Her Final Experiment: Their Regret Novels & Stories

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

Watching. "It's over," she said. Victor was on the ground, clutching his shoulder. Blood seeped through his fingers. His face was twisted in pain and rage. "It's over," Julian repeated. He turned to me. To Lily. To Chloe and Damian. "It's over." We stood there in the woods, the cold wind blowing, the stars shining above us. The nightmare was finally, truly over.

There was no immediate return to what they had before, no instant relief that reset everything. Because while the result had cleared one doubt, it hadn’t undone the cracks that had already formed. Trust, once shaken, didn’t simply return because one answer came out right. “I heard the result,” she said quietly. Merlin frowned slightly, sensing the difference. But before he could speak again, Ashley’s voice cut through the moment. “No,” she said again, shaking her head more firmly now, her eyes filled with something deeper than confusion. “This is wrong.” Everyone turned to her.

He took another step toward her. But Aria stepped back immediately. Ethan rose quickly, reaching for her hand. “Aria...” She yanked his hand away, her eyes red, wet, shaking and locked onto his. “You knew,” she whispered again. Ethan froze. “I promise I’ll make it up to you...” Mr. Morris started desperately. But Aria didn’t let him finish. With a sharp, sudden movement, She tore the DNA report in half, tearing it into bits, until pieces of paper fell to the ground like broken fragments of something that could never be fixed.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Gosh, I felt so embarrassed. Once I settled into the driver's seat of my car, a tear trickled down my cheek, my heart constricted with pain. One tear turned to another, and soon I was sobbing in the confines of my car. My heart felt shattered, and waves of regret flooded over me as I recalled my conversation with Dave. I regretted it. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place; reaching out to him to validate Julie's claims was a mistake. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt.

I met her expression, glimmering with hope and a determination of steel. “And what of the other experiments?” I asked. . She sighed, and I felt her visibly deflate as she spoke the next words. “Most of the other tests have proven inconclusive. We'll need a bigger sample size to test its effectiveness.” She said. “If only you had kept some of those Dankehs alive. We've lost what could have been valuable research material.” I turned to find the source of the words said; a younger man shaking his head. Solely from his scent, I could tell he was human - one of the few humans who were in this specific department.

He simply watched her—calm, patient, like he knew exactly how long it would take for the truth to sink in. “You said every reset was to restore her,” Ariana continued, pointing at the body in the chair. “That was the whole point.” “That’s what you believed,” he replied. Her chest tightened. “Then what was the point?” He stepped closer. “Improvement.” The word echoed in her mind. Cold. Precise. Unforgiving. Ariana shook her head slowly. “So all those people… all those deaths…” Her voice cracked. “They were just experiments?” The man’s expression didn’t change.

I stumbled back, my hand hitting the doorframe. "I never loved you. I never wanted you. I never regretted losing you." He stepped toward me, his voice cold and deliberate. "The only thing I regretted was not getting what I wanted sooner. You were nothing but a stepping stone, Ymir. A tool. And now that you've outlived your usefulness, I have no more use for you." I stared at him. The man I had loved. The man I had grieved. The man who had knelt in the garden and begged for forgiveness.