Bitter Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion. This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.

Strong. Unbreakable. And for the first time in years… I feel something unfamiliar pressing against my chest. Regret. Real regret. Because suddenly every mistake I’ve made… Every obsession. Every manipulation. Every attempt to control Evelessa’s fate… Feels heavier than it did before. And the worst part? The one person fate gave me… Is the one who despises me the most.

I sighed as I said the last words. Just remembering him caused me to shudder in repulsion. It’s crazy how I went from really liking him and letting his fine boy charm cloud my judgment to disliking him so damn much I can’t even believe we were once a thing. Oh yeah, I was bitter now because he hurt me. But then, I really made excuses for him, actively. Every damn time. “There’s nothing as heavy as regret,” Jerome said in a more convicted voice. “You should tell him that you thought he was a jerk.”

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.

When I grabbed the diaper bag and picked up the tin of baby formula, I realized it felt unusually light. My heart sank. A wave of unease washed over me. I had bought this formula from abroad as Andy wouldn't drink anything else. I opened every tin of formula, only to find them all empty. Just as I was wondering where the formula had gone, Tara, who had woken up at some point, explained, "Noelle, I'm so sorry. It's my grandma's death anniversary. The sight of the baby formula reminded me of her ashes, so I poured them all out. Don't worry, though. I'll pay you back."

However, many believed that he had deliberately electrocuted himself because, in his final moments, he was smiling. I attended his funeral. Bernice cried her heart out. In just a few months, she had lost her entire family. I hugged her and wished her well. And I wished myself well, too. As I walked away from the funeral, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I would never have to live in fear again, nor would I have nightmares anymore.

Zachary broke down as he rushed over, wailing, "That's my daughter. Griselda has been living like a beggar for her whole life. She didn't even get the chance to call me Dad. She was only eighteen and died such a gruesome death…" While everyone still focused on him, he punched himself in a show of guilt. "It was all my fault. I failed to recognize you and caused you to suffer for more than a decade. I'll accompany you in your death right now!" A few people surged forward quickly to stop him. Zachary cried till his knees went weak. He only managed to stand up after two burly men helped him up. My calmness made me look downright evil in the face of his devastation. "Daisy is heartless. She didn

He rubbed his brow wearily, clearly struggling with the emotions inside him. "You're right." His voice was rough, "I was an asshole back then. I did things you don't want to talk about. I can't even forgive myself for it. You made me angry, and I hurt you. I truly regret it." His words were soft, tinged with regret, but the pain they stirred within me was unbearable. "You never realized what you did wrong." I said quietly, bitterness lining my tone. "Now you regret it, but it's too late. You've ruined everything we had, and my trust in you."

I could feel the cold dread creeping up my spine. “They told us he died a traitor,” Margot said, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Treason. Can you imagine? My father… the most honorable man I’ve ever known… branded as a traitor after his death.” She let out a bitter laugh. “It was a lie, of course.” Her fists clenched tightly in her lap. I couldn’t imagine the anguish she must have felt, losing both parents in such a cruel, unjust way. “And then,” Margot continued, her voice hardening, “the nightmare got worse.”

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”