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“You already gave up the moment you threatened Marga. You made sure I’d hate you. You made sure there’s nothing left to save.” Something flickered in his eyes, like a shadow moving across sunlight. “I regret that,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. “I regret it more than you’ll ever know.” “Do you?” I snapped. “Or do you just regret that it didn’t work the way you wanted?” Behind me, Luna shifted uncomfortably but didn’t speak. Her eyes darted between us like she was watching something fragile about to break. Draven’s knuckles whitened around the bouquet. “I regret hurting you,” he said finally. “I regret every choice that made you look at me the way you do now.”

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

“What favor” “I have made mistakes all my life and you see in here, I have learnt from all my mistakes. I was a terrible wife and was a terrible mother, I regret all my actions. I regret causing the death of my own husband who loved me so much and wanted nothing else but to see me change and be some his dear wife, I regret not putting Oliver who was greatly affected by everything I did into consideration. I regret running out of the country with drugs instead of staying behind and making changes. I regret doing something that made me end up in prison. I regret being the person I was, every single day I regret everything, every single day I which I could turn back the hands of time and correc

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“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.”

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

"Currently? Is this 'bad memory' of yours a person?" "Yeah." The biggest regret of his life, actually. The sweetest, most aggravating, and definitely the most infinitely complicated part of his past. "My ex-wife." END OF BOOK TWO: HUNTING HER JEWEL

Then, in a flash, Becky was holding his hand, and all I could see were their backs as I tried to catch up. When I woke up, my face was wet with tears. The door to the basement swung open, and the butler gave me a nod. "Ms. Gilbert, Mr. Gilbert says you've been punished enough. You can go now." I dried my tears, hauled up my heavy body, and went straight to my room to pack. I was not just leaving the basement. I was leaving this house for good. I did not want my last days to be filled with pain. I just wanted to find a quiet place to be alone and let go.

It had once turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in its wake. Adrian starts crying and regrets what a big mistake he has made. He realizes that with his own hands, he killed the girl who truly loved him and killed his own baby, who was not even born yet. The pain of killing his own baby makes him look at Bella, and Bella’s words echo in his ears: "You will regret it."

Everything was spotless. The shelves were dust-free. The bed was neatly arranged. Even the curtains looked freshly washed. A wave of emotion hit her chest. “They kept my room…” Her voice cracked slightly. They had taken care of it all these years. Even after she left them. Even after she chose Alexander over her own family. Regret washed over her suddenly. Hot and overwhelming. Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so stupid…” she whispered. Just then— The bedroom door burst open. “AMELIA!”