Elena POV

“Regret.” He leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he shook his head, slowly. “No, I don’t regret it.”

“Then,” I clasped my hands together to keep them from tightening into fists. “If you had the chance to, would you make the same choice?”

“It’s already in the past.” He said mildly, his thumb rubbing around the ring on his index finger. “What’s the point on dwelling on what ifs?”

“Just answer me.” I insisted. “Just one word, ...