Acidity Of Regret Novels & Stories

Eric froze, then just sagged, letting them drag him off like he had nothing left. Shelby and I didn't wait—we made our move. *** "You sure about this?" He handed me a thick file, eyes dark with worry. "No better time." I flipped through the pages, a smirk tugging at my lips. "They think the pregnancy's got me distracted. They won't see the stock shift coming." Inside: breakdowns of Leone Group's shares, debt trails, and deep dives on minor shareholders. In my last life, I was clueless—let the old guard pull my strings.

Ace said making Sameul nod and he finally left the room to work on his boss' command. Ace leaned his back against the chair before watching the picture frame laid on the table, he knew he had made many mistakes in the past, his anger, revenge and mad vengeance took control over his senses. He was wrong for putting her through so many miseries even though she had already had gone through a lot. The biggest regret of his life will stay the night he should have made the most memorable and beautiful for them, he tainted it with her cries and his anger. He wished he hadn't conflicted such a pain on her, he wished he wasn't so blinded, and he wished he had been selfish but in a way of wanting to l

a soft, ethereal warmth that tasted like a memory of a childhood summer. "We are so sorry, Sarah," Margaret whispered, her eyes shining with a profound, aching regret. "We never, ever wanted you to find out the truth by yourself, all alone. We didn't plan to keep it away from you forever. But life... life happened so fast, darling. The illness, the secrets, the pride of the Hale name... it swallowed us before we could make it right. But we left you something to fall back on."

The last six months had been an onslaught of arguing and periods of frozen, painful silence. What had been her last words to him the night before he got in the accident? Ah, yes. The memory hit him in the gut. “I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.” She didn’t say it in anger. There was no passion behind it. It was cold, instead. It was dysphoric. He envisioned her as an ice tundra of sad regret. It tore through his heart with such sharp agony, it felt visceral. “Right back atcha, princess,” he’d said in response, before slamming the door behind him.

They've really missed you. As I cried uncontrollably, the door to the room opened. There, standing in the doorway, were my parents—aged, their hair touched with gray. A wave of guilt and regret flooded my chest as I looked at them. After hearing everything I'd been through, my father slammed his fist on the table, seething with rage. "We knew from the start you were going to marry him. But we never liked him! And now, he's got the nerve to hurt you?

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”

His eyes were full of tenderness and sincerity, as if he still loved me deeply. If it weren’t for that bright red mark on his neck, I might’ve actually believed him. I turned my head away—I didn’t want to look at him anymore. Seeing my attitude, Jack lost his temper. “Laura, this constant drama is getting old.” I smiled. “Oh really? Then I’ll keep it up just for fun.” “Childish behavior!” Jack slammed the door behind him. The loud sound made my temples throb with pain. I lay on the sofa for a while, slowly recovering, before getting up and heading to the hospital. I needed to buy my medication.

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

He could not believe how I had struggled through sickness alone, waiting for a wedding day that would never come, until my heart was so broken I had to leave. Then, as a spirit, I found it hard to remember that pain. It did not seem to matter anymore. However, Becky was still trying to say she was sorry, her tears falling fast. "I'm sorry, Ellison. I didn't mean to... I just loved you so much, I wanted you to stay with me," she sobbed. However, Ellison was not moved by her tears this time. Right then, Mom and Dad came home. Becky ran to them, hoping they would help her.

His voice didn’t drip with arrogance but with regret. But then I remembered the sting of cold water soaking my clothes. The laughter in class as he whispered something cruel. The humiliation of being cornered at work. The ache in my chest when his friends’ whispers followed me down the hall. I straightened my shoulders. “That doesn’t erase what you did, Adrian.” His expression flickered, but he didn’t back down. “I know. I’m not asking you to forgive me. I just… wanted you to know I regret it.”