Deeply Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He instinctively glanced back at me. "Sophia, don't misunderstand. This is Vivian Gray, our family's medic. Her husband was my teammate, my brother. He died in the line of duty. I've been looking after her and the boy out of respect for him—" Before I could answer, Vivian cut in, her voice trembling. "Miss Black, I know you two are getting married. I didn't want to bother Vincent. But the boy is so young. He keeps crying for his father. I just couldn't—"

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

Her questions were getting on my nerves and to avoid saying something that would hurt her and would later regret I decided to keep quiet. I turned off the shower when I was done and took the towel hanging on the hangers. “You won’t say anything. Is this how we are going to live our lives, Henry?” This question grabbed my attention. “What way Emily?” “You always going to your ex's house using your daughter as an excuse, is this the way? Tell me, Henry, don’t keep me in the dark. I know a desperate man when I see one.” Her words made me laugh. A desperate man? Was that how I looked in her eyes?

"Someone took off in it just now. Was it the CEO of Shaw Group? What a life, going to and from work by helicopter!" Richard froze when he heard that and raised his head. He could only watch as the helicopter flew farther and farther away. For a moment, the pain in his chest was so sharp he could hardly breathe. He slowly clenched his fists. Now he finally understood where that deafening roar on the phone had come from. The feeling of regret was so strong that he could barely breathe. If he had known Maria would do this, if he had known that forcing her to reveal herself would make her leave again, he would never have pushed her.

he replied, his words heavy with an emotion I couldn't understand. What did he mean by that? A part of me wondered if he regretted our kiss. Was he punishing himself for it? I pulled a white handkerchief from my trousers, trembling slightly, and tried to wipe the blood from his face. He winced at my touch, and guilt flooded me. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling my hand back, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “I don’t regret what I did,” he said, his voice steady, and it left me speechless, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and emotions.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m some mistake you regret.” He stops pacing and looks at me , really looks. His face is hard, but his eyes flicker with something softer, buried deep ,regret maybe, or pain. “You think I don’t regret things?” he says quietly. “Because I do, Emma. I regret that we’ve become this.” He turns away, walking toward the stairs.

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.