Her Final Experiment: Their Regret Novels & Stories

“We wanted to help her out, but as foretold, there was no way to interfere during the experiment, unless she took the initiative to not count. Just now the countdown of the fourth day is over.” “Unforeseen system failure.” "So sorry." “This is the phone number of the lab. Call us if you have any problems.” I didn't have the strength to be angry, and I swore: - This time for real, right? The third day after the experiment. I lay on the bed tossing and turning, my eyes wide open, looking at the clock on the wall. 23:29. 23:30. 23:50. 23:55. 23:59. 00:00. Not available. No notification at all. Too good. I thought vaguely, slowly falling asleep.

Out there in space, together with some living scientist on the spacecraft, Sarah and Grace took precious moment seeing the final result of their experiment for the cure. After all they have been, the search for a cure was finally here at last. They cannot even say another word to best describe their outraged feeling.

She asked. Jasper just sighed and glanced at Tabitha. He scratched his hair and gazed back at Annabella. "Oh, please forgive my manners. Do have a seat" she smiled. Jasper helped Tabitha sit before he did. "Mr. And Mrs. Graham, right?" She asked reading from a file in front of her as Jasper nodded. His eyes caught a glimpse of the file and what he was was *Failed Experiment 37* which he did not understand. She quickly put the file away before he would read through it.

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…"

She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet. "I said yes, of course. Then I watched as the sickness took her away, bit by bit, until she was gone. "I'm the one who sent that message." Janet showed him the chat on the phone again. "Lily got so sick she couldn't even text back, but she was really looking forward to this wedding. "She couldn't see anymore, but I wanted to make her dream come true, so I told you to get ready." Edison's eyes were stuck on the dark letters of the report, and a cold feeling spread from his fingers to his heart.

A soft, calculated dismantling of everything I had spent my life building. The first headline flashed into view on her end of the call behind her, and I could see enough of it to know she was not lying. Scientists Accused in Children’s Genetic Experiment Scandal. I felt my throat close. There it was. Already alive. Already moving. Already out in the world before I had even had a chance to process the shape of it. My entire body started to shake, not from fear alone, but from a kind of rage so deep it went under the fear and came out colder on the other side.

He knows who his master is or what I could do to him if he fails to obey my orders. While I wait I decide that it would be best to check in with the doctors to see their progress on our project. I should have received emails on their progress. As I open up the first email the news is disheartening. It seems that they were unable to get the experimental serum to work on the test subjects. Its good to see that no one has died from the experiments besides a fetus of one of our mated pairs. At least we still have the other children to experiment on. One less being born just means a cell that’s free for a bit longer. Just as I click to open another file the door swings open and he props himself a

Dosages, timelines, and even observations about Beatrice’s declining health written with a clinical attachment: *Day 47: Experiment showing increased fatigue. Dosage slightly reduced to avoid arousing suspicion.* *Day 89: Digestive issues worsening. Excellent progress.* *Day 152: Experiment bedridden. Estimate two more weeks until the final outcome.* Experiment. She called my dying wife an ‘experiment’ instead of a person. She labeled the woman I loved more than my own life an ‘experiment’. She is going to pay dearly for everything she has done.

And Elias took that role willingly. Not out of kindness. Not entirely. But not out of cruelty either. Clara exhaled softly. “You both destroyed yourselves differently trying to survive the same moment.” Rain echoed harder outside now. The storm intensifying again. Ariana looked toward Elias carefully. Then softly asked: “Do you regret it?” Everyone went still. Because finally— that was the real question. Not the philosophy. Not the manipulation. Not the experiments. The regret. Elias didn’t answer immediately. For the first time since any of them met him—

Just as I was ready to kiss him again, twin little cries interrupted and drew my attention. Girls, tonight is supposed to be our day. THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading Her Ex-Husband’s Regret. Your support means the world to me. If you enjoyed the story, I’d love for you to check out my other book, IONIC LOVE, now available on Alpha Novel. Your love keeps me writing! AND DON'T FORGET TO READ ‘HIS RUTHLESS REDEMPTION’