Deeply Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

was humiliation. And worst of all? Regret.

“You’ve already figure out that I didn’t know much of anything about business. Just the thought of sitting where he say, doing what he did, felt like acknowledging he was really gone, and I just couldn’t.” She shook her head. “I ran. I can admit that. I regret it more and more every day.” My heart ached for her as she spoke of her struggles. "Grief can cloud our judgment and lead us to make choices we may later regret." She sighed, the expression on her face a mix of regret and determination. "I see that now. But with your help, I’m beginning to believe that it will be okay.” I leaned in slightly, our arms brushing against each other in the process. "You're doing an excellent job, Grace. And

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

"This is a mistake, Sieghart. I know you love me. Only me. You'd never marry her, would you?" I noticed the looks everyone was giving me. Some things must be settled now. I enunciated, "I've lost my love for you, Rachel. You were just too arrogant to see that. You were too proud to even entertain the idea that I would marry someone else. But to be honest, I'd rather die than marry you." I held Seraphina's hand, and the necklace she was wearing was revealed. The letters on it were her acronym. 'SO'. Rachel froze up, and she started shaking.

The pages were filled with my old foolish words. [Helped him sort his ledgers today, and he said my handwriting was clear. I was happy all night.] [He wore the shirt I gave him. Maybe he feels differently about me?] By contrast, his actions were despicable. “I know I was wrong.” Vincenzo’s voice was raw and hoarse. “I know. I just want to make it right and start over. Can I?” “No.” Leonardo’s refusal was absolute. “Some harm, once done, can never be undone. Your regret is just a burden to Ella.”

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

They’re mine. His voice still echoed in my head, raw with realization. I had seen it happen in real time – the exact moment it clicked. The weight of it had staggered him, shaken him down to his core. And the worst part? I had seen something else in his eyes too. Regret. Not just the casual, surface-level kind. No, this was deeper. The kind that has been sequestered deep in a person’s soul. “Good.” My wolf huffed, her presence simmering beneath my skin. “Let him drown in it.”

And yet. "You'll carry that truth to your grave." The room fell into a suffocating silence. The Dowager Luna closed her eyes as tears continued to fall. For the first time in her life, she truly understood the meaning of regret.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. This is just about one of the things about being a celebrity that I deeply regret most in my life. Well, it is the only thing though. I don't regret having achieved what I have achieved today. But the fact that when you get to that level, your business automatically becomes everybody's business and everyone is focused on your daily life. I mean, I seriously cannot take that.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.