Deeply Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Misty’s voice broke. “Seven generations!” Payne bellowed. His face flushed crimson, veins bulging in his temple. “Old money. Old fucking money. Do you even understand what that means? My father, and his father before him, passing down blood, sweat, legacy! And you—you signed it all away to this bastard!” Misty’s lips trembled. She turned slowly to Ross, horror dawning. “It was you,” she whispered. “You’re the one who sent the document…”

"Lena, I regret it so much. If I'd spoken up earlier about the rope, would Chloe still be alive?" "Maybe." "Would you have pulled her?" "Maybe." She cried even harder. I hung up. Did regret help? In my last life, I regretted things too. I regretted ever sharing a dorm with them. I regretted agreeing to go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. I regretted not dying sooner. But regret was useless. Dead was dead. Those still alive could only keep living. The train arrived. I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down.

I shift on the soles of my feet, forcing an answer out of my mouth. “Does it matter?” She arches a brow, confusion marring her features. “Does it matter?” she repeats, as if trying to make sense of it. “What do you mean, ‘does it matter?’” I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I turn away from her, pinching the bridge of my nose. A deep sense of regret swells within me as I glance at the beautiful sunset outside, realising I truly was loveless. My answer dies on my tongue as I thrust my hands deep into my pockets, swallowing thickly t as I glanced at her.

After all, he had the looks and charm, and Victoria was the college belle, adored by everyone on campus. Meanwhile, I was ordinary. After graduation, Victoria dumped Patrick for some wealthy man, claiming his family was too average and broke for her tastes. After that, I had a crush on Patrick. Through a twist of fate, we somehow ended up married. As I thought about it, a sharp ache spread across my chest like tiny needles pricking at my heart. I could not help but think that Patrick had regretted marrying me the moment he reconnected with Victoria. They could have been together—openly and proudly—if Patrick had not married me. That must be why they could not stand the secrecy anymore, so th

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

I said quietly. Then the moving service i called arrived and i started loading my life into boxes, ready to disappear into a city that didn’t know my name or my shame. Ready to become someone new, because the old Ivy was dead anyway.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"Do you regret it?" "Every day." His voice cracked. "I regret calling Hayes. I regret hiding in that car and watching him take you away. I regret staying silent for years. I regret not fighting harder to tell you the truth before you married him. But I don't regret spending two years searching for you. And I don't regret loving you, even if you can never feel the same way."

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do