping with other men on their matrimonial bed while he watched powerless. Tonight was no different.