Feeling Of Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She had been telling me goodbye all this while, and I had overlooked everything. … As I was walking downstairs, I missed a step and fell to the ground. My heartbeat went out of rhythm, as if something was pulling me down. My chest tightened painfully. A few kids ran past me, laughing until they nearly fell, finding it hilarious to see an adult fall. I got up, opened my car door, sat down, and could not shake the feeling that something was wrong today. I thought, maybe I would tell Cora this embarrassing story when I got home tonight. Perhaps she would laugh. She had not laughed in so long.

“Katherine, are you satisfied now?” Rachel struggled to sit up. Her carefully painted makeup had long since been ruined by mud, water, and tears. Seeing her in this miserable state, I suddenly recalled the past—how she always used this exact same pitiful expression to make Carlson break the rules for her, again and again. “Katherine, please listen to me,” she sobbed, her voice filled with that familiar, nauseating softness. “Lena is gone… The living should move forward, alright?” My fingers tightened around Lena’s pendant. Move forward?

"There's an international conference tomorrow, and I need you to attend." Then, he turned and walked away, looking disappointed. Watching his retreating figure, I couldn't help but recall how he used to be—bright, full of energy, like a little sun that lit up my life. Now, I was being so cruel to him. Guilt gnawed at me. For a moment, I wavered. But in the end, reason won over emotions. I decided to drop the matter for now. I should wait a little longer. At the very least, I had to finalize my divorce with Henry first.

"Rick, don't listen to her nonsense! She's just trying to scare us. Remember how obsessed she was with you? Now, she's using threats to force you into staying with her. Don't fall for it! "Besides, she's never managed to get pregnant all these years. Who knows what's wrong with her body?" Patrick exhaled in relief, then frowned and glanced at Victoria. "Enough, don't bring that up to upset her..." The three of us froze at his words. Patrick remembered that I had always wanted a child. Even in my last life, the last thing I said to him was, "My only regret is not being able to give you a child before dying." Not only did he remember, but he had openly defended me in front of Victoria for the

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

Fear and regret gnawed at his insides. There were only a couple of times he had felt this. Regret was never in his dictionary. He never regretted doing anything, perhaps he has never done such a thing that would lead him to feel regression. He has always been calm and a deep thinker with strong sentiments. For the first time in his life. He regretted leaving her alone knowing fully well her life was in danger. If anything happens to her, he would never forgive himself.

Now… Standing alone in my penthouse that suddenly felt too large… I found myself wondering where she was. And for the first time in months… A small, uncomfortable feeling crept into my chest. Regret. Not overwhelming. Not enough to change anything. But enough to make one truth impossible to ignore. Maybe… Just maybe… I had pushed her further than I should have.

The silence that followed was louder than her laughter. And for the first time in a long while, I felt something I wasn’t prepared for. Regret. Real. Tangible. Regret. The kind that creeps under your skin and sits in your lungs, heavy and unmoving. The kind that makes you question every smug decision and every missed moment you thought you could reclaim later. But I blamed one person for all of this. Sadly Elora will have to go down with him.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.