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Is it truly regret

Author: Bosede
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 22:10:15

Chris stepped out onto the hotel balcony, the cold night air brushing against his flushed skin. He needed air needed distance from Karen’s tears, from the suffocating suite, from the shame curling inside him like smoke.

Speaking of smoke, he reached into the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket, retrieving a silver cigarette case. With a flick of his wrist, he tapped one out and lit it, the soft orange glow momentarily illuminating the hard set of his jaw. He took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling into the city’s dark skyline.

Below him, the city buzzed with life cars, lights, laughter but none of it registered. All he could see was her.

Jane.

That dress.

That confidence.

That smirk she wore when she clinked glasses with that other man like she’d finally won.

Like she’d finally moved on.

Chris felt something deep in his chest twist. A bitter, choking mix of regret and possessiveness.

“I shouldn’t have treated her like that,” he muttered to himself, the words ta
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  • Betrayed love and regret    The secret deal

    The long, winding driveway leading to the Whitmore estate felt colder than usual that evening, though the sky remained clear. Jane’s fingers were tense on the steering wheel, her heart pulsing with questions. The message had been simple and discreet: “Come alone. Do not tell Greg. – G.W.”She had obeyed without knowing why.Now, standing in front of the towering oak doors, she felt an odd chill wash over her, as though she was about to enter something far deeper than just a conversation.The butler led her through the grand halls in silence, stopping before the study. “He’s waiting for you inside.”She pushed the door open.The room was dark, save for the faint orange glow of a fireplace flickering low in the corner. A single lamp illuminated the large desk near the window, and behind it, seated like a king on his throne, was Gregory Whitmore Sr., the patriarch of the Whitmore legacy.A glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him, and a thin line of smoke curled from the cigarette betwe

  • Betrayed love and regret    Blurred lines

    The silence in the penthouse had stretched for days. Jane moved through the luxurious space like a ghost, feeling its vastness echo the new emptiness growing between her and Greg. Since their last argument, he'd kept his distance — polite, civil, but colder than she had ever seen him. He was no longer the confident, smooth-talking man who teased her at dinner parties and watched her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. He was now... silent. Distant.And she hated it.The chill wasn’t just in the room — it was under her skin.Jane stood at the edge of the study doorway that evening, watching Greg as he leaned over a set of financial documents. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled, a glass of untouched scotch sitting beside him. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too buried in whatever business emergency his grandfather had stirred up this time.She cleared her throat softly. “Greg.”He looked up. His expression shifted when he saw her, a flash of something — surprise, maybe

  • Betrayed love and regret    Crossroad

    The fireplace crackled quietly in the background as Greg paced across the living room of the penthouse, the dim golden lights casting long shadows on the polished wood floors. His mind had been at war for days, trying to convince himself it was too soon… or too absurd… or too much.But he couldn’t avoid it anymore.He had to talk to Jane.She was curled up on the oversized sofa, wearing a soft ivory robe, her legs tucked under her as she flipped absentmindedly through a fashion magazine. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder in loose waves, and there was something about the domestic calmness of the scene that made Greg hesitate.She looked peaceful. Untouched by the chaos that brewed in his chest.But the words burned on his tongue."Jane," he said finally.She looked up, eyes curious. “Hmm?”“We need to talk.”Her body stiffened slightly, a telltale sign she’d learned not to show fear unless it was necessary. She set the magazine down and straightened. “Alright… talk.”Greg walk

  • Betrayed love and regret    The request

    The antique grandfather clock ticked heavily in the quiet of the study, its steady rhythm matching the tension thickening in the air.Greg sat stiffly across from his grandfather, the formidable Theodore Hamilton, the patriarch of the Hamilton empire. The elder man was a picture of aged nobility silver hair immaculately combed back, piercing gray eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and a cane resting beside his chair more for intimidation than support.The study was Greg’s least favorite room in the estate all mahogany shelves, dusty oil paintings, and the lingering scent of old money and judgment.Theodore set down his brandy glass with a sharp clink and looked directly at his grandson.“I want a great-grandchild, Gregory.”Greg blinked, half certain he’d misheard. “I’m sorry… what?”Theodore leaned forward slightly. “You’re married now. Publicly, legally, and very convincingly. You’ve given me a charming daughter-in-law, and the press believes you’re on the path to stability. Good. But I

  • Betrayed love and regret    The war within

    The lights of the city flickered against the glass windows of Greg’s penthouse, painting the marble floors with golden streaks. Jane stood barefoot in the living room, her crimson gown pooling around her feet like spilled wine. The after-party crowd had faded. Greg had gone to take a call in his office. And now, she was alone with her thoughts.Chris.His voice still echoed in her ears.“Come back to me, Jane.”His touch.His eyes—full of regret.She walked over to the floor-length mirror and stared at her reflection. Her makeup was still flawless, her lips still wore a shade of bold red, and her posture screamed power. But her eyes… they betrayed her.“What if he’s truly sorry?”The thought came uninvited, gentle at first, then louder, like a drumbeat.Chris had hurt her—deeply. He’d betrayed her trust, broken her heart, and married her sister. But tonight, for the first time, he hadn’t worn the mask of arrogance. He had looked genuinely lost.And that scared her.Because despite the

  • Betrayed love and regret    I still want you

    The gallery buzzed with champagne-fueled chatter and the soft hum of classical music. Jane stood near a marble sculpture, dressed in a crimson silk gown that shimmered under the lights. Greg had stepped away to speak with one of the event sponsors, leaving her momentarily alone.She needed the breath.Tonight’s event was just another one of Greg’s social obligations”public couple appearances,” he’d called them. But every outing like this felt a little less like an act. Greg had complimented her hair, introduced her as his wife, rested a hand at the small of her back when guiding her through crowds. She was starting to blur the lines.A part of her hated it.Another part… didn't.“Jane.”The voice sent a shock down her spine. She turned slowly and there he was.Chris.He looked out of place in the sleek gallery. His tie was missing, shirt slightly rumpled, eyes bloodshot like he hadn’t slept in days. His gaze clung to her like she was the only real thing in the room.Jane’s lips presse

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