Deeply Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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.

She couldn't escape the nagging thought that her actions, driven by desperation, had unknowingly unleashed a nightmare. Regret etched lines on Marisa's face, and her fingers clenched the edge of the seat as if seeking some anchor in the storm of remorse. The weight of guilt intensified with each passing street, as if the city itself echoed her inner turmoil. In the hushed confines of the cab, Marisa's whispered self-reproach mingled with the distant sounds of the city. If only she could rewind time and erase that ill-fated decision, sparing Dave from the gruesome fate that awaited him. The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow.

He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him. "So eat?" Ayden asked. The man took a deep breath and steeled himself. Every night, he always spent reading one sheet of Cheryl's diary. Ayden will not understand in one night how guilt and regret when he saw every word that sounded so sincere from his daughter. Ayden knows Cheryl is lonely. Very. Two adults were silent while contemplating life with deep regret for neglecting their beautiful daughter. God always has a way so that every person who has done something wrong will regret his every action. Cheryl's departure brought sorrow to everyone she knew.

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

She understood the liking part, but regret? "What do you regret?" she asked. Suddenly, he pulled over to the side of the road, then looked at her intently. In the car, silence stretched between them. Finally, Wilson spoke in a soft voice, "I regret that I made you lose your smile." Clara’s heart trembled at his words. She could feel her nose getting stuffy. He reached out, gently caressing her face. "I’m sorry, Clara. If I hadn’t made some foolish decisions, you wouldn’t have lost that smile so early in your life. I ruined your life – and in doing so, I ruined my own."

Daniel shook his head, confused. - Do you think I don't regret what I did? Of course I fucking regret it. But what is for him the risks in the car? - I think it was the word you wrote that infuriated him. - Ben ventured. - “Disqualified”. And I bet he doesn't even know what it means exactly. Daniel arched an eyebrow. - Come on... I need to say goodbye to my mother's jewelry... And try to forgive myself for doing what I did. For being impulsive, stupid and unlucky.

“We may be divorced, but I haven’t forgotten the past.” From the beginning of the party until now, the shock she had given him had made him extremely agitated. If things continued this way, he might fall ill.. Kira's mood took a nosedive. She felt ashamed. “Oh, so what’s your deal now? The thing you could have had but didn’t appreciate, and now that you’ve lost it, you’re regretting it?” “Amelia?” “Mr. Thiago, you’ve missed the boat. The things I once wanted to give you, you didn’t want it. And if you want them in the future, tough luck!”

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.”

Since she'd already guessed it, he didn't have to purposely try to hide it anymore. "And you're really sure you don't want to go?" Cecilia asked, biting her lip lightly. "Yeah, I'm sure," Sean answered without hesitation. "Won't you regret it?" Cecilia asked again. She didn't want Sean to regret it. "Regret? Why would I?" Looking into her eyes, Sean shook his head with a laugh. He continued, "If you want to talk about regrets, I regret not being able to kill Lucas today." Nevertheless, he would go to Ace City one day. It would be for himself and his late mother.