His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, Loretta struggled to her feet. She brushed herself off, wincing at the scrapes. Despair wrapped around her like a shroud. She walked, her feet heavy, one step at a time, homeward bound, lost in sorrow. Tears cascaded unrestrained down her face. My heart was bleeding for Mercy, for Fabian, for everything that happened. Regret, the weight was pulling me down. As night began to fall, Loretta trudged on, alone. Never had freedom been this hollow. The closing in of the dark around her, she whispered, "What have I done?

All through the journey, I wasn’t just worried but I was also making plans to reveal myself to the world, and take back what belongs to me. I’m never going to give up on Marietta. And yes, I’ll make sure she sees how remorseful I am. Even if it takes me years to achieve that. Hours later, we touched America, and I was back for the political contest. This time around, I’m not hiding anymore. Not from the Sterlings nor anyone. I was back to take what belongs to me. And I don’t mind whoever goes down or dies. They will all perish, just like they did to my daughter. I’m going to make sure of that.

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

Aurora, you really were a joke. Sold off by your father, played with by Damian like a toy, and then used as a stepping stone by Clara. You were just a pitiful little fool from the beginning to the end. The laughter finally faded. I wiped my tears and dragged out the suitcase I had packed long ago. Before leaving, I grabbed a box of matches from the kitchen. I was going to burn all my designs and all those shameful scenes. Watching the flames devour those fake happy memories, I felt a rare, almost fierce sense of relief.

I managed to say, my voice wavering. A flicker of sorrow danced across her features, her eyes filled with regret. "I made mistakes, Isla," she confessed, her voice laced with remorse. "I thought I was protecting you by keeping away. But now, looking at the strong, resilient woman you've become, I realise I deprived you of a part of yourself.”

“Let it burn. Let it rise. Stop hiding behind grief and start fighting with it.” She gasped for air, clutching her chest. Her tears slowed. The trembling began to fade. Her reflection no longer looked helpless; it looked haunted. “This is not who you are. Pathetic! No! You are stronger than I could imagine, remember you slapped me, I am the same man, you hit, you smiled in the hospital, the same man you argue with, what had changed, nothing but my disguise.” he snapped. “Get your grip together and be ready to crush whoever gets in your way.”

At twenty, she designed a brooch and a pair of cufflinks for him. Noel's eyes turned red as he looked at them. He felt pain all over his body. His heart felt like it was being clenched tight by a pair of hands. He could hardly breathe. Noel covered his face with his hand. His tears fell through his fingers and wet his sleeves. That was when he suddenly understood. He knew what it felt like to lose something, only to realize too late that he cherished it. Even though Stella was only three months pregnant, Eric was already thinking about names.

The pressure of the gala, the whispers, the missing files, it was all piling on me. And yet, I refused to let it show. Because no matter what, I was Sara. And Sara didn’t break.

"Noelle, I was wrong. Forgive me, will you? It's all Tara's fault. You and I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. "We used to be so in love. Are you really going to give it all up?" I stared at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust. How could he think I still had feelings left for him, after all that had happened? He grew worried after my prolonged silence. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" I suddenly slapped him. "Did that wake you up?" Just as I was about to speak, someone draped a coat over my shoulders. I beamed at the man, saying, "I told you I'd get home on my own."

As I stood there, reeling, I thought back to the three years I had spent giving my all to Graham, only to receive his fake affection in return. I thought of my child, taken from me the moment he was born, and how, under Graham's watch, Cassidy had tormented him. The overwhelming rage took over, and before I knew it, I was tearing into Cassidy. Just as Cassidy began to lose the upper hand, she suddenly screamed, begging for mercy, "I'm sorry! I didn't know... Please, let me go… Ah!" With a loud thud, Cassidy's forehead collided with the coffee table in the living room.