Novel & Cerita His Bittersweet Regret

To return to his dark black ones. His hands retreat, he pulls himself out from me, making me drop on the mattress. Wetness pools between my legs. " Consider this as our parting gift , butterfly" He grunts, looking down at my trembling body. With orgasm hitting me one after the other. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighs. If I am not mistaken, I saw a glint of regret flash in his eyes, but only for a second. But why? Why would he regret it now? Gulping, struggling to keep my eyes open, I lay limp on the bed. I try to look around to not find that darkness anywhere. I thought it was gone. When I hear that strange deadly voice from earlier, speak in my mind.

Yet, she is left with all but a broken hope and a bitter reality. “I took the greatest regret that I ever think off from my cruel life to which I choose, yet I was caught in surprise and realize I was the stupid one from all, for the greatest regret is not my life, but when I fall deeply in love with you.” Taken by lies and his regret she is caught to the eyes that are so cold, cold as it can be. The cold eyes he had then, the cold eyes she’s seen before, and the cold eyes that froze her painful heart back then turn to the polar opposite now.

Brogan was immersed in the pain of losing Elizabeth, and was unable to extricate himself. Perhaps, people are just like this. When you lose a relationship that you realize are not worthy, you will be very glad that you lost it in time. But when you later found out that this relationship is deeper than you think, you would fall into endless regret. Elizabeth looked at the regretful Brogan, and sighed in her heart. He did not feel distressed and painful about losing Ainsley, but he was still regretting about his first love that had already disappeared with the flow of time.

Dear Readers, I know you all might have read lots of stories where the guy cheated and made the Female lead suffer. But then in the case of HIS REGRET: WINNING BACK HER HEART. Don't you think coming together of the two of them is needed? Michael seems to have learned the hard way. After all, there's no such thing as a perfect human. In the end, everyone approached Marietta for one thing-they knew who she was. But do you think Albert wanted to use her like Jackson AKA Elsie?

“But I do know this — I didn’t expect to care. And I do care, Jane. Whether you think it’s real or not.” “Stop,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Just stop.” But he wasn’t done. “You think I’m cold, manipulative, just like Chris? Then go back to him,” Greg said, bitterness cutting through his words like venom. “Let’s see how long it takes before he betrays you again — or cheats on you again. Because that’s who he is. And somewhere, deep down, you know it.” Jane turned away, covering her face with her hand. Her breath hitched. She didn’t want to cry — not in front of him.

“I didn’t plan it, I didn’t mean for it to happen. But she was there, she was radiant, and all I could think about was us—our past, our life before. I’ve dreamed about her, Maya. Night after night. I see her in the kitchen, I see her laughing, I see her the way she was before I ruined everything. And I can’t shake it. No matter how much I try to focus on you, on Oscar, on us, she lingers in me. She’s always there.” My stomach twisted, my nails dug into my palms. “So you kissed her? Because you couldn’t stop thinking about her? Because you still love her?” He shook his head furiously, his eyes wet with desperation. “No. Yes. I don’t know. It’s not love—not anymore, not in the way it should be

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

That’s when the world fades away, and the sweet release of death takes me. Waking up on the floor, I try to get up, but my body is in too much pain. Sobbing inconsolably, I can’t help but feel regret. But the regret is not for me. It’s for Sophie. Because now I know that I’m going to die before I find her. I’m sorry, Sophie!

As she turned and walked toward the stairs, I sat there, frozen, her warning looping in my mind. Regret. That tight, suffocating feeling churned in my chest, refusing to let go. I also hope I don’t regret going to the Bellini’s with Nate. I hope our little acting won’t come back to bite me. For the rest of the night, her words stayed with me, the weight of them pressing down like a storm cloud. Even when I got ready for my flight the next morning, they lingered. When she drove me to the airport, the tension between us had softened a little, on mom’s side it was as if it didn’t happen. but I still felt it beneath the surface.

a soft, ethereal warmth that tasted like a memory of a childhood summer. "We are so sorry, Sarah," Margaret whispered, her eyes shining with a profound, aching regret. "We never, ever wanted you to find out the truth by yourself, all alone. We didn't plan to keep it away from you forever. But life... life happened so fast, darling. The illness, the secrets, the pride of the Hale name... it swallowed us before we could make it right. But we left you something to fall back on."