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he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

The woman staring back at me is familiar yet transformed, her gaze steady and unflinching. "Today," I whisper to her, "we begin anew." With each step toward the door, the shadows of doubt recede, replaced by a clarity that propels me forward. This decision is not an end but a beginning, a chance to rediscover the passions that once defined me and to embrace the love that now beckons with open arms.

Her hand again caressed her stomach. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered softly. In two different places, two people who had once been bound by marriage spent the night with opposite feelings. Camelia began to move forward. Meanwhile, Calvin, without realizing it, was becoming more and more trapped in a regret he had yet to admit. “Am I regretful? Oh no, this isn’t regret. I just want revenge on her,” Calvin muttered.

"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.

Raina’s POV Fatigue and emotion simmered inside me. A second chance makes you confront the mistakes and misplaced trust of your past. Regret twisted in my chest—how did I get so caught in others’ lies? Yet below the sorrow, hope flickered, timid but real. Maybe there’s still time to heal, improve, and protect those I love. Fear tangled with hope, sowing doubts about my strength. Still, with this chance, I resolved to rebuild, even if it means facing buried regret and fear.

I opened my eyes the next morning, wincing at the sharp beam of sunlight streaming through the open window. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could hurt, both inside and out. Every movement was a reminder of what had happened the night before. Flashes of the previous night threatened to rush in, vivid and raw, but I shoved them aside before they could take root. Whatever happened… it belonged to the past now. Yesterday had died with the night. Today was a new day—my wedding day. The beginning of a new chapter, and I refused to start it weighed down by regret.

When Georgina saw me, she hurriedly got up from the couch and walked toward me, her eyes already turning red. "You little rascal. You still remembered you have a home here! You’ve been gone all these years without even coming back to see me." I felt somewhat guilty about my earlier thoughts and said with a choked voice, "Georgina..." Linda walked over to Georgina's side, gently patting her back. "The doctor said you can't get too emotional. How did you forget this so quickly?"

His words still flash through my mind—every line, every hesitation, every breath that felt like forgiveness. But what do I do with all this now? No truth can erase the fact that I broke the bond of our mark. No revelation can undo the second mark that stains my body. How do I begin to believe I could ever be the same with him again? The tears come softly at first, then heavier—until the hopelessness I’ve fought for years finally finds me, sinking its weight into my chest. I gasp, not for air, but for the regret that never stops coming.

He simply picked up his glass and drank, and the hall stayed dead silent around him. I couldn't breathe in there anymore. I got up and walked out. The rose garden behind the house was dark and cold. I made it all the way to the old stone fountain before my legs gave out and I sat down hard on the edge. My breath came in short, ugly gasps. I was not going to cry over him. Not again. Never again. I pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. This was what I came back to. A house where everyone laughed at me. A sister who'd always hated me. A man who kissed me in the dark and let his future wife humiliate me in the light.

MAEVE I woke up the next morning without a hangover, feeling lighter than I've felt in years. My rebirth was a reality...I was still here, I was still living in this second chance. And I woke up without dread sitting on my chest. No mental inventory of everything Alexander needed before I had even brushed my teeth. Just the morning light coming through the yellow curtains, the quiet of the house, and the small uncomplicated fact that I had somewhere to be that had absolutely nothing to do with him.