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I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

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.

Not wanting to think about Draven even for a second, I decided to go read a book, my head slightly throbbing in pain now. xxx My eyes never left the book I was reading, afraid that if I stopped, I would think about everything Draven said tonight. The pain was overwhelming. I was rejected. Heart broken and humiliated. Never have I felt so much regret in one night. It was painful, suffocating. The feeling was gonna eat me inside and out and I couldn't take it anymore. "It's staying between us, honey." I read the words carefully from the book, trying to engage back inside my own little world but froze. That line, the sentence. It sounded somewhat familiar in my head.

His heart was too soft, too forgiving. So, I need buried it all. Alone. I sat in silence, staring out at the city as the weight of everything pressed down on my chest. It’s already been a year I already lost my wife. The worst was over. What good would it do to dig up old pain? Knowing the truth is even important now The sharp ring of my phone yanked me out of my thoughts. “What do you want, Marcus?” I barked. “It’s not Marcus,” came a familiar, weathered voice.

Then, without another look, he walked confidently into his office and shut the door with a slam-like quiet finality. I was alone again, but the silence wasn’t relief—it was heavier, more accusing than his presence had ever been. I unfolded the note once more, my eyes tracing the jagged letters. Before you destroy her, she will destroy you. The words seemed to pulse, alive, as though they had been carved into my fate. And for the first time since marrying Alexander Drake, I realized something bone-deep. I wasn’t just trapped in his world. I was becoming part of its destruction.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

She closed the notebook and smiled faintly. Outside, life moved on. Cars passed. People laughed. Someone somewhere was falling in love. And she was no longer standing still, waiting to be chosen. --- He sat alone at the dining table long after midnight. The chair across from him remained empty. For the first time, regret stopped being a thought. It became a weight. Heavy. Unavoidable. Permanent. And deep down, beneath the silence and the echoing rooms, he realized something terrifying: She wasn’t coming back to prove anything.

They’re mine. His voice still echoed in my head, raw with realization. I had seen it happen in real time – the exact moment it clicked. The weight of it had staggered him, shaken him down to his core. And the worst part? I had seen something else in his eyes too. Regret. Not just the casual, surface-level kind. No, this was deeper. The kind that has been sequestered deep in a person’s soul. “Good.” My wolf huffed, her presence simmering beneath my skin. “Let him drown in it.”