His Deep Regret Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Completely Hazel. I looked at them, and inside me something ached and warmed at the same time. Like pressing on a bruise and realizing it’s still there, but also realizing you’re still alive. In that elevator, my body had forgotten who I was. Forgotten the rules. Forgotten the ring on my finger. Forgotten that I rebuilt this life with bare hands and clenched teeth. Sebastian had arrived like a storm carrying the scent of the past, making my bones remember something they had no right to remember.

“I didn’t come to talk to you about that.” “Then what?” She asked. “I’m sorry for going ghost on you and Theo for the past few days. I’ve been wrapped up in work.” “Work?” She laughed. “You don’t have to lie to me. Your mother told me everything. You don't want anything to do with Theo or me anymore.” “That’s not true. I didn’t say that.” “You did. You regret ever reaching out to me.” “I don’t regret that. That’s a lie. I don’t regret meeting my son.”

Atleast he will drill the sentence 'not to go to far , as to never walk back in case of regret ', now look weren't you regretting but you three can't do anything! author's note : do support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden.

“Good evening. Do you need anything?” Sweet, simple, sincere words that he took for granted. All wasted. “Hannah,” he mumbles as he unknowingly cries. “Where are you?” “Please, come back to me.” He wishes sincerely. Sleepless and in despair, he kept tossing in his bed. The regret is killing him. He has a perfect life, the company is excelling. He has a loving, caring wife, and an adorable daughter but fails to see them and now they are gone.

The Consequences of Regret Victoria Vance was completely drowning in bitter, suffocating regret! If her mind had only predicted back then that Arthur would end up choosing a cheap, manipulative low-society creature like Yvonne Blue, she would have absolute never pushed or encouraged him to divorce Sarah. Sadly, an infinite amount of money could not buy her a time machine to rewrite the past, and her ledger was entirely void of any medicine to cure regret. "Cough, cough... you vile creature... you... you will suffer cosmic karma... cough, cough..."

Strong. Unbreakable. And for the first time in years… I feel something unfamiliar pressing against my chest. Regret. Real regret. Because suddenly every mistake I’ve made… Every obsession. Every manipulation. Every attempt to control Evelessa’s fate… Feels heavier than it did before. And the worst part? The one person fate gave me… Is the one who despises me the most.

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

“You came alive in Paris, didn’t you? Not because of your designs, but because he was there, offering you the warmth and the freedom you craved. You looked at him like he was your salvation, seconds after I had risked my entire company to protect you from the media scandal. And now you return, expecting to walk away clean?” “Walk away clean?” I laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “I wish I could walk away clean! I regret every moment of weakness I ever showed you! I regret the press conference! I regret the dinner! I regret the night I allowed you to touch me! I regret every single second I let myself believe you were capable of feeling something other than contempt!” The explicit regret—especia

And by the time he reached the final page, he finally realized just how much I had loved him—how much of my happiness had revolved around him and how much of my suffering had been caused by him. Connor curled up on the floor, holding the diary close, pressing desperate kisses against its cover as if it were my face. "Clara, I'm sorry," he choked out. "I regret it so much. Please… Please come back to me… Come back to me, will you?" I sat beside him, emotionless, watching his agony unfold. What use was regret? Could regret bring me back to life? No. I wouldn't be moved by a murderer's tears. …

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”