Novel & Cerita His Bittersweet Regret

Hello, dearest readers. I can’t believe I’m writing this… the final note for Ex-Husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet. It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling right now. There’s a quiet ache in my chest, a sense of pride, love, and yes — a little sadness — because saying goodbye to these characters, to this journey, isn’t easy. Isabel, Alexander, Scarlett, Sterling, Aurora… and Roy. They’ve all become so real to me. And I know they became real to you too.

“I know how hard it is to be around me sometimes, for everybody, and I know it must be especially difficult for you. But I like you, you see, and I just want to be by you. I want to press my cheek against your jacket and see what your hair feels like. I love to listen to you play, and I pretend sometimes you wrote a song just for me. And all of this, it isn’t fair to you, and for that I feel regret.” Regret. What an unusual choice of words. It isn’t wise to regret, not really, and it usually doesn’t do any good either. You regret things that happened and which you no longer have control over. You don’t regret the present, and you don’t regret the future. Bryony tended not to regret at all, i

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

“You will pay for this. Mark my words—you will regret every second!” Alexander’s gaze didn’t soften. It burned with fury, disbelief, and a sense of betrayal so deep it made the air feel heavy. He didn’t listen. He didn’t want to. All he saw were the images, the staged proof, the lie that had been fed to him—and the man who dared to be in them. Victoria leaned back, invisible smugness painting her face like a mask. Her victory was silent but deafening. The trap had snapped shut, and Alexander, the man who rarely lost control, was furious, helpless, and utterly convinced of the betrayal before him.

"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her. She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization th

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

The older woman revealed when she saw the expression on Mila's face. "That is all pretense. I have worked with Bentley long enough to know him quite well. He is not generous and certainly not caring. I think he did all of that so that he gets rid of his guilt." "No darling. I know when someone is genuine and believe me when I say he was." "Hmmm, I think we shouldn't be talking about him right now. I want to enjoy the quietness and for once I want to be free from the awful thoughts of him." "Okay I will leave now."

If I spoke, I would be torn apart by the very people begging for my voice. The clock ticked on. My chest tightened. My ribs screamed. I swallowed another pill, even though I knew it would drain me paler still. As the medicine sank into my blood, I pressed my forehead to the leather case. My tears wet the surface, smudging its old scratches. I whispered to the darkness, though no one could hear me. “I am not erased.” And yet the silence after felt like mockery. The night stretched long and merciless. When sleep finally claimed me, it came not as peace but as a choke. I dreamed of cameras flashing like lightning, of Elizabeth’s laugh echoing through the ballroom, of Daniel’s signature scratchi

The pain in my leg throbbed, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. Elena stared at me, wide-eyed. "Sir, the board is getting impatient. What should I tell them?" "Tell them I'm coming in five minutes," I said. I limped over to the window and stared down at the city sprawling below. This was my city, built on my sweat and deals. No one was going to take it from me. But why did the mad suddenly decide to expose me? I'd paid her off, why is she doing all this and Why now? Someone had to be pulling the strings.

No matter how much I try to shake them out of my mind they never go away and keep floating around my head. "Don't call me Angel, it kind of makes me sick coming out from your mouth and how dare you to give me the idea of aborting our child and as for the sister matter YOU DON'T GET TO FUCK YOUR SISTER EVERY NIGHT AND I DON'T WANT A SINGLE PENNY FROM YOU. Just letting you know that I won't forgive you easily when you regret it and come back to me begging for me to help you and take you back in my life. I know you are gonna regret all this one day because that bitch will destroy you. Mark my words. She betrayed you once. She will betray you again. Just open you fucking yes, you bastard and rem