Deeply Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"It's okay, Ellison. We all understand you're worried about Becky. She's had quite a scare, and it's only right that you'd rush back to be with her instead of getting married—" "That's not it." Ellison cut her off, and after a long pause, where his throat seemed to struggle with the words, he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and shaky. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert. "Lily... she's gone..." A hush fell over the whole living room. I did not know how much time had passed before I heard a loud crash. Mom's glass had hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "What did you say...?"

(REGRET) REGRET. The big and bolded letter word that Emie read unto the cover page of the seemingly ordinary letter, but a tangible mysterious one inside, wherein the sender itself is nothing, but a blank name that ringing a warning, yet knocking her sub-conscious mind with the interest to the extreme. She opens it as she undoes the folds and whispers. “God’s gate. Alchemy.”

“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.”

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

There was no hiding behind the veil of hope that had clouded my judgment. I had been wrong. And now, I would have to live with it. "Do you regret it?" Dante asked, there is no trace of sympathy in his voice. I didn’t answer him at first. How could I? The question burned in my chest, digging its claws into my heart. Do I regret it? Yes. I regret it more than I can say. But how could I admit that out loud? How could I face the reality that I had made a choice that had cost someone their life?

"If you must know the truth, I was just looking over some old medical files from my time at the clinic seven years ago, and seeing those old documents brought back a lot of painful memories regarding the baby I lost before Derek took everything else from me." ​"I am sorry that you had to go through that loss alone while that thief was using your family name to build his business, Emma, and I want you to know that I do not intend to let him keep a single asset by the time we return to Manhattan," Nathan murmured, his deep voice softening significantly as he reached across the leather cushions to place his hand over mine, his thumb gently brushing against the back of my wrist in that slow, com

I utter before I give off a deep sigh and look at his face feeling this sadness in my heart. ‘You might regret it if I will fall in love with you... deeply’

Though Regis couldn’t clearly see Amora’s expression because of her long hair covering her face, he could feel her words' deep regret and sadness. Amora quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then steeled herself and looked at Regis with firm determination. “I think it’s better if we don’t have any connection, Sir. I don’t owe you anything, and I’ve suffered enough in this matter. I don’t want you in my life, and I will consider you never existed in my life.” The string of sentences from Amora made Regis’s face darken. His fists clenched tightly. For some reason, Amora’s regret made him very unhappy and quite insulted, as he was being blamed for something he didn’t know.

Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms.

Claire met his eyes and lied straight into his eyes, "no." Jeff blinked, caught by surprise at her answer. "That's bullshit Amber and you know it." "I told you before that I don't...." "Don't care about me, I know what you said Amber but I say you're lying". "Let's continue". Claire said, arranging the card and she won. "What do you regret most in your life?" Jeff looked at her with such intensity that rattled her, "Not being able to tell my late wife how much I love her before she died".