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There was no need for me to keep holding onto the past. Besides, Andrew and Sally had been genuinely kind to me. So, I wouldn't hold a grudge out of respect for them. As for Dylan's attempt at murdering me, I was still scared. So, I pleaded with the police to send me back home. Just as we reached the door, Dylan suddenly rushed over and knelt in front of me. "Fiona, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please don't break up with me." Seeing the remorse on Dylan's face, I bit my lip and whispered, "Dylan, we'll talk about our relationship later. You should focus on handling your parents' affairs first."

that I would remain exposed, unmarked, and unnoticed. She wanted more than just me gone.She wished for me to be forgotten. FINAL SCENE I shut the book and turned to face the others. "We've been waiting for this," I remarked. "It's not a narrative. Not a theory." “Proof," Reyna uttered softly. "Of everything," Rico continued. I no longer felt a sense of dread from the weight in my chest.Gravity was the sensation. heavy. grounding. Actual. My story had been rewritten once by Cerra. I was going to write the truth now.

All the words I’d held back and emotions I’d buried came rushing to the surface. “You left me,” I choked out, my voice muffled against his chest. “You left us.” “I know,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I know, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. I was stupid, Julia. I was scared, and I didn’t know how to be what you needed. But I’ve regretted it every single day since. It’s my biggest regret, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right. I swear to you, I will.”

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

Fear and regret gnawed at his insides. There were only a couple of times he had felt this. Regret was never in his dictionary. He never regretted doing anything, perhaps he has never done such a thing that would lead him to feel regression. He has always been calm and a deep thinker with strong sentiments. For the first time in his life. He regretted leaving her alone knowing fully well her life was in danger. If anything happens to her, he would never forgive himself.

The one reading this right now, probably at 2 AM when you should be sleeping but instead you're here wondering if Ivy's gonna make it, if Ares is going to survive, if Marcus is finally going to get what's coming to him, and if Vincent is sitting in his office realizing he just got his daughter killed with his stupid ego. (Spoiler alert for Book 2: Vincent is DEFINITELY having that realization. And it's going to destroy him. But we'll get to that later.) Let me tell you something about this story. When I first started writing "My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret," I thought it was going to be a simple revenge tale. You know—woman gets cheated on, woman gets strong, woman makes everyone regret underest

Come in. The door creaked open, and one of our loyal warriors stood in the doorway, his expression solemn and determined. His presence reminded us of our challenges, even in this moment of joy and relief. “Luna Isla," he began, his voice heavy with regret and urgency. "Please forgive me for interrupting, but I have bad news." My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged glances with my mother, a sense of foreboding settling over us. "What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of concern and apprehension.

Her obsession with money is sickening. Kate’s new husband turned out to be quite generous. He had given us some money after paying off the debt. My mother went on a splurge the minute they left. I feel slightly sorry for Kate. The man would make her life more miserable than my mother ever did. For people like that who were bought for marriage, they get treated like trash. However, I don’t regret doing what I did. What I regret is this pregnancy, which never should have been in the first place. What do I do?

She couldn't escape the nagging thought that her actions, driven by desperation, had unknowingly unleashed a nightmare. Regret etched lines on Marisa's face, and her fingers clenched the edge of the seat as if seeking some anchor in the storm of remorse. The weight of guilt intensified with each passing street, as if the city itself echoed her inner turmoil. In the hushed confines of the cab, Marisa's whispered self-reproach mingled with the distant sounds of the city. If only she could rewind time and erase that ill-fated decision, sparing Dave from the gruesome fate that awaited him. The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow.